Chapter 211 The First Step of Artificial Intelligence! New Year's Eve 2012!
Qipan Street, an alley with white walls and black tiles.
A branch of yellow plum poked out from the low wall and hung above Wang Ziyan's head, and the air was filled with a faint floral fragrance.
Chen Yansen's answer was crude and straightforward, yet it was also somewhat intimate.
"You speak so rudely, you must not have a girlfriend." Wang Ziyan's lips turned down, with the word "unhappy" written on her face, and she said in a firm tone.
"Little brat, what do you know? Here, here is the top-of-the-line version of Orange C2."
Chen Yansen sneered and took out a palm-sized box from his bag and threw it to her.
"Thank you, Brother Yansen. I wish you make tens of millions a month. My parents and my brother are at home. You can go directly there."
Wang Ziyan's eyebrows curved into crescent shapes and she said with a smile.
Monthly income of tens of millions?
Who are you cursing?
Chen Yansen's face darkened and he reached out to take the thing back.
Wang Ziyan dodged backwards and ran forward sideways, leaving behind only a fiery red silhouette and a clear laughter like a silver bell falling to the ground.
This girl has grown up a lot!
Chen Yansen smiled faintly and commented secretly in his heart.
Then he continued walking deeper into the alley along the bluestone road, which was a bit rough on his feet.
Not long after, I saw a bare locust tree standing in the cold wind, and next to it was a persimmon tree.
The gate to Wang Zihao's house was open. Although there was a door between them, one could still hear rustling noises from inside the house.
Chen Yansen didn't say hello, he walked into the yard and pushed open the door. He saw an octagonal table in the living room. Wang Zhanjun and Wang Zihao were busy setting the table. Wen Shumei, wearing an apron, was walking out of the kitchen with a bowl of chicken soup dumplings.
"Huh? Xiaosen, why are you here?" Wen Shumei was stunned for a moment, then a big smile appeared on her face. She quickly put down the dishes, wiped her hands with an apron, and then pulled Chen Yansen to sit down.
"Brother Sen, let's have dinner at my house tonight," Wang Zihao suggested.
"No, I just came to see Uncle Wang and Aunt Wen. We have ordered a New Year's Eve dinner at Juhongsheng tonight, and I have to eat with Lao Chen."
Chen Yansen waved his hand and refused directly.
Wang Zihao agreed when he heard this. He couldn't let Uncle Chen spend New Year's Eve alone.
"It seems that Lao Chen's cooking skills have not improved."
Wang Zhanjun joked while making tea for Chen Yansen.
He remembered that when Chen Yansen was a child, his little mouth was as sweet as honey, and he often chased Wen Shumei and praised her: "Auntie Wen, your cooking is so delicious, can I come again tomorrow?"
The couple looked at each other, thinking that this kid was addicted to free meals. Later they found out that Chen Yansen ate all three meals a day at fast food restaurants.
Firstly, the relationship between father and son was strained; secondly, Chen Guobin’s cooking skills were indeed unsatisfactory.
This meal has been going on for six or seven years!
After Chen Guobin found out about this, he wanted to pay Wang Zhanjun a sum of food expenses every month.
But in Wang Zhanjun's view, it was just a matter of a few more pairs of chopsticks. Chen Yansen and Wang Zihao had been best friends since childhood. Once the money was collected, their relationship would change.
At first, Wen Shumei was not happy about it. After all, this little brat was eating her out of money. Although Chen Yansen was small, he had a big appetite.
But after Wang Zihao went to college and started a business with Chen Yansen, the unhappiness in her heart had long since disappeared.
Now my son is the director of Pinbei, managing a dozen subordinates. He earns 50,000 to 60,000 yuan a month. Including the quarterly bonuses four times a year, he can easily earn more than 1 million yuan a year.
Wen Shumei knew clearly that this was all thanks to Chen Yansen.
"Uncle Wang, Aunt Wen, I brought some new products from the company, and I'm going to have to trouble you to help me check them."
Chen Yansen put the gift bag on the table and said seriously.
"You are getting more and more cunning. If you want to give me a gift, then just give it to me. Are you afraid that I won't accept it?"
Wang Zhanjun shook his head and without being polite to Chen Yansen, he took out two mobile phones, a lighter and a box of cosmetics from his bag.
Wen Shumei subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Wang Zhanjun glared at her. In the end, she could only sigh helplessly, took the new phone and cosmetics, and thanked Chen Yansen: "Xiao Sen, you must come tomorrow. Aunt Wen will make you beef hot pot."
Wang Zhanjun casually put the lighter into his pocket, never expecting that this most inconspicuous little gadget would cost as much as 18,000 yuan.
At this time, Wang Ziyan came in carrying a bag of solid alcohol.
