White armor

Chapter 405: Real-life Application of Chicken Claw Flow
"Old Meng, if you want to flatter someone, you have to do it in front of Luo Hao. But you've made such a big fuss that even Luo Hao doesn't dare to accept your offer." Chen Yong sneered.

Generally speaking, no matter what Chen Yong said, Meng Liangren would just remain silent, regardless of whether he agreed or not, and would not argue with Chen Yong.

But this time Meng Liangren is different from before.

He stretched his neck, serious and not at all lively.

"What I said is true. Professor Luo's behavior and way of doing things are close to Taoism."

"!!!" Chen Yong felt helpless as he looked at Meng Liangren, the idiot.

Not to mention myself, even my master who lives in the back mountain of the God of Wealth’s ancestral temple does not dare to say that he is close to the Tao.

Meng Liangren dared to say it! He said it so vividly.

It is true that the ignorant are fearless.

"Then tell me how you are close to Tao, Lao Meng." Chen Yong put down his phone and looked at Meng Liangren.

"I play games too. I usually play the chicken feet style, and I'm very familiar with it!" Meng Liangren said.

"Oh?" Chen Yong looked Meng Liangren up and down.

"I just don't play enough. My hands sweat a lot, and I sweat even more when I'm nervous, so a few kills doesn't matter to me. I can't play to that effect."

"Then the chicken claw style appeared, and I saw it and thought, isn't this the most suitable way of playing for me?!"

Meng Liangren's square face was radiant.

"and then?"

"I studied the matching mechanism of King of Glory and found this mechanism called elo quite interesting. The full name is Elo rating system, which was first created by Hungarian-American physicist Arpad Elo to measure the level of various game activities and ensure the fairness of the game."

"If I perform very well and win all the levels, the next match I get will be of poor quality. It will be tiring and the results will not be good. But if I change my approach, that is, the chicken claw approach, I can get a good result."

"The way of heaven is to reduce the excess and replenish the deficiency. Doctor Chen, do you think it is similar to the matching mechanism of ELO?"

Chen Yong was startled.

Although what Lao Meng said was a bit far-fetched, it was somewhat meaningful.

"It's better to match well than to play well!"

"The fastest way to advance is to use the chicken claw style that matches the ELO mechanism - look for opportunities to lead the line and steal the tower. Intentionally give away kills, don't participate in team fights, don't kill people, don't assist, look for opportunities to lead the line and steal the tower. Rely on the strong teammates you match with to carry you all the way!"

"..."

Chen Yong seldom played games. He only started to play games after Lao Liu gave him 4090.

I didn't expect Lao Meng to talk about this in such a set way, and it sounded reasonable and somewhat similar to his situation and actions.

In the department, isn't Old Meng being carried around?

"The game has its own settings. Since it is a conclusion drawn from scientific research, I think it should be close to the Tao. Isn't it that in novels, they all pretend to be pigs and eat tigers? Chicken claw style is a typical example of pretending to be pigs and eating tigers."

"The system judged that I was a bad player, so it matched me with a stronger ally after I won a game."

"Look, Doctor Chen, I'll be promoted super fast this way."

Chen Yong looked at Meng Liangren with a stern face and thought that even someone like Old Meng knew how to take shortcuts.

"If it were real life, I would also play the chicken claw style. I was lucky enough to be matched with a king-level companion. I don't care how many kills I get, I just need to focus on doing my own thing."

"The most important thing is that Professor Luo can see the value of my work and recognizes it. He is not like the stupid director of the infectious disease hospital who thinks I am just wasting time in the hospital and gossiping with patients."

“This is completely different from being in an infectious disease hospital. There, no matter how well I took care of the patients or how well I wrote the medical records, it was useless.

This is the way of man, to reduce what is lacking and to supplement what is in excess. "

Meng Liangren was a little excited, his face slightly reddened, "The difference is obvious, I feel the pain deeply."

"When I was in the infectious disease hospital, everyone knew that I was good at writing medical records, but everyone thought I was lucky and had never had any medical disputes. I was just a rookie at that time."

