When Zhou Qingfeng was a programmer, he was just a third-rate. He asked the question, only interviewing the old professor lurking in his body. But when it comes to algorithms and the like, Ouyang Jun has become keen and talkative.
Professor Zheng Lao is not a computer major. However, he has a wide range of knowledge, has covered various engineering disciplines, and asked a wide range of questions, which is the most appropriate way to find out. Two hours later, he gave the evaluation-'okay'.
Since the old professor said, "It's okay," it's really okay. Zhou Qingfeng asked a question of his own concern, "Ouyang, you graduated from a prestigious university with a master's degree, and it is not bad to find a job at random. How could it be so miserable
Ouyang Jun hasn't spoken for two hours in a long time. The questions that Zhou Qingfeng recounted were all-encompassing. From computers to engineering applications to artistic cultivation, he had to be so focused that he became more excited as he answered, and his sluggish appearance seemed to come back to life.
As for why it was'so miserable', Ouyang Jun also scratched his head and smiled bitterly: "I don't know why? My original life was not like this. It was probably because I fell too hard and couldn't get up.
I now think about how I was arrested in the police station because of voyeurism. It also feels incredible. Thank you very much for being able to chat with me this afternoon, my mind suddenly opened up, I felt that I was not so bad, and everything was put down. "
After speaking, Ouyang Jun left Zhou Qingfeng in the living room and ran into the bathroom to brush his teeth, take a shower, shave, and change clothes. He was still singing in the bathroom, his voice screamed loudly, and he came out wearing shorts after roaring...
"Why haven't you left?" Ouyang Jun looked at Zhou Qingfeng stupidly, and found that there were two more part-time workers in his living room who were cleaning up, including the landlord. He exclaimed even more: "Don't move my table. If you mess up, I can't find anything."
Zhou Qingfeng glanced at the hairy computer desk and said in a deep voice: "Ouyang Jun, I have decided to hire you. Is the monthly salary tentatively set at ten thousand."
"Good, good." The landlord clapped his hands on the side. He took Ouyang Jun's arm and said loudly: "Ouyang, I know you are a talent. It's not wrong. How much help I can help you, this month's rent must be Go up a little bit."
Ouyang Jun's mind is still as stiff as before. After hearing the '10,000 monthly salary', he stubbornly said: "I used to work in a large company, but for a month..."
The landlord hurriedly covered Ouyang Jun’s mouth, turned his head and smiled at Zhou Qingfeng: "Ouyang said he was willing, very willing. Go to work today, go to work now, go to work immediately. But you need to pay half a month’s salary in advance, otherwise he won’t have the money to pay the rent. ."
Two hourly workers cleared out a dozen bags of garbage from Ouyang Jun's house because he had never cleaned it for two years after living here. The dark floor can't be mopped clean with a mop, so you have to flush the water and pour two packs of detergent.
Ouyang Jun cleaned his computer desk by himself. The server that hadn't been turned off for two years was rarely stopped, and a dozen dead cockroaches were found under the twisted power cord and socket board, plus one dead mouse.
When the cleaning is finished, it is evening, and Zhou Qingfeng can finally talk about the specifications of the simulation software he needs. He, Sophia and Professor Zheng Lao have done a lot of work in this area, focusing on the sorting out of the magic system in the "Gate of True Knowledge".
"I have a..., detailed magic system settings, you need to use software to help me realize it." Zhou Qingfeng handed out a USB flash drive, "but this system is not perfect yet. You must be when designing software Open and easy to modify."
The sorted data is input by Sophia controlled by the hidden servant. Because the magic system is extremely large, less than one-tenth of it has been sorted out, and only one-hundredth of the computer input is completed. But this is already the content of several Ts.
Ouyang Jun first looked at the general outline, and he was quite fascinated at first glance. After watching for half an hour, he remembered that he should go through the catalog, but was shocked by the catalog with almost no end in sight. "Is this setting so big?"
"Yes it is."
"Then I can't handle it alone."
"I don't expect you to do it alone. You only need to make some of them, especially the architecture design. I have seen those small games you have completed, and the architecture is well designed, so that you can tolerate you stuffing a lot of inexplicable things inside."
The dinner was called a takeaway, and the two of them ate and talked about the details of the software until late at night. Regarding magic theory, magic dynamics, magic power and magic nets, Ouyang Jun, as a master of'information and computing science', showed quite strong understanding and imagination.
This dear man used mathematical tools to make mathematical models when experimental data was still scarce, to calculate approximate values, and then to be verified by Zhou Qingfeng. Professor Zheng was ashamed of this point, and Zhou Qingfeng was even more disappointed.
The two talked until two or three o'clock in the night, and Ouyang Jun finally began to feel sleepy. He spent the night in the police station last night, and did not rest much today, he will finally be tired.
"Yes, yes, your magical idea of'Qingfeng Industrial' is very good, and I like it very much. But I am really tired now, and I have to sleep. I will continue to talk tomorrow." Ouyang Jun drooped and wanted to go to bed. Go on your stomach.
go to bed? What to sleep? Get up and cultivate!
Zhou Qingfeng is a'perfect body', and he won't be sleepy without sleeping for days or nights. He looked at the time, took out a small bottle from his pocket, handed it to Ouyang Jun, and said: "Drink some of this, let's continue talking."
"what is this?"
"Just treat it as Red Bull."
"Red Bull is useless."
"You drink and see."
Ouyang Jun really took the bottle and took a big sip. Before drinking, he was dizzy and unable to sit still. After drinking, he jumped out of the bed with a red face and shouted in the middle of the night: "Who the fuck is mixing red bull with chili?"
Ah... what a pervert!
Ouyang Jun felt fire all over his body, and the fire was spraying from his mouth, from his nostrils, from his eyes, and from his ears. His entire chest was burning, and his life seemed to turn into ashes at this moment!
I'm not sleepy anymore, I'm really not sleepy at all, I'm completely refreshed.
"what is this?"
"Red Bull."
"You lied to ghosts!"
"Well, it's not Red Bull. I named it'Giant Bull'."
This time it was Ouyang Jun's turn to look at Zhou Qingfeng like a fool.
The effect of stamina potions is still very good. After taking a sip, I felt super spicy at first, and burned in flames after a few seconds. After a minute, the whole body is full of energy, and the brain is unprecedentedly clear, as if countless unsolved problems have been answered.
Ouyang Jun quickly sat in front of the computer, opened a voice recorder to record his thoughts, and tapped the keyboard to build the structure. There are four screens in front of him displaying different contents, and various dazzling characters appear on them.
This work will go to the next morning. When I clicked, Ouyang Jun suddenly turned his head. Not surprisingly, he saw Zhou Qingfeng who was still behind him and said: "I need a team, four or five, even novices."
Zhou Qingfeng nodded. He kept staring at Ouyang Jun's display, still approving of the opponent's abilities. "The team is very necessary and can greatly speed up the progress. How about the people in the Department of Computer Science at Tianyang University?"
Ouyang Jun shook his head, "The Department of Computer Science at Tianyang University is too bad. It's a good idea to understand programming alone. You have to know programming in the Department of Mathematics. And I have a requirement..." Actually twisted up.
"What's the requirement?"
"Can you recruit at least one girl?"
In Ouyang Jun’s bedroom, Misaka Mikoto is pasted on the wall, the sheets are Ayanami, the figure on the table is Altolia, and the compassionate shirt in the closet is printed on either Dudao Maizi, Beyonita or Yi Carlos.
Thinking about the embarrassment of this dear man walking out of the police station yesterday, Zhou Qingfeng really understood his hunger and thirst, and nodded sympathetically, "I will recruit girls for you."