"Uncle Wang, it's getting late. I'll go back first." Seeing this, Chen Yansen stood up and said goodbye.
The local New Year’s Eve dinner in Chunshen usually starts at five or six o’clock. After the meal, the adults play mahjong and the children go out to set off fireworks.
At the same time, he also realized that if the small hot pot had not been short of fuel, the prince's family might have eaten half of their New Year's Eve dinner.
Wang Zhanjun nodded slightly, without any false politeness, and directly asked Wang Zihao to send him out.
"Brother Sen, I have booked a KTV room tonight. In addition to the big sister, there are six high school classmates. Do you want to join us?"
Wang Zihao asked when they reached the alley.
"No need, just have fun." Chen Yansen waved his hand, sat in the back seat of the Bentley, and told Xiao Li to go back to the family area of the Salt Company to pick up Lao Chen.
Sitting in the car, Chen Yansen couldn't help but think back to his previous life. Every New Year's Eve, he would at most call Lao Chen.
Then randomly choose a female friend to spend the Spring Festival with him.
The silver Bentley sped all the way towards West City.
at the same time.
The Kuaipao riders in Luzhou are still traveling through the streets and alleys, busy delivering food to customers.
As the Spring Festival was approaching, the event team planned a special event for New Year’s Eve dinner. Most of the participating businesses were chain restaurants. Who would have thought that the effect was so surprisingly good.
Originally, only 200 riders were scheduled to place orders online today, but before five o'clock, all the participating restaurants were flooded with orders.
In this city of more than seven million people, there are more migrant workers who are unable to go home for the New Year than Pei Yi imagined.
So Xia Xiangyu urgently gathered more than 100 riders, which eased the pressure of order delivery.
Li Zhou was one of them. He wrapped himself tightly. Although the weather outside was cold, his heart was hot.
The Kuapao rider who went online today not only received a 500 yuan overtime allowance, but also a series of rewards for rushing orders. He glanced at the screen of his mobile phone and saw a total of 37 orders, with an income of 592 yuan, and the unit price was reduced to 16 yuan.
If I work all night, I can make 1,000 yuan! Li Zhou grinned and rode his electric bike to Luzhou Taitai to pick up the food.
The other side.
Chen Yansen accompanied Lao Chen to finish the New Year’s Eve dinner, and then asked Xiao Li to send him back to the community.
He went into a hotel and booked an executive suite on the top floor. Standing in front of the glass curtain wall, he took out his cell phone and called Song Yuncheng.
"What should I do if I can't sleep without you?"
Chen Yansen asked softly with a wicked smile on his face.
"Boss Chen, you're so old, but you still haven't learned to sleep alone?" Song Yuncheng asked back.
"Come and keep me company." Chen Yansen went straight to the point.
"I can't leave. I can't tell my aunt that I have to go to the boss's room on New Year's Eve to report to him about my work, right?"
Song Yuncheng joked with a smile.
"You are so smart, you will definitely find an excuse. I will wait for you at the hotel."
After Chen Yansen finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
"Beep, beep, beep--" Song Yuncheng's face froze when he heard the busy tone in the microphone, and he was so angry that his teeth were itching.
This guy is totally unreasonable! Lujiang and Chunshen are more than 100 kilometers apart, and it takes two hours to get there by highway.
But after thinking about it, she turned around and went into the main hall, and said to her aunt and uncle, "Han Xue has invited me and a few classmates to play mahjong together. If it ends too late, I will sleep at her house."
Han Xue was Song Yuncheng's high school classmate, and her aunt knew it, but in her impression, Song Yuncheng rarely played mahjong, let alone played it all night long.
The aunt thought about it for a moment. Although she felt it was a little strange, she didn't say anything. She just reminded him, "It's cold outside. Wear an extra layer of clothes and don't get cold."
After hearing this, Song Yuncheng couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, then took the car keys and went out.
"Xiao Chengzi has changed so much." The aunt looked at Song Yuncheng's back and couldn't help but sigh.
"Xiao Chengzi's luck has turned good. She has an excellent boyfriend. He is only 20 years old, and he is the boss of an e-commerce company and the president of a technology company. He is worth tens of billions."
The brother-in-law picked up the teacup, took a sip, and agreed with a smile.
"Xiao Chengzi has done a great job herself. She has been selling phone cards and visiting clients with Chen Yansen. Which business deal was not negotiated by her with great effort?"
The sister-in-law glanced at her husband and retorted.
"Yes, yes, you are right." The son-in-law smiled and did not argue with his wife.
Song Yuncheng walked out of the door, pressed the unlock button, and got into the driver's seat of the Aston Martin Rapide.
Before the holiday, Chen Yansen gave her the car keys and asked her to keep them and drive them at home.