Chen Yong was silent. He really didn't know what the infectious disease hospital was thinking. The medical records were written to Meng Liangren's level, he communicated with the patients to the point of harmony between man and nature, and there had never been any medical accidents. How could they think it was normal?

It seems that people with different levels of skills have different perceptions of things.

Under the influence of my master Jiang Wenming, I have had a relatively profound vision since an early age.

"Professor Luo is highly skilled. This is not flattery. If he is not here, there is no need for me to provide emotional value to Professor Luo. What I mean is that Professor Luo is close to heaven."

"..."

Oh shit.

Chen Yong cursed viciously in his heart.

Meng Liangren quoted classics from beginning to end, and even used himself as an example, just to say that Luo Hao was close to the way of heaven.

But I can't refute it.

Damn it! Old Meng is good at flattering people.

This emotional value is really sufficient.

And sooner or later these words will be spread from person to person and reach Luo Hao's ears.

And because it is passed down by word of mouth, this passage will change and become even more bizarre.

Old Meng is good. Chen Yong once again looked Meng Liangren up and down and refreshed his understanding of him.

“As for Professor Luo telling Director Chen that his laparoscopic surgery skills were average and he would not attend, I think it was because Professor Luo was worried about overstepping his authority.

The surgery itself is not difficult. No matter how difficult the appendectomy is, it is a minor operation for Director Chen. He personally came on stage, which gave him full face. There is no need to make him unhappy. "

"What is this called?" Meng Liangren looked up at Chen Yong.

"Ah? What is this called?" Chen Yong asked puzzledly.

"This is the original words from Laozi, knowing the masculine and keeping the feminine."

"!!!"

"You can't win by doing nothing. You have to do it by yourself. This is not in line with the laws of nature. So from my point of view, Professor Luo is advising Xiaozhuang not to always meddle in other people's business. Just lie down, do the work at hand, and wait to win."

"Real life is not a game where you can constantly match up with teammates. If I can match up with Professor Luo, I..."

Having said this, Meng Liangren's expression suddenly changed.

"Huh? Old Meng, you're really good at flattering people. Tell me what you've thought of." Chen Yong asked with a smile when he saw the change in Meng Liangren's expression.

"Doctor Chen, do you know how to make green smoke come out of the ancestral grave?" Meng Liangren asked.

“?!” Chen Yong shook his head.

He will pray for blessings, but he will not let smoke come out of his ancestral graves.

That would be so great that smoke would come out of our ancestors’ graves!
How could Lao Meng know something that even he himself didn't know?! Impossible.

But just now Meng Liangren said a lot of things, and even quoted three passages from Laozi, just to argue that Luo Hao was close to Tao.

Being able to flatter someone like Meng Liangren is quite impressive, so Chen Yong wanted to hear what Meng Liangren wanted to say.

"It's like this. My life was a mess before. Plus, there was a period of time when the infectious disease hospital couldn't pay wages and I didn't have to work, so I went back to my hometown."

"There is an ancestral tomb in my hometown. When I was burning incense at the tomb, a strange old man came and told me that my fate was too heavy and that ordinary people could not help me. It would only be possible if the ancestral tomb began to emit green smoke."

"I was also curious, so I asked him a question. He told me to buy 100,000 firecrackers, dig up some of the land around the ancestral grave, and bury the firecrackers inside."

"!!!"

Chen Yong stared at Meng Liangren in a daze, already imagining the scene at that time.

Loosen the soil, bury the firecrackers in the soil, sprinkle some water on it, and after lighting them, the smoke from the firecrackers will come out from the cracks in the soil, and the effect is similar to emitting green smoke.

Meng Liangren told Chen Yong the whole process, and Chen Yong was surprised. But then he thought it made sense.

It's not just a little bit true, it makes a lot of sense.

"You know what, this trick works!" Meng Liangren said after he finished speaking, "When I came back, I heard that we were going to split the patients into different hospitals, so I came to our First Hospital of Medical University to visit the directors."

"Eh? Directors? Who did you visit at that time? Not just Director Shen."

