Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 55 Subconscious, heartbeat won't lie
"Your appearance on this variety show was worth it!"

Yang Wei held the steering wheel with one hand, and his fingertips swiped across the Weibo hot search list on the mobile phone screen.

"This [Jiang Qing's Ideal in the World] has been trending for two days now. I think you should start a livestream so I can share in the buzz..."

Yang Wei kept talking non-stop, as if he was the one on the trending search, and he seemed very excited.

Jiang Qing held his forehead, feeling that this guy was really noisy.

Not wanting to bother with him, Jiang Qing bit the mint candy with a crunching sound.

"After the identity of Wuwen Technology's founder was revealed, your official Weibo followers increased by nearly 200,000."

"Your personal fan base has now reached 3.2 million, which is higher than many celebrities."

After a while, Yang Wei, whose saliva had dried up, stopped talking. However, before Jiang Qing could speak, he opened his mouth again.

"Old Jiang, with your current popularity, maybe if you market yourself a little more, your popularity will be even higher than Mr. Lei's."

"To be honest, several of my colleagues from the film and television department have approached me recently, wanting to know if you'd ever consider becoming an actor for a try."

"It seems they are all jealous of your current popularity."

His eyes were full of amusement, and he obviously didn't take it seriously.

In Yang Wei's memory, except for the past year, Jiang Qing has never stopped and is busy like a top every day.

Although the technology circle is now saying that Jiang Qing has semi-retired and is enjoying life in advance, he knows that Jiang Qing is just planning a bigger move.

The kind that is enough to lead the era!
"I have to thank you so much, Brother Wei!"

Jiang Qing deliberately dragged out the ending tone.

"Just focus on driving."

Then, without waiting for him to retort, she lowered her head and took out her cell phone from her pocket.

"How many times have I told you! Call me Tom!"

"OK?"

Yang Wei curled his lips in dissatisfaction, looking angry.

"Ah……"

Jiang Qing sneered, not even looking at him, focusing his attention on the phone screen.

The pinned dialog box on WeChat was still stuck on the emoticon package sent by Zhou Ye, which showed a pink rabbit spinning around holding a carrot.

The phone vibrated and Lei Jun's voice message popped up.

"Jiang Qing, let Xiao Chen take you to teach them tomorrow. I have plans and will not be in the company during the day."

"The new architect said your algorithm is impossible to implement, and Lao Zhang was so angry that he almost flipped the table."

Jiang Qing chuckled and replied, "No problem."

I have to make up for the disappointment I showed you before.

Lei Jun knew that his show would end in the next two days, so he had been sending him messages every day to urge him.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when they arrived at the hotel. They put down their luggage and left.

Yang Wei insisted on eating copper pot hot pot, and talked about his embarrassing moments in college while the steam was rising.

"Back then, the beauty from the philosophy department wrote you a love letter, but you mistakenly sent it back as a homework note. At that time, no one would have thought that you, a student from the School of Information, could understand philosophy..."

Jiang Qing picked up the mutton and rolled it in the sesame sauce three times, then suddenly said:
"Ono doesn't eat sesame paste."

After he finished speaking, he was stunned on the spot. The piece of meat dangling from the tip of the chopsticks was dripping with sauce, leaving dark marks on the blue and white porcelain plate.

"Damn it! Old Jiang, you're done!"

"This is the first time I've heard you talk about a girl and subconsciously mention her preferences!"

Yang Wei slammed his chopsticks on the table with an excited expression, attracting the attention of many people in the hall.

He quickly clasped his hands together and gestured to the surroundings, an apologetic smile on his face.

Jiang Qing stared blankly at the sesame paste in front of him, Zhou Ye's sweet and innocent smiling face appeared in his mind, and he was a little absent-minded for a moment.

We've only been apart for a few hours today...

The next afternoon, there was drizzle in Xiaomi Technology Park.

Jiang Qing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out silently.

The Fourier transform formulas written on the whiteboard in the room had not yet dried. Everyone was staring at the neural network model he had just reconstructed. The conference room was so quiet that the sound of the air conditioner could be heard.

"Teacher Jiang, this real-time semantic understanding module."

An engineer wearing black-framed glasses spoke with a slightly trembling voice.

"You mean only 0.3 seconds?"

Jiang Qing turned around and twirled the marker in his hand. The teeth marks on the pen were left by Zhou Ye a few days ago.

He recalled the day when he taught her how to solve the Nine Rings Link. The girl was so anxious that she bit the tip of her pen and lay on the table looking like a troubled and anxious beautiful girl.

So silly, as if I could be tricked by a lollipop.

Jiang Qing walked to the whiteboard and stood in front of it under the gaze of a group of core engineers from Xiaomi's intelligent voice assistant team, smiling at them.

He tapped the whiteboard with a marker, and the sound echoed calmly in the room.

"Imagine you're trying to get a pizza delivered, and you have to listen to the sizzling frying pan in the kitchen, the driver's phone call, and your wife's nagging at the same time."

He suddenly drew a donut with the tip of his pen to cover a certain formula.

"And my algorithm is like a bartender who throws a party with his ears, accurately scooping out the extra cheese you requested amidst the clinking of glasses."

"Clap!"

The pen of the engineer in the back row rolled onto the table, and the ink stain formed an exclamation mark on the meeting minutes.

Jiang Qing turned the pen, leaving a shadow, and his face flickered in the light.

"Last week, I was teaching a girl how to solve a nine-ring puzzle, and she was so anxious she almost chewed this pen into a teething stick."

Amid the room's laughter, he suddenly turned serious, his tone incredibly earnest. "But a good algorithm should be like her biting the tip of a pen, finding the most vulnerable point."

