Ren Jun was busy with work, but he also watched the live broadcast and the group chat.
As soon as Ren Weizhong said that, he lowered his head and saw Meng Fu's Weibo page.
Her Page certification was updated.
Added official certification—
Level II researcher.
Ren Jun was in a daze for a moment. He took the phone and turned to the hot search page.
Unexpectedly, the hot search was dominated by Meng Fu again—
Researcher Meng Fu
Neural Networks
Meng Fu's character
Behind every hot search is the word "explosion".
When I clicked on the hot search, there were still some glitches.
Out of respect, after knowing Meng Fu's identity, he did not investigate Meng Fu's personal affairs.
After today's incident came out, he even used means to stop marketing accounts.
After learning that Shengyu had not taken any action, although he was puzzled, Renjun had no reason or position to get involved in Meng Fu's matter at this time. .
Ren Weizhong glanced at Ren Jun and said, "Sir, do you want to inform the master about this..."
There are many young talents of this generation of the Ren family in the world. Ren Weiqian, Ren Weiyi, and even Ren Weiyi's younger brother Ren Weixin are all rare talents, especially Ren Weiyi, who is famous and entered the laboratory at the age of fifteen.
The members of the seven major families are basically not ordinary people. They have extraordinary talents since childhood.
So after getting to know Meng Fu, Ren Weizhong felt that Meng Fu could do what he liked.
But he never expected that Meng Fu would quietly become a researcher this year
Ren was only able to become a researcher at the age of fifteen because she received systematic training from the Ren family, and her talent was discovered by the Ren family at the age of five.
But Meng Fu is different. Her living environment is completely different from Ren Yi. She is able to become a researcher at the age of twenty. She is also extremely talented.
"No need." Ren Jun couldn't help grinning, but he restrained himself.
He logged into his Star Chaser account and posted a Weibo post about forwarding the lottery. When he clicked on "Neural Network", he frowned slightly: "Go and check for me about the neural network."
"Neural network elements" are a matter on the research institute's side, and Ren Jun is in charge of Rewu, so he doesn't know anything about this.
I only know that Ren Weiwei is also in charge of this matter.
Now that Meng Fu was involved, he asked someone to intervene.
I originally thought that what Meng Fu was doing was just an ordinary project. When Ren Weizhong brought the information over, Ren Jun turned over two pages and the expression on his face suddenly darkened.
Ren Weizhong poured a cup of tea for Ren Jun. After calming down, he also discovered that there was something wrong with the project.
"This... is obviously looking for someone to take the blame," Ren Weizhong looked up and down, focusing on the signature on the last page. His eyebrows moved: "Is it Bailize?"
Ren Jun's eyebrows were frosty and his tone was cold and indifferent: "That's all they have."
In his words, he looked down upon Qi Xie very much.
Ren Weizhong nodded. The Four Associations and the Military Association were slightly better. The Instrument Association was fundamentally bad. These people knew all the scandals in it. The person from the Su family who died back then was also unknown.
To this day, the Su family does not forgive the Qi Xie and does not interfere in any of the Qi Xie's affairs.
Ren Weizhong frowned, "Is he doing it for the only lady?"
He just checked about Meng Fu? She has no weight in the institute? The only person he has had contact with is Dean Li, but Bai Lize obviously will not take action against Meng Fu and the others because of this matter.
After thinking about it... I'm afraid it's also for Ren Weiwei's sake.
He was beating Meng Fu.
The Ren family can't keep Meng Fu's matter a secret.
Presumably everyone who works with Ren Wei knows that it is not a secret that Bai Lize and Ren Wei are close friends? I am afraid they also know about this.
At present, Ren Wei's appeal in the Ren family is stronger than that of Ren Weiqian.
"I've known for a long time that President Baili has been close to Miss Youyi recently? Didn't you expect to be so close?" Ren Weizhong pursed his lips, "Master, Miss Meng and the others have fallen into a trap this time."
Especially since there was such a big commotion on the Internet, the "neural network" could not be completed in the end, which was a double blow to Meng Fu.
Now the public opinion is that 99% of the project can be completed? Researcher Meng Fu's identity is forced to be revealed again? If the project is not completed, no matter if her future in the institute ends here, the public opinion of netizens will crush her.
Ren Jun closed the document. He was obviously very angry, and his eyes were dyed red. "The report will be held in eight days?"