"I definitely won't visit Director Shen first. My first choice is the Department of Gastroenterology. After all, I'm familiar with hepatitis B and liver cirrhosis. I've also treated people with vomiting blood in the Infectious Disease Hospital. I'll definitely go there first."

"got rejected?"

"Yes." Meng Liangren nodded. "Then I went to the respiratory department. Tuberculosis is a respiratory disease, and I can treat it."

"After being rejected, I thought that the old man was wrong. The green smoke coming out of the ancestral graves was all fake. I am an unfilial descendant and I am afraid that I have disturbed the ancestors."

"After thinking for a long time, I decided to go to the cardiothoracic department, but in the end, I ended up in the interventional department by mistake."

As Meng Liangren spoke, a smile appeared on his face.

"The matching mechanism is still good. I work with Professor Luo and I win without any effort! I just need to do my best job and don't worry about anything else."

"Are you really not planning to go to the capital for surgery?" Chen Yong asked.

"Professor Luo's relationship is with 912. If we go to 912 together in the future, I will ask Director Gu. There is no rush. What do you think, Doctor Chen?"

Chen Yong was thinking about the smoke coming out of his ancestral grave and did not answer Meng Liangren's question.

It's no wonder that if you bury 100,000 firecrackers in the soil around your ancestral grave and sprinkle some water on it, the soil will not be blown away and smoke will seep out.

The smoke was green, which was somewhat consistent with the prophecy of green smoke coming out of ancestral graves.

"Then what should I do?" Zhuang Yan scratched her head.

The topic had already deviated to a completely different place, but Zhuang Yan still brought it back.

"Work hard." Meng Liangren smiled gently after hearing what Zhuang Yan said, "First learn how to write medical records. The advanced version is how to manage patients. Managing patients involves psychology. If you have time, Xiaozhuang, you can read some related books."

"..."

"As for the surgery, this is the least urgent thing. It will just come naturally when the time comes."

"I remember what Doctor Chen said about the second and third bosses a few days ago. Looking back, it does make sense." Meng Liangren said sincerely, "Xiaozhuang, you should be more flexible and do a good job in reception work in the future."

"Who are you going to receive?"

As he was speaking, Chen Yong's cell phone rang.

"Old White, you finally called."

"Oh? You're here already! Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

"Okay, Luo Hao and I... Oh, Boss Lou is calling Luo Hao, and you guys are still gliding. As for that, you're being so secretive, like a thief. After all, if you're poaching someone, you still have to keep it secret."

"Okay, hurry back! When you come back, I'll show you something good!"

Chen Yong hung up the phone and looked at Zhuang Yan with a smile, "Here, the receptionist is here."

"Who?"

"Moritz's team at the Max Planck Institute reconstructed a very complex cerebral cortical neural network in 19, revealing the largest mammalian neural circuit map to date."

"!!!" "He came back secretly. He didn't intend to come. It was Boss Lou who spent a lot of money on him."

"Spend money? That's difficult too." Meng Liangren asked with a frown.

"It's ridiculous that the animal protection organization doesn't allow the use of animals for testing. If they don't want to use animals for testing, do they go to India and use humans for testing? To be honest, no one cares about using humans for testing. What the hell is going on?"

"What do you want to invite them here for?" Zhuang Yan asked in surprise.

"Luo Hao told me about something. Have you read the news that Northwestern Polytechnical University can control drones and robot dogs with sensing gloves and glasses?"

Meng Liangren and Zhuang Yan shook their heads.

"Snapping fingers is too troublesome. In the future, there will definitely be a chip behind the head, a quantum chip, which will allow me to control Erhei with just a thought."

Chen Yong snapped his fingers, and Erhei turned on the phone, his eyes sparkling green.

It figured out the direction of the sound, and its mechanical legs made rustling sounds as it walked towards Chen Yong.

Although it looks like bamboo, it can only fool ordinary people. Chen Yong thinks it is so simple that it is just fooling people.

But for now we can only make do with it. After all, it is just a mechanical dog, not a living bamboo with flesh and blood.

Zhuang Yan has already started searching online for information about Moritz's team. It seems that she really takes the reception job seriously.

Meng Liangren didn’t know whether this was the case or not. Now that this had involved his blind spot in cognition, he simply kept silent.

