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His body has changed, some positive changes.
And what he did was to write an infinite loop program in a secret space.
And this infinite loop procedure, if explained by the old man Huo's theory of immortality, is the beginning of "foundation".
It was like this at the beginning of foundation building, so after ten days, when foundation building is completed, what will his body look like
Lin Xun looked at the tops of the hawthorn trees swaying gently in the breeze, and pursed his lips.
He walked out of his room.
Wang Anan and Zhao Jianshe had already eaten lunch and started their lunch break - playing games.
Seeing him come out, the two men greeted him.
Lin Xun sat on the sofa, took a sip of Coke with a heavy heart, and completely bit down the mouth of the straw.
Then he said, "I have something to tell you."
Perhaps because of his solemn tone, Wang Anan and Zhao Jiji both started to hang up and looked up to listen to him.
Lin Xun explained the matter one by one.
The two were silent for a while, and finally, Wang An said, "It's really not your hallucination? I suggest you continue to go to the elite department."
Zhao Zhijie said: "As long as anyone with a bit of brains will not believe your words, I will dial 120."
Wang Anan: "I didn't expect you to be a visionary."
Lin Xun: "..."
Lin Xun: "Okay."
But he would not accept the ridicule of these two people, so he said: "I predict that in ten days, our company will have an unexpected income, in units of 50."
Zhao Jianzhe restarted the game and said while playing the game, "Algorithms, this world is materialistic, you have to remember this."
Wang Anan: "Your fine pressure is really too much. We have to hire a programmer as soon as possible to relieve your work pressure."
Fine.
According to the progress, ten days later, when he builds the foundation, the system will issue a reward of "Sect Fund + 50". At that time, he will slap these two people in the face.
He pretended that he didn't care about it: "Don't talk about it."
Wang An An: "Let's discuss what kind of programmer to hire, and how much to pay him."
Lin Xun: "Our code is difficult to write."
Luo is still a prototype, an engine that can run normally, but the functions that can be displayed to users have not yet been realized. To realize it, a lot of code is needed.
- Before that, the three of them wrote the code of "Luo" together. They have their own strengths in the professional field, but the specific programming skills are not perfect. Therefore, Luo's core code is ugly and verbose, and Lin Xun is working hard to design an optimization algorithm.
Now, the amount of work required to program is so great that the three of them can't handle it, and a fourth person is needed - this person must be highly technical and must be proficient in python and gx.
This means that his salary is very high.
Wang An'an put forward the hypothesis: "If we recruit programmers with a monthly salary of 10,000 yuan."
Lin Xun: "You will get a programmer for Baidu and csdn programming."
"When his monthly salary goes up to twenty thousand—"
Zhao Architecture: "He will be proficient in programming for google and github."
Wang An An: "Then let's take out 50,000."
Lin Xun: "He is a qualified programmer, but he still can't adapt to Luo's programming difficulty."
Wang An'an sighed: "A code farmer, why is it so extravagant?"
"Think about our worth, safety." Zhao Jiji shrugged: "Eagle and lions offered us an annual salary of 60 or 70 in the first year, which is already too low, and they also added additional stock, you and I are a little bit moved. ."
Wang Anan: "How much did Eagle give you?"
Lin Xun saw that they were about to fall into endless debates about python and java because of the comparison, and quickly stopped: "I think his monthly salary range should be between 70,000 and 100,000."
"Then our funds were cut in half, and we had to rent servers in addition." Wang An'an folded his arms: "So, Algorithm, do you know what your task is tonight?"
Lin Xun: "… I know."
- Ask Dongjun for money.
God knows, he's just someone who hesitates to even call Dongjun.
But night always comes so quickly.
He was in front of the mirror: "Are you sure you want me to wear this?"
Zhao Zhijie: "I suggest you believe me."
Lin Xun looked at himself in the mirror.
White turtleneck sweater, coat is not very formal, a similar beige trench coat.
It's all light colors, and that soft turtleneck makes him look...