There was a brief silence at the scene.

The chief architect of the team suddenly stood up and applauded. Only then did the others react and stood up and clapped their hands vigorously.

The Fourier ripples on the whiteboard transformed into strings amid the applause, and Jiang Qing's posture of leaning on the edge of the table with his arms around his chest had become the latest ideological imprint implanted in the entire conference room.

The applause reached its peak when Lei Jun pushed the door open.

Lei Jun, wearing a gray sweatshirt, walked in and looked around. His eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the formula on the whiteboard.

"Jiang Qing, it seems like this has opened up new horizons for our team."

He walked forward with a smile and put his hand on Jiang Qing's shoulder, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter as he stared at the formula on the whiteboard.

"Of course, otherwise the annual consulting fee would be too expensive. I'm also afraid that you, the client, will get upset, right?"

Jiang Qing smiled and responded.

"Haha, our CEO Jiang is joking. I'm treating you to a nice meal today. How about you explain this formula to me in detail?"

Lei Jun extended an invitation enthusiastically.

"There's no need to go through so much trouble. Let's just do it in the cafeteria."

Jiang Qing waved his hand and refused with a smile.

He didn't like the hassle, and he was deeply impressed by the last time he was dragged into a chat until the early hours of the morning.

"Okay, then the cafeteria."

Lei Jun didn't care and agreed immediately.

He is not a person who likes formalism.

At 7:30 in the evening, the lights in the Xiaomi cafeteria were warm yellow. After chatting about the voice call, Jiang Qing scooped up some rice dumplings made with fermented rice wine and listened to Lei Jun talk about the difficulties they faced in developing a new mobile phone system.

Xiaomi's system has always been criticized. In the early days, everyone said that everything was based on MIUI, but as more and more functions were added and the system became more and more bloated, MIUI became their shortcoming.

Jiang Qing just listened, nodded from time to time, and did not make any suggestions.

Their phone system problem has been going on for a while, and I'm sure I can help him solve it, but...

That's another price.

A hidden camera flashed outside the window, and he subconsciously turned his face to the side.

Then I thought, the show has been recorded, so what is there to hide?

Then, I relaxed and stopped caring about it.

At 8 pm, the entry "Jiang Qing and Lei Jun appeared in Xiaomi canteen" became the third most searched term.

A high-definition picture of his fingers holding a spoon was captured by a passerby. Someone in the "Jiang Zhou Yu Huo" super topic compared Zhou Ye's latest airport photos and found that the mechanical watch on her wrist seemed to be the same model as the one worn by Jiang Qing in the program trailer.

This time, both CP fans and passers-by fans are excited!

what's the situation?
Talked about it?
Are you secretly showing off your affection to us?
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"Old Jiang, have you seen the trending searches?"

At nine o'clock in the evening, as soon as Jiang Qing stepped into the hotel, he was greeted by Yang Wei, who had been waiting in the lobby for a long time, and he winked at him.

"Netizens are saying that the watch Zhou Ye wears is a couple's watch like yours."

"Old Jiang, are you serious this time?"

Jiang Qing swiped open the lock screen and paid special attention to a new Weibo post that popped up.

Zhou Ye took a selfie in the mirror at the airport lounge, the mechanical watch dial on his wrist reflecting the ceiling light, with the caption "If you borrow something from someone, you must return it in person [bunny winks]."

He opened the WeChat dialog box, typed a few words and then deleted it.

Looking at the neon lights flashing outside the window, he finally just replied with a moon emoticon.

My phone vibrated in my palm, and a message from Lei Jun popped up: "Mr. Ma will also be here for next week's meeting. You should be aware of this."

Jiang Qing's eyes flashed, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

Next came Zhou Ye's voice message, but when he clicked it, there was only the sound of rubbing cloth, and three seconds later a light laugh was heard.

"Jiang Qing, the strap seems to be stuck."

The voice is soft and sticky, with a hint of coquettishness.

Jiang Qing rubbed his eyebrows.

The elevator mirror reflected the corners of his lips that turned up, and the smartwatch on his wrist showed that his heart rate suddenly soared to 110.

The carpet in the corridor absorbed the sound of footsteps. He automatically filtered out Yang Wei's chatter and suddenly remembered the shirt he had hung on the windowsill last night. The cartoon robot Zhou Ye had drawn a few days ago was still smiling at the corner of his shirt.

At this moment, he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate.

Jiang Qing took it in his hand and glanced at it, his brows raised slightly.

Meng Ziyi: "Jiang Qing, what are you doing? I'm filming a night scene in Hengdian and just finished filming. Let me share with you the moon in Hengdian!"

A photo followed.

Click on the large picture, and you will see Meng Ziyi, dressed in a moon-white skirt, looking back and smiling under the carved eaves where wind chimes are gently swaying.

Her wide sleeves slid down, revealing half of her forearm. Her fingertips seemed to be pointing at the full moon in the sky with a clear light. The pearl hairpin in her hair was blown by the night wind, but it was not as eye-catching as the gilded flower at the corner of her eye.

The moonlight flowed through the hem of her skirt, which was decorated with silver Epiphyllums, and made her rouge-stained smile hazy, as if a fairy in a painting had stolen the beauty of spring from the world.

This scene made Jiang Qing not know whether to look at the moon or her.

His fingertips hovered above the screen, and the moonlight dripping from the eaves and the stars in Meng Ziyi's eyes collided with each other in his chest, making clear sounds at the same time.

"Oh, dear Dr. Jiang, your heart rate has exceeded the average again."

When Thirteen's metallic voice sounded, Jiang Qing was covering his chest with his hands.

He was a little irritated because his heartbeat didn't lie.

(End of this chapter)