"Ga!" Zhuang Yan suddenly made a strange sound.

"what happened?"

"A paper actually published in a scientific journal?!"

"Yes, otherwise why would we recruit them? Although it was Boss Lou who paid for it, Luo Hao still has to do this favor." Chen Yong said.

"!!!"

"Don't look at the paper, just look at Moritz's resume." Chen Yong said, "The paper mainly explains that mapping the neural network in the cerebral cortex is a major scientific adventure. Moritz's team hopes to uncover the truth about the efficient operation of the brain as a computing machine, and its model is completely different from today's AI."

"Another way?" asked Meng Liangren.

"Of course." Chen Yong smiled. "Those things that Lao Ma made are obviously scams. They are totally unrelated."

"???"

“I don’t understand other things, such as brain-computer interface and Starlink occupying Earth’s orbit. For example, let’s talk about landing on Mars. Why do we have to go to the distant Mars instead of building a base on the moon? Does it have the same air and temperature as Earth?

There is nothing, so I believe that Lao Ma is probably just making a PPT to deceive people. "

"But their Tesla is real."

"Without the Shanghai Gigafactory and without joining the Communist Party, Ma would have been killed by all the investors long ago, and now there is nothing left. Do you know how much money was shorting Tesla at that time? How many people wanted Ma to die quickly?"

Chen Yong was styling Erhei's hair while chatting with him.

"Brother Yong, how can I handle the reception?" Zhuang Yan said worriedly.

"Looking for your dad!"

"what?!"

Zhuang Yan was startled.

"At the beginning, you must ask the adults at home to help you get on the horse and give you a ride. If you don't understand something, tell the adults at home right away, don't be embarrassed. If you make a mistake now, you will make mistakes at every step."

"But..." Zhuang Yan hesitated.

"Well, ask your father's office director. They often organize receptions. In fact, it doesn't take much. You just need to watch it once and you will learn it." Chen Yong said, "In the future, don't talk about it for so long. It's almost the end of the year. Many bosses have said that they will hold their annual meetings in the provincial capital."

"!!!"

"If you can do a good job in the reception of large numbers of people at the end of the year, Luo Hao will look at you differently. You have to do something before you win by lying down."

Meng Liangren felt that Chen Yong was deceiving the girl.

He is quite good at this.

But it seems to make some sense.

"Then I'll go ask." Zhuang Yan seemed to have made a decision at this moment. She shook her high ponytail and walked out of the office quickly.

"Doctor Chen, is this okay?" Meng Liangren asked.

"I want some experience, some guidance from the immortals, how about you go and receive them?"

"..."

"Except for the bosses, everyone else thinks Luo Hao is a waste of time. He is just like Ye Gong who loves dragons more than he actually loves dragons. He poaches people and throws them into Gongda. Whether a project is completed or not is none of his business."

"But Moritz's team was recruited privately? Is this in accordance with procedures?"

"There should be a promise from Gongda to build a laboratory or something like that. As for the details, I don't know, and I'm not interested in knowing. I occasionally heard Luo Hao talk about it over the phone."

As Chen Yong spoke, he also stood up and walked out.

"Doctor Chen, where are you going?"

“Doing handicrafts.”

"???"

……

……

"Xiaoyan, why are you here?" Director Xu from the hospital office asked in surprise when he saw Zhuang Yan.

"Uncle Xu, I want to ask you how to receive your guests."

"Reception?" Director Xu of the School Office was stunned for a moment, then guessed what Zhuang Yan meant, but still confirmed cautiously, "Is it your tutor? Or..."

"It was a reception from Senior Brother Luo, experts from Moritz's team at the Max Planck Institute, and some bosses wanted to hold their annual meeting in the provincial capital at the end of the year."

When Zhuang Yan talked about Moritz's team at the Max Planck Institute, she felt an inexplicable sense of pride.

That is one of the world's top teams in the field of neurology.

This is a team that even Musk couldn't poach.

"Well, it's a bit difficult recently." Director Xu of the hospital office said with a frown.

"What's wrong, Uncle Xu?"

