The two found a Hunan restaurant near Lide and had dinner.
It was lunchtime, and the restaurant was full of people. The waiter led Jiang Chen and Shi Fengyue through the busy hall, to a booth with an independent space, poured tea, handed over the menu, and left. The hot smoke from downstairs and the rich aroma of stir-fried Hunan dishes came in through the carved wooden window that was slightly opened. Jiang Chen sniffed, looked at the menu, and said, "That smelled so good just now, I wonder what it was."
Shi Fengyue ticked two dishes: "Stir-fried pork with chili and dry-pot frog."
Jiang Chen raised his eyes: "Can you smell it?"
"Li Nanfeng likes this Hunan cuisine very much."
"Then I'll order these two dishes." Jiang Chen put down the menu: "You can order a few more dishes you like."
Shi Fengyue ticked a few more items on the menu, called the waitress over, and handed the menu to her.
While waiting for the food, Jiang Chen and Shi Fengyue discussed the upgrade direction of the facial recognition system. Halfway through the conversation, Jiang Chen suddenly remembered that he had heard Li Nanfeng say that Shi Fengyue designed a facial recognition system by himself. He suddenly became interested: "I heard from Brother Li that you rarely designed programs by yourself after you went to college. Why did you suddenly want to make a facial recognition system at that time?"
Shi Fengyue sneered: "If I don't answer, does that mean you only owe me three meals?"
Jiang Chen smiled and waved his hand: "It's still five meals, but you owe me one too."
The origin of the offer of treating someone to a meal for answering a question dates back to more than a month ago. On that day, when Jiang Chen came out of the laboratory, he happened to run into Li Nanfeng. Feng Yue was chatting with the chief researcher from the neighboring laboratory in the tea room. At that time, the topic they were talking about was holographic technology. When Li Nanfeng saw Jiang Chen coming over, he pulled him into the topic.
Originally, this conversation could only be regarded as a light academic exchange over tea. However, as the topic became more professional, the different views of the three people gradually led to a small debate. The debate ushered in a brief peace during Li Nanfeng's jokes, but became more intense when different opinions arose again. The three people held their own opinions and did not agree with the ideas of the other two.
Among the three people who insisted on their own opinions, the chief researcher of the laboratory next door graduated from the top prestigious university in Country A. He had been studying holographic technology for fifteen years before coming to Lide. His current research and development project is holographic technology. He is definitely an expert in this world in terms of his understanding of holography; Jiang Chen majored in holography in his freshman year in his previous life. After entering the laboratory, he also participated in the research of holographic technology. Later, his only friend Liao Zhe became the main researcher leading the federal holographic technology. In addition to artificial intelligence, holography is the field he knows best; Shi Fengyue used special material technology to invent a new medium at the age of fifteen that can use light refraction to reproduce scenes in a certain time period under a fixed air density, and thus obtained a second patent in addition to the high-coverage military GPS. This medium, which he named "Mirage", is the indispensable material for the current research and development of holographic technology.
The three of them were evenly matched and refused to give in to each other. The atmosphere in the tea room quickly changed from a tea party to a fierce academic discussion. Li Nanfeng could not understand a word and could not even get a word in, but as the boss he had to end this argument that was unlikely to reach a unanimous result.
So, he used his authority as the boss and proposed a method: the three people asked holographic-related questions to the person on their left in turn. Whoever could not answer first would withdraw from the discussion, and the last person left could ask the other two to treat him to a meal.
Li Nanfeng's method is very useful. The rule he set is that only questions are allowed and no one is allowed to insert his own opinions. This avoids further arguments from the beginning. Only questions in professional fields are allowed so that the loser can be convinced. The final dinner defines this argument as a discussion between friends, so there is no harm in the end.
The first person to ask questions was Jiang Chen. To his left was Shi Fengyue, and to Shi Fengyue's left was the chief researcher in the next laboratory. After rounds of questions and answers, the three of them hardly got stuck. In the end, all three of them knew that professional questions would not stump the other two, so they all started to extend the questions to other majors in the computer field.