At first she didn't understand Chen Yansen's intention, but when she drove the car back to Lujiang, she clearly felt the changes in her relatives and friends.
In fact, Song Yuncheng felt very upset. Four years ago, after something happened in his family, except for his aunt who was willing to take care of him and his brother, other relatives avoided them as much as possible.
So, even though she has made money now, she didn't buy a bottle of wine or a pack of cigarettes to visit those "uncles, aunts and cousins".
The highway was extremely deserted late at night. Sometimes, there was not a single car to be seen for more than ten minutes.
Before ten o'clock, Song Yuncheng arrived in Chunshen.
"Master, come down and pick me up." Song Yuncheng parked the car and walked into the hotel lobby.
Chen Yansen received the text message, put down his computer, and took the elevator to the first floor.
"Did you miss me?" Song Yuncheng pursed his lips, a blush appeared on his fair face, and asked with a smile.
"Guess." Chen Yansen said calmly.
"You called me and I came over. Can't I hear a word I want to hear?"
Song Yuncheng pouted and looked at Chen Yansen pitifully.
"Okay, you're a lot bolder now. You dare to ask the boss for something, right?"
Chen Yansen raised his hand and tapped Song Yuncheng on the head.
Song Yuncheng immediately grimaced in pain. This bastard Chen Yansen had such great strength in his hands.
"Chen Baopi." Song Yuncheng cursed in a low voice.
"I'll take you to meet my mother tomorrow." Chen Yansen walked straight into the elevator and said casually.
Song Yuncheng hurriedly chased after her, unable to suppress the smile on his face, and boldly asked, "Has Mengjie been there too?"
"Her? Of course not."
Chen Yansen tells the truth.
"Well, okay." Song Yuncheng pulled Chen Yansen's arm and nodded obediently.
Back in the room, Chen Yansen walked to his desk and sat down, his fingers tapping on the keyboard rapidly.
"What is this?" Song Yuncheng asked curiously.
“A code framework for a voice recognition tool. I plan to build a smart voice assistant into the next generation of Orange phones.”
Chen Yansen replied.
"Similar to Siri?" Song Yuncheng asked as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"Almost, but I think CMU Sphinx is not easy to use, especially the low recognition accuracy, low training efficiency, and lack of a visual operation interface, so I thought about developing it myself."
While Chen Yansen was speaking, his hands did not stop moving.
Seeing Song Yuncheng's puzzled expression, he added: "CMU Sphinx is an open source speech recognition tool that is mainly used to process voice and text data."
"You know so much." A look of admiration flashed in Song Yuncheng's eyes.
"Of course the more postures you know, the better." Chen Yansen smiled slightly, quickly finished the design work of the model structure, then closed the computer and walked to the bathroom holding Song Yuncheng.
The next morning.
Chen Yansen took Song Yuncheng to Beishan.
"So your mother is so beautiful, but Uncle Chen..." Song Yuncheng burned incense respectfully, and after seeing Liang Huizhen's photo, he was full of doubts.
"When Lao Chen was young, he looked a bit like me. Now that he's older and doesn't take care of his appearance, he looks sloppy and decadent."
Chen Yansen said with a smile.
"No wonder Uncle Chen always kicked you when you were a child. I guess there was a reason for every kick." Song Yuncheng covered his mouth and laughed.
Chen Yansen rolled his eyes and ignored her. He looked at the tombstone and asked in his heart, "Mom, what do you think of this? If you are satisfied, please send it to your son in a dream."
Song Yuncheng stayed in Chunshen until ten o'clock, and then rushed back to Lujiang without stopping.
In the next few days, Chen Yansen stayed in the hotel and continued to improve the acoustic, convolutional neural network, deep neural network and recurrent neural network models of the speech recognition tool.
He is only responsible for building the framework system, and the specific details will be handed over to graduates from Huazhong University of Science and Technology, Luzhou University of Technology and Hui'an University of Technology.
Generally speaking, it is difficult for one person to independently complete the development of a speech recognition tool because he or she must master the speech signal processing technology as well as be proficient in programming languages and algorithm models.
But Chen Yansen had already accumulated a lot of relevant technical reserves. What others saw as complex and highly comprehensive R&D tasks were only of elementary difficulty to him.
By January 27, the development of this speech recognition tool named "Yuxi" had completed the construction of the overall framework.
But it is still a long way from going online.
The core function of a speech recognition tool is to convert voice signals into text information, but this requires a large amount of data support.
In order to recognize speech of different genders, ages, dialects, speaking speeds, as well as speech recorded in different environments, massive amounts of speech data are required, and only after accurate text annotation can the training model be started.
Today's "language analysis" is just an empty shell.
(End of this chapter)
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