"Isn't this anti-corruption? Many receptions have some minor procedural problems. For example, a while ago, the provincial government went to inspect the work of the prefecture-level cities, had a meal there, and was criticized."

"Ah? Not really."

"Yes, for a meal that was not over the limit, we were criticized because there were three or four people eating. We don't know if there are other things involved, but it's best not to make too much noise recently. What's the Ma Institute?"

"Max Planck Institute."

"Horse breeder? Veterinarian?" asked Director Xu of the hospital office.

"Hey, no, it's the world's top scientific research institution, abbreviated as Max Planck Institute." Zhuang Yan was a little worried.

"Well, Xiaoyan, let me tell you some rules. See if it helps. First, only one meal is arranged, and different levels have different standards. The Max Planck Institute should not have levels, which makes it difficult to handle."

"anything else?"

"The ratio of accompanying personnel is 1:3, which means that there is one host for every three guests."

"The third point is that you can't drink alcohol or play egg-throwing after a meal."

"You can't even play mahjong? Isn't it purely for entertainment? How can you control whether people play cards or not?" Zhuang Yan's eyes widened.

"A document was issued a while ago, saying that many people use throwing eggs as gifts, so it's not allowed. Don't go against the wind for now... No, the experts at the Max Planck Institute should be foreigners, they definitely won't throw eggs, so this can be ruled out."

“最重要的一点——报销时要附上：（1）接待函。（2）客人名单、职务。（3）陪同人员名单。（4）菜单。（5）发票。”

"Professor Luo's reception should be funded by scientific research funds, and the review of scientific research funds is now quite strict."

Zhuang Yan curled her lips and almost cried.

Why is it so troublesome?

The reception she thought of was completely different from what Director Xu from the hospital office said.

Director Xu of the hospital office then explained to Zhuang Yan in detail the format of the invoice and related specific details.

Some people are clearly compliant, but the invoices they issue are problematic, which puts them in a lot of trouble. Some people slightly violate the rules, but can use "technical means" to reasonably avoid risks.

Director Xu from the hospital office told us everything he knew and was extremely detailed.

Zhuang Yan "inherited" Meng Liangren's strengths. When Director Xu from the hospital office began to explain, she took out a pen and notebook and started taking notes.

Director Xu felt very relieved. He didn't expect that Zhuang Yan would become so sensible after just a few months of clinical training.

"In short, stay away from things like entertaining as far as possible and don't touch them if you can. The same goes for Xiao Luo, how can I let you be in charge of entertaining?" Director Xu of the hospital office was a little resentful.

"No, no, no, it's not my senior brother who asked me to do this. The medical team is busy and I'm the only one free." Zhuang Yan explained.

The phone rings.

Zhuang Yan took it out and saw that it was a call from Luo Hao.

"Senior brother."

"What are you doing? Why don't I see you?"

"I'm asking you about the reception, brother. Moritz's team from the Max Planck Institute is coming, shall we..."

"Stop fooling around. Why do you, a little girl, have to think about so many messy things? Come back quickly!" Luo Hao scolded.

Director Xu of the hospital office had mixed feelings.

Professor Luo did not let Zhuang Yan be responsible for the reception, and he was quite satisfied with this. However, Professor Luo did not show any affection to Zhuang Yan at all, which made Director Xu quite dissatisfied.

"Okay, Senior Brother, I'll go back now." Zhuang Yan closed the pen and book, "Uncle Xu, I'm leaving now."

Isn't it necessary?

Zhuang Yan's mind was filled with useless and boring knowledge like postpartum care for sows, and she was thinking about it all the way.

Just because you don’t need it now doesn’t mean you won’t need it in the future.

Back in the ward, Luo Hao was talking to a middle-aged man in an executive jacket.

"The flight from Shanghai is at 7:10 pm. That's a problem. We'll meet at the airport then."

"Okay, Professor Luo." The man in the executive jacket didn't say anything more. He stretched out his hand to shake hands with Luo Hao, then turned and left.

Before leaving, he touched Erhei's head.

"Professor Luo, your mascot is really great. My son has been asking me to buy one."

(End of this chapter)