Jiang Chen and Shi Fengyue, the researchers next door who had extensive knowledge in the field of computers and who were the first to withdraw, were evenly matched. Shi Fengyue had a very wide range of knowledge and there was almost no question he could not answer. Jiang Chen had been the main researcher in the artificial intelligence laboratory of the entire federation, and his depth of knowledge in the field of computers was unmatched. Therefore, Shi Fengyue lost.
Shi Fengyue owed Jiang Chen a meal, and he paid it back the next day at noon. But every discussion after that followed this rule, no matter what the reason was, the person who was stumped at the end would owe the other person a meal.
At the beginning, Shi Fengyue and Jiang Chen's discussions were limited to computers, and Jiang Chen had never lost in discussions about computers. However, as their relationship gradually became closer, the topic was no longer limited to computers, but involved various fields and even various strange problems.
For example, the first meal that Jiang Chen owed Shi Fengyue was because of a painting in Li Nanfeng's office. Shi Fengyue asked Jiang Chen if he knew the artist of that painting... So now Jiang Chen and Shi Fengyue have become accustomed to being prepared to treat each other to a meal when the other party raises questions.
"We made the facial recognition system because He Qianjian treated you so specially."
Jiang Chen didn't expect this to be the reason, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Shi Fengyue's eyelashes half-drooped, and he tapped the table with his index finger, saying in an inexplicable tone: "The first time I met He Qianjian was at his tenth birthday party. At that time, he amazed everyone with a piano piece. The strange thing was that he copied my fingering exactly."
"What's even more interesting is that on his twelfth birthday, he once again perfectly copied Wallace's violin technique. Not only the technique, but even Wallace's habit of touching the bow after a piece was exactly the same."
"He Qianjian was once the most interesting person I have ever met." The sound of bones hitting the wooden tabletop stopped. Shi Fengyue raised his eyes and chuckled, "He is full of contradictions, but he has never revealed any flaws that can be caught, except for you."
Jiang Chen's eyes moved slightly: "That's why you designed the facial recognition system to investigate the relationship between me and the He family."
Shi Fengyue tapped the table with his index finger: "The facial recognition system is just to confirm my guess. Your relationship with the He family does not require special investigation. He Qianjian's actions speak for themselves." He leaned forward slightly, his eyes level with Jiang Chen's: "What I'm curious about is, how did you and He Qianjian know my identity?"
Jiang Chen looked at him without blinking, and smiled faintly, "What did you find out?"
Shi Fengyue stared at him quietly for a moment, and said lazily, "I didn't check."
Jiang Chen: "Why?"
Shi Fengyue said lightly, leaning back: "You don't like me doing this, do you?"
Jiang Chen was stunned, as if something light was brushing against his heart, but it disappeared before he could feel it. He curled up his fingers, feeling this fleeting novelty.
Boom boom boom.
The waiter pushed the door open and entered. Dishes were served and removed quietly, leaving only the rich aroma lingering in the nose.
Jiang Chen picked up the chopsticks and paused when he saw the dishes on the table: "Did you order all these?"
Shi Fengyue chuckled, tilted his head slightly to look at him, with a playful smile in his eyes.
Jiang Chen also knew that he was asking unnecessary questions, so he coughed and changed the subject: "How do you know what I like to eat?"
"You'll know after eating a few times." Shi Fengyue poured a bowl of meatball soup and handed it to Jiang Chen, with a hint of smile in his eyes: "Who did you learn this habit of drinking soup before eating from?"
"My dad, my grandparents are from the south." Jiang Chen thought for a moment and said, "Do you prefer Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine? I noticed that you like sweets."
Shi Fengyue paused for a moment, and the smile on his face faded a little: "I just have to eat because of low blood sugar."
Jiang Chen remembered that Li Nanfeng had said that Shi Fengyue had a very poor health when he was a child. He thought about it and asked, "What do you like to eat?"
Shi Fengyue: "You want to know?"