"Yes." Ren Weizhong nodded.
Ren Jun frowned, "We'll go that day too."
Knowing what Ren Jun was going to do, Ren Weizhong glanced at him and did not dissuade him.
The other side of the Ren family.
Ren Weiwei stood at the window and put down the scissors: "My adoptive father, he should know, right?"
The confidants beside her nodded, somewhat puzzled: "Why is Mr. Ren so concerned about that Miss Meng?"
Even if he is a fool, he knows that Ren Wei should be held steady the whole time.
A biological daughter can be pampered secretly, but it would be a bit unsightly to show up on the stage. The aristocratic family is complicated, and it would not be a good sight if Ren Jun really messed up his sense of proportion because of this illegitimate daughter.
"Can't stir up trouble," Ren Weiwei didn't care much about Meng Fu. He was just a researcher who came in and out of the institute and had no influence on her. "Is there any new news from Duan Yan?"
The confidant shook his head, "He has been in class recently and has not come out. He is still busy with the Hengwu project. This project has completed the experimental project and the effect is very good when used on ordinary people. The Hong Kong Association values him very much."
Duan Yan's teacher joined the Federation and had veto power in the Hong Kong Association in advance. Not surprisingly, Duan Yan was almost the candidate to be the next president of the Hong Kong Association.
Xie Yi, whom Ren Wei was initially optimistic about, fell apart.
At this time, it is not easy for Ren Wei to extend an olive branch to Duan Yan.
The good news is that Duan Yan only focused on making fragrance, which was very similar to Feng Zhi. He did not express allegiance to any party.
Ren Wei was not in a hurry. She had many people at her disposal now. She glanced at the pruned flowers and said, "Is there any news about the surveillance I asked you to adjust?"
"I have contacted you three times. The surveillance camera you asked for was indeed broken that night and did not record anything substantial." The confidant's voice was very respectful.
Ren Wei nodded.
The confidant thought for a while and said, "Ms. Meng's report will be held in a while. Are you going?"
"No need," Ren Weiwei didn't care much and her voice was calm, "This project cannot be completed at the current stage in China. This is the last time she will stand on the reporting stage."
Even if Ren Jun finally resorted to strong measures, it would not be of much use.
No need to pay attention.
**
Jiang Xinran's side.
No matter how much she thought about it, she didn't expect Meng Fen to be able to turn around.
Before Meng Fu's live broadcast started, she went to the Luo family. The Tong family was in danger in T City and had been completely defeated. The entire Tong family had moved to the capital.
Fortunately, Tong Eryu has some talent, and the Luo family also values him. Regarding the Tong family living in the Luo family, except for a few people in the Luo family, no one else looks down on him.
When she came to Luo's house, Yu Zhenling naturally came with her.
Yu Yong's life is hanging on by a thread now, and the Yu family cannot make ends meet. She can only live a slightly better life by following Jiang Xinran.
Mrs. Tong's attitude toward Jiang Xinran has now become less warm, and she is not as warm as before. She only lightly greets Jiang Xinran for tea.
There was nothing strange on Jiang Xinran's face. She mentioned a few things about herself in the Painting Association, and Mrs. Tong's expression improved a little.
There was the sound of walking upstairs.
The servant at home raised his eyes, took out his coat, and stepped forward with a smile: "Master Biao, are you going to the Chinese medicine base now?"
"Yeah." Tong Eryu nodded lightly.
He was wearing a dark shirt, he was thin and tall, and his expression was a little indifferent.
Seeing Jiang Xinran following Yu Zhenling, she said hello politely.
His attitude towards Jiang Xinran had become a little colder since he last learned that Jiang Xinran had torn up the book. However, he did not tell Mrs. Tong about this matter. After all, he still had a trace of pity for Jiang Xinran.
But that's about it.
Jiang Xinran looked at Tong Eryu and stood up to say hello with a smile, but her heart was still bitter.
Her eyebrows were downcast, and while Tong Eryu was talking to Yu Zhenling, she reached out and opened the tablet on the table.
Go to Weibo at 1 o'clock and you will see the live broadcast of Meng Fu's press conference.
Probably hearing Meng Fu's name, the three people in the hall, Mrs. Tong, couldn't help but cast their eyes over. Even Tong Eryu paused and looked over.
Mrs. Tong was surprised: "Is this Meng Fu?"