Lin Xun: "This is the style that my sister likes."
"That's right," Zhao Jiji walked around him a few times, "you're as well-behaved as a little rabbit who just left the nest."
"Architecture." Lin Xun: "Your metaphor level has improved again."
"Thank you for the compliment." Zhao Jiji adjusted his collar and continued: "However, it will not be too weak, because your temperament is very calm. Therefore, it is rising, young, and rising, very bright ."
Lin Xun: "You're starting to use your words incorrectly."
"I'm sorry." Framework said: "Then let me describe it another way, you are like a younger brother now."
Lin Xun: "?"
Wang Anan laughed out loud.
"The best choice for a sister-in-law relationship, a beautiful little milk wolf. That kind of thing, when women see you, they will say loudly - brother, I can." Zhao Jiji added.
Lin Xun can no longer understand the nonsense of the framework. He has not only become a younger brother, but also an animal that has not been weaned.
But anyway, like his language level, the architectural aesthetic level is the highest among the three of them.
And, he also trusts his wardrobe.
His sister is Lin Ting, who is four years older than him. She is currently studying art abroad, and undoubtedly has a very good aesthetic.
Lin Xun's wardrobe was properly matched piece by piece by Ms. Lin Ting, and arranged for different occasions, and there has never been a mistake.
"In short," Wang An'an concluded, "Tonight, you should use your young beauty and young brain to impress Dongjun and ask him to make additional follow-up investments."
Lin Xun: "Then will you pick me up?"
"No, you've grown up, Algorithm. You have to take the bus yourself, and then use this to arouse Dong Jun's sympathy - a genius, but because he is not appreciated, he can only take the bus."
Lin Xun no longer intends to pay attention to him, and turns to go out.
The moment he was about to leave, he also heard Zhao Jiji chattering: "Security, look at the algorithm tonight, he looks only nineteen years old, he can evoke the motherhood of all female animals."
Lin Xun couldn't hold back, turned his head and said, "But I'm going to see Dongjun."
Zhao Zhijie: "You have to believe that human sexuality is the same."
Zhao frame, he is simply a sophist.
Lin Xun came to the agreed place.
This place is around the Galaxy Building. It is a very low-key western restaurant, but the design inside is very delicate. There is soothing music in the air and the smell of rose petals.
There were a lot of red lights on the road, and he arrived about five minutes earlier than the agreed time.
Dongjun is already here.
He wears a very simple black shirt, with the cuffs rolled up, revealing a section of his wrist, with no decoration other than a silver watch, and a button loose at the neckline.
The frame was changed to dark gray, and the mirror chain was the same color. There was no expression on his face. The whole person seemed to be very serious, but it seemed not so serious. Lin Xun's language level was not enough to describe it accurately.
"You're here." Dongjun said.
"You've been waiting for a long time." Lin Xun sat down.
"Not long." Dong Jun pushed him a glass of sherry.
The outer wall of the goblet has a thin layer of white mist that has been iced.
Lin Xun remembered the glass of ice water he gave him in the man's office yesterday.
He thought, maybe the man's habit in this respect is similar to his own, and he doesn't like hot things.
"Is Mr. Lin's place far from here?"
"Six kilometers, not too far." Lin Xun pursed his lips: "You don't need to call me 'Mr. Lin', just call me by name. My name is... Lin Xun."
"Lin Xun..." Dong Jun repeated the name and asked, "Do your friends call you that too?"
"Sometimes," Lin Xun said, "they often call me 'algorithm'."
There seems to be a smile in Dong Jun's eyes.
Lin Xun explained: "Because one of them is called 'Security' and the other is called 'Architecture'."
Dongjun said: "Then your team still lacks a 'code'."
"Yes, we are looking for it." Lin Xun said: "But it's hard to find."
"The Luo algorithm is an entirely new structure."
"Yes, for this reason, as well as the budget factor... The salary we can offer can't afford top programmers." Lin Xun said this sentence in a half-joking tone - although he was a little confused by the man , but did not forget Wang An'an's ardent instructions.