Seeing Jiang Chen nod, Shi Fengyue chuckled: "I'm not picky about food, I eat everything."
Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I remember Brother Li also said that you were very picky about food when you were a child."
"He also said that was when he was a child." Shi Fengyue said indifferently, "At that time, he often took medicine and injections, and could only eat light food, so he was always picky. After getting used to it, there was not much difference."
Jiang Chen picked up a piece of fish with chopsticks and put it into Shi Fengyue's bowl: "Try this."
Shi Fengyue put it into his mouth, chewed it slowly for a few times, and swallowed it.
"Is it tasty?"
"tasty."
Jiang Chen picked up another piece of stir-fried pork with chopsticks: "Try this one."
After Shi Fengyue finished eating, he gave the same answer: "It's delicious."
Jiang Chen was curious: "Which one do you think tastes better?"
“They are all delicious.”
Jiang Chen thought about it, picked up a piece of light vegetable with chopsticks and put it into Shi Fengyue's bowl.
Shi Fengyue: "It's delicious too."
Jiang Chen paused, thinking to himself that Shi Fengyue really didn't seem to be picky about food.
Shi Fengyue saw Jiang Chen stop and raised his chin: "I want to eat fish."
Jiang Chen subconsciously picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks. Shi Fengyue continued: "The dry pot frog looks very good."
Jiang Chen: "Isn't that right in front of you?"
Shi Fengyue: "I still want to eat fish."
Jiang Chen: “Choose it yourself.”
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After the two of them had finished their meal, they returned to Li Nanfeng's office and found that Mo Xi had also come.
He was lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone. When he saw Jiang Chen and the others come in, he sat up with a start, greeted them and ran to the place farthest away from them.
Jiang Chen glanced at Mo Xi who was sitting in the corner and looking over here from time to time, and asked curiously: "What's wrong with him?"
Shi Fengyue walked to the sofa, picked up a pillow, and said lazily: "Don't worry about him."
Jiang Chen retracted his gaze and saw that Shi Fengyue looked like he was about to fall asleep at any moment, so he reminded him, "Going to bed right after a meal is not good for your stomach."
Shi Fengyue closed his eyes and said, "It takes 20 minutes from the hotel to Lide."
Jiang Chen was speechless, and turned to look at Li Nanfeng. Just as he was about to say something, his cell phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, his eyebrows raised slightly.
"Manager Chen?"
"today?"
"OK, thanks."
Seeing Jiang Chen's strange expression, Li Nanfeng closed his notebook and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
"I bought a house in Wugu Village before." Jiang Chen curled his lips and said, "The documents for developing a 5A scenic spot came down today."
Li Nanfeng received the news last night, but the development of Wugu Village was kept secret, so it was too late for him to get involved. Even his request to keep a room for himself was implicitly rejected. He didn't expect Jiang Chen to have a house there. Li Nanfeng knew who might live there in the future. With this premise, the value of the house could be almost ignored.
His eyes fell on the boy's sparse eyebrows and he had to admit: "You really have foresight."
Jiang Chen smiled lightly: "Just good luck."
Li Nanfeng paused, glanced at Shi Fengyue on the side, and said sourly: "I understand, there are always some people who are exceptionally lucky, they make money on whatever they invest in, and they can get whatever they want."
Mo Xi couldn't help but interrupt: "You are so sour."
Li Nanfeng sighed softly, and a gloating smile appeared on his face. "I'm not jealous. It's not time for me to be jealous yet. Besides, I think some people are incompetent and incompetent. I don't know if I will be jealous in the future."
Mo Xi was confused: "Who can't?"
Two pillows flew in two directions, hitting Li Nanfeng and Mo Xi on the head respectively. The man on the sofa spoke lazily, warning: "You talk too much?"
Mo Xi shrank his neck, made a gesture of cutting his neck to Li Nanfeng, and mouthed: You disturbed his sleep.
Li Nanfeng rolled his eyes, threw the pillow aside, and mouthed slowly and clearly: Stupid, idiot.
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