Jiang Xinran pursed her lips.
But there was a sneer in his heart.
Just watch it. After reading it and knowing who Meng Fu is, will you still think of Meng Fu from time to time
But Jiang Xinran didn't show it on her face. She raised her head and hesitated: "I don't know either."
As she said that, she clicked on the big screen and heard the reporter's sharp question to Meng Fu—
"You have made so much money. How do you repost a researcher's Weibo? Is it because of ridicule?"
After listening to a few questions, Mrs. Tong understood the cause and effect. She shook her head, "Why is she, an artist, going to participate in the affairs of scientific researchers?"
Yu Zhenling took a sip of tea and did not dare to look into Mrs. Tong's eyes.
Jiang Xinran lowered her eyes, hiding the sarcastic smile in her eyes.
Before the smile ended, I heard the voice of a middle-aged man on the tablet: "...Meng Meng is an official researcher."
Jiang Xinran's smile stopped on her lips and froze a little.
They didn't open the barrage because they didn't know that the barrage was already going crazy.
Yu Zhenling doesn't quite understand this.
Mrs. Tong was stunned for a moment, "Formal researcher?"
Tong Eryu, who was about to leave, also came over. He stared at the tablet in Jiang Xinran's hand with burning eyes, "The people in the institute belong to the Instrument Association."
Si Xie is something that the Luo family looks up to.
Especially the Military Association and the Weapons Association.
Not to mention Tong Eryu and Mrs. Tong, even Yu Zhenling, who didn't understand much, was stunned for a moment and looked at the screen blankly.
Jiang Xinran didn't have any good intentions when she opened the Internet. When she heard Tong Eryu's words, her lips trembled, "Sister, she... isn't she just a freshman? Couldn't this person be found by their marketing team... "
After hearing Jiang Xinran's words, Mrs. Tong also reacted.
The main reason is that Meng Fu is too young.
Tong Eryu just put on his coat, "Then their team is really good and they can invite the president of Peking University."
After saying this, Tong Eryu breathed a sigh of relief, ignored Jiang Xinran, turned around and left.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket and bit into it.
Inside the room, the three women were sitting there, wondering what they were thinking.
**
Meng Fu's incident has been on Weibo for three days, and the heat has not yet died down.
Mainly because it was the first time that the entertainment industry was so close to the scientific research industry.
You can even see many official accounts from the scientific research community commenting on Meng Fu’s Weibo.
In addition to the Painting Association and the Go Club, there are also XX News and XX Officials.
So much so that Meng Fu’s fans didn’t dare to make random comments on Meng Fu’s Weibo for a while. All the comments were rainbow farts—
Brother Fu, thank you for your hard work!
Meng Fu knew nothing about this. If she had known about this matter two days earlier, she would definitely have been affected. But as soon as she found out today, her identity was revealed, and she seemed to have calmed down a lot.
After returning, she plunged into the intense neural network process.
Because of Meng Fu's popularity, netizens also launched a heated discussion on the term "neural network".
Some sane information technology experts have had serious discussions and expressed their views that "neural intelligence" is now just utopianism.
However, within eight days, the word "Meng Fu" seemed to have been deified again.
A group of people appeared somewhere on the Internet, and they simply worshiped Meng Fu blindly—
Brother Fu can definitely make it!
Brother Fu can do anything!
These comments made Zhao Fan and the Puffs tremble with fear. In their eyes, these comments were tantamount to "praising", and going too far was not enough.
Zhao Fan also realized that there was a deeper conspiracy behind this incident and began to control these remarks, but the other party was pervasive.
Some big Vs have already begun to express their opinions on these "fans".
Learning IT until I’m bald: I know Meng Fu is a good artist, and I admire her very much, but "neural network" is utopian in nature. I said it was impossible for her to complete it. Why do some fans scold me in private messages? Anyone who knows a little bit about IT knows that what I said is true. This project was originally a joke. I finally understand how the annual scientific research budget is wasted. Instead of pursuing such utopianism, it is better to use the money to do Some facts.
At this point, I studied IT until I was bald and even posted a vote—
Can Meng Fu complete this project
1.Can
2.cannot
3. Not clear
People on Weibo have been noisy to a certain extent in the past two days, and more than one expert has come out to say that this is utopianism.
Most fans on Weibo firmly voted "yes".
There are also some rational people who voted "can't."