He watched Dong Jun take a sip of the wine. The light in this environment was not bright, it was very ambiguous, and there was a volatile luster swaying in the glass.
Just listen to Dong Jundao: "When do you plan to start the first round of financing?"
Eh
"We, aren't we..." Lin Xun and him looked at each other: "Is the first round of financing in progress?"
"You may have some misunderstandings." Dongjun said: "Buying equity is my personal statement."
Lin Xun blinked.
"That way, when you're starting your first round, maybe you're prioritizing VCs for Galaxy over... eagle or something."
Lin Xun thought for a while: "But only you chose us."
Dongjun said: "I like mathematics."
Lin Xun: "Then you mean, will Galaxy inject capital for Luo during the first round of financing?"
"As long as you come up with a preliminary result," Dongjun said, "you have persuaded me with the algorithm, and then you will use the formed results to persuade the venture capital department."
Lin Xun looked into Dong Jun's eyes and felt that he had established trust in him after just two short contacts.
The character Dongjun showed at this time was not as cold and strong as he showed in front of the media, and Lin Xun even thought that he was very good at talking now.
He is reluctant to attribute this to the means of businessmen, and he has a long-established goodwill towards Dongjun.
Following this topic, he mentioned his plans for the next step, such as the functions he wants to implement.
"Theoretically, Luo can perform all the functions of the current intelligent system. I have no idea for new functions, but... Its processing efficiency, according to the formula, will be much higher than that of the network engine. I want to start from this point."
Through the analysis of massive data, the network engine can make judgments that are similar to "wisdom". However, this also causes a problem. The closer it is to true intelligence, the more data it needs. The huge amount of data will bring disaster, and the requirements for hardware and software are very high, especially now that the data mining technology has encountered a bottleneck.
A puzzling question - why is the judgment and learning ability that 1200 grams of brain tissue can make quickly, still unable to reproduce on a machine with extremely powerful computing power and far more storage capacity than the human brain.
However, Luo can narrow the gap between them.
It means a possibility, an exciting possibility—maybe one day, it can be realized.
Lin Xun has always been aware of what he was doing in the past three years, so even if Wang An'an proposed to "disband" several times, he never wavered.
Dongjun said: "Do you have data to support it?"
"Not yet," Lin Xun said, "We plan to rent a server tomorrow and start calculating."
Dongjun tapped lightly on the table with his fingertips: "There is currently a spare server in the computer room of Galaxy headquarters, which can be opened to Luo. Contact Ruan Zhi when you need it."
Lin Xun said, "Thank you."
If the cost of renting the server is not considered, the budget will be saved a lot, and this interview between him and Dongjun can be regarded as a rewarding experience.
The next step was to confirm the contract. After everything was done, Dong Jun asked about his progress.
Lin Xun suddenly woke up, Luo had returned with a full reward, but he himself had not.
—This person is Dongjun, a legendary programmer with a pair of hands blessed by Apollo!
And he happens to have an intractable confusion in the code!
He started to ask.
—He brought a pen and paper today.
It wasn't until the waiter started serving the dishes that his consultation was over - there was still something left to do, and he didn't want to put away the pen and paper.
Dongjun suddenly said something he didn't understand: "I only ordered one dessert."
Lin Xun expressed his confusion by not answering.
Then I saw a faint smile in Dongjun's eyes: "But your image today makes me think you should be more."
Lin Xun: "..."
He remembered the nonsense of Zhao Jijie when he left, "You are like a bastard who just came out of the nest".
Oh no, bunny.
He pretended not to hear anything, to think of nothing.
After dinner, Dongjun asked, "How are you going back?"
Lin Xun: "Bus."
Dongjun: "I will send you?"
Lin Xun just sat in the man's black Bentley and brought a question that he didn't fully understand yet and could continue to ask for advice on the road.
The moment he buckled his seat belt, he thought, Zhao Jiji is a bastard, but Wang Anan, he is really a genius.