Most of the voting was known, and the only person close to Ren also showed her the feedback online. She took a casual look at it, voted "no" and ignored it.
**
Eight days later, the "Neural Network" deadline arrived, and the project report meeting was held in the lecture hall of the institute.
At five o'clock in the morning, Xin Shun sent the last string of data to Meng Fu and came to the lecture hall.
During this time, people have already come in advance to reserve a seat.
At six o'clock, a group of security guards and guards came and set up a line of defense in the lecture hall.
Everyone who comes in is carefully screened.
Xin Shun has not been in touch with Meng Fu in the past two days. He and Bess are responsible for the data part, and Meng Fu is responsible for the IT part. In fact, he doesn't know what the progress is.
Not long after, Dean Xu, Vice Dean Zou and others came over.
They sit in the front row.
It was expected that Dean Xu would come to Xinshun.
There were more and more people, and the lecture hall was almost full. Many people stayed outside and did not come in.
Xin Shun looked at the time and called Meng Fu, but the call didn't come through.
He, who had always been calm, was now a little anxious.
Seven fifty-five.
Jin Zhiyuan looked at Meng Xun, "Isn't the master here yet? She hasn't checked the data with us yet."
But he is not in a hurry, Meng Fu likes to check the spots.
Xin Shun shook his head and looked at Bess, "Mr. Bess, you know our project, do you think our report today will be successful?"
"My data has been refined," Bess said silently. He has almost done research in the past eight days. "In addition to the actuarial model, there is another problem that is algorithm integration. I asked my teacher about the neural network. He was a federal T0 back then. It is made by IT masters of the highest level. Unless your team has a T0-level algorithm, it will be difficult to succeed. Our model is already half the battle.”
Hearing this, Xin Shun also became nervous.
Dean Xu went to the backstage to find Xin Shun. Hearing this sentence, he couldn't help but smile: "Teacher Xin, are you ready?"
Xin Shun raised his head lightly: "We still have one member who hasn't arrived yet."
The algorithms and models are all in Meng Fu's place.
Dean Xu did not expose Xin Shun and just returned to where he was.
At 7:57, a young man slowly came in from the gate. It was Qian Dui that Xin Shun had met before. There was also a handsome man beside him.
Everyone in the hall paused for a moment because of their arrival. Not many people knew Captain Qian, and most of them were intimidated by his momentum.
The staff next to Xin Shun were dripping with cold sweat on their foreheads, "Teacher Xin, that's..."
Xin Shun had never seen Bailize before, and only looked at Team Qian, "That's someone from the Qian Association."
The staff took a breath. They were just giving a report under a department. Why were the people from the Equipment Association here
Bai Lize didn't sit in the first row, but just found a seat next to him and sat down casually.
Not long after, a middle-aged man walked in slowly. His face was a little pale, and he was holding two black balls in his left hand. He walked to Bailize's row and slowly took his seat.
Bai Lize, who was already seated, saw the person coming and saluted very elegantly: "Mr. Ren."
"President Baili." Ren Jun said with a heavy hand.
Captain Qian said something in Bailize's ear at this time.
Bai Lize raised his hand, looked at the time on his wrist, and smiled softly: "It's almost eight o'clock. Mr. Ren, do you think Miss Meng's report will be successful?"
Ren Jun's expression did not change much.
Seven fifty-nine.
People in the hall couldn't wait any longer and started making noises.
Dean Xu held the microphone, raised his hand to look at the time on his watch, and then smiled, "It seems that Teacher Xin's results have not come out, and no one has come up to report..."
"Ding-"
As he was speaking, the slideshow behind him suddenly opened.
Meng Fu opened the curtain and came out from behind. She didn't take anything in her hand, only a mobile phone: "Thank you to all the teachers and seniors who are present. First, I will show you the algorithm model of the neural network."
As she spoke, she snapped her fingers.
At this time, four large characters were projected in front of the reporting desk, which were four-dimensional fonts—
"Neural Networks"!
This is the first time that China has seen four-dimensional fonts projected out of thin air.
Under the stage, Ren Jun, who was about to instruct Ren Weizhong, raised his head and looked at Meng Fu standing on the stage in amazement, talking eloquently.
The entire lecture hall was in an uproar, like boiling water dripping into a frying pan.
There was still a patch of green under Meng Fu's eyelids. He turned slightly sideways and said with clear eyebrows, "Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."