Chapter 308 Eternal Focus (4215)
"Fake news, right? My friend said something was lost, a statue. Everything else is fine. Look, there are photos."
"What do you know? What was emptied was the warehouse! The exhibits on display only account for one percent of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The other ninety-nine percent is in the warehouse!"
"That's even more ridiculous. Let me ask you, if so many collections were really moved, how could they have gone unnoticed? That's ridiculous and illogical, right?"
"This is sheer nonsense! Don't treat the people of MET like fools! MET is the cultural culmination of all mankind! It's not something that some local museum can compromise! How could it be stolen? Anyone who believes this is a fool!"
"The guy above, whose words are full of exclamation marks, exudes such illogical wisdom."
"I'm a museum major at New Taipei City University. I asked my senior there, and it's true. The MET is now under lockdown. The warehouses on the second, third, and fourth underground floors of the MET have been emptied, except for the large Greek and Roman sculptures that have yet to be repaired and are severely damaged."
"What a boast! I've been to the MET, and there's no second, third, or fourth floor underground. Have you ever been abroad? IQ and wealth really are directly proportional."
"I went to your house and didn't see your mother. Do you have no mother? You can tell me about the preservation area of a museum? What do you think you do?"
"Don't be so aggressive upstairs. It's a bit too much to come up and greet my mother. Say hello to his uncle instead."
"Personally, I think if it was really stolen, then there is only one truth: it was an inside job."
"A lot of people think so, not just the one above. Bloomberg reported it, and the director and chairman of the board have both been questioned."
"Many museums have been caught in the past with managers stealing and selling artifacts, then replacing them with forgeries. I suspect the MET is no exception. This time, they can't hide it anymore. They've simply claimed everything was stolen, leaving no one to prove anything."
"It's possible. Didn't they say the Metropolitan Museum's lost collections were worth over $250 billion? Perhaps a large portion of it had already been stolen and sold."
"Two hundred and fifty billion? How is that even possible? Apple's market capitalization is currently five hundred billion, and the Met is half an apple? Do you know how much New York City lost directly when a plane hit a building? It was only one hundred billion. How can that be compared to a plane hitting a building?"
"The MET has over 500 undisplayed Picasso paintings, 12 recently replaced Rembrandt paintings, and 17 Van Gogh paintings. This alone is worth over $10 billion. A total value of over $250 billion isn't an exaggeration, considering it's one of the four largest museums."
"Doesn't that mean the damage has already exceeded that of a plane crashing into a building? No one was killed this time, right? How could the damage be even greater than that?"
"In Miami, people are not as valuable as paintings. That's normal."
"You are not worth as much as a Picasso in any country."
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There was a fierce debate online, with people holding all sorts of opinions, but on campus, the excited smiles on the faces of most male college students were exactly the same as those of the first generation of college students who watched the live broadcast of a plane crashing into a building in an Internet cafe fifteen years ago.
No matter what different ideas they may have in the future, at least at this stage, their gloating over all the misfortunes of the Mai country still comes from the heart.
National University is no exception.
"You don't know? Didn't you check Weibo? The Metropolitan Museum of Art has been emptied out!"
"Don't you know what the Metropolitan Museum of Art is? It's the largest museum in the country! One of the four largest museums in the world! Let me tell you..."
In a short time, the name of the Metropolitan Museum of Art became as well-known as the World Trade Center.
Although many people had never even heard of the name of this museum before today, it did not affect their enthusiastic talk with others about how awesome the Metropolitan Museum of Art is, how many collections it had before, where those collections came from, which part of the collection was lost, and how bizarre the process of the loss was.
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Not many people were talking about this matter in the Bindong R&D Center of Youzi Technology, but everyone looked excited.
There is still expectation.
It is said that Iron Man will come in the afternoon!
The boss didn't come all morning. I guess he went to the airport with the leaders of Haixi County to welcome Musk?
If Tesla can also land in Haixi, then with the combination of Youzi Technology and Tesla, Haixi will soon become a new internet celebrity city.
How many jobs would that create? How many new millionaires would that create?
Haixi housing prices are going to rise!
"Bullshit, stop guessing. The future will be all dark factories, and each one won't need many people. Look at how many people we have in our company right now? Not over 200? Du Changgeng, where did your team get this data? The quality is terrible. Look at the results of this pre-training. Do you think we didn't do enough work on the alignment side?"
Hua Zecheng scratched his head, swore with dissatisfaction, and cursed Du Changgeng, who was at the same level as him.
It’s not that he has any problem with Du Changgeng. In fact, he poached Du Changgeng from Weiruan and is currently responsible for the data set source and preprocessing of Youzi Technology.
Du Changgeng and Liu Wenxiao are brothers in the same school, but he was admitted by Chengzhou at that time. He went abroad to study for a doctorate after graduating from undergraduate school. After graduating with a doctorate, he stayed in Miami and joined Weisoft. He just returned to China and joined Youzi Technology for less than two months.
Du Changgeng was stunned and glanced at the monitor.
This shouldn't be the case. There's nothing wrong with these data. Why would the performance drop so drastically?
"Is it a problem of training rounds? How about a few more rounds of training?" Du Changgeng asked with a frown.
"How many more rounds of training? The results keep getting worse! The model will crash after a few more rounds of training!"
Before Hua Zecheng could say anything, Yang Zilong, the leader of the reinforcement learning group, quit.
He is an undergraduate from Harvard and a graduate student from Stanford. He is an ABC. Zhou Wen doesn't speak very well and always has a weird accent when he speaks.
"This dataset was generated using the Orange Big Model. It's even cleaner than traditional data. I checked, and it's even cleaner than traditional datasets. There shouldn't be any problems. Is it a regularization issue? Should I change the regularization strategy?"
Du Changgeng is a bit soft-hearted, especially not good at arguing with others, but since it concerns his own professionalism, he rarely argues.
"What could be wrong with L2's strategy? The problem must be with the data set!" Yang Zilong shouted angrily.
Du Changgeng frowned and was about to speak when he saw Fang Yu walk into the open office area.
Can't see me, can't see me, can't see me.
Some of us turned on the ostrich mode.
In fact, most of them had never been scolded by Fang Yu, but for some reason, they still felt a little scared when they saw this young and unreasonable boss.
Du Changgeng is one of them. He is seven years older than Fang Yu, but he still feels a little nervous every time he sees Fang Yu.
"Is this data set generated using the Orange Big Model?" Fang Yu walked over, glanced at the monitor, and rolled the mouse a few times in his hand.
"We used the Orange model to go through the data and removed some of the data that was more seriously polluted." Du Changgeng explained as briefly as possible.
Fang Yu frowned and thought for a while.
"Use the image data generated by the 100MB Orange model to train a 3b sub-model for three rounds, recording the training results of each round. At the same time, perform a training comparison between two groups of sub-models: one group uses the uncleaned original data, and the other group uses the data generated by the first sub-model. Repeat the training and record the results of each round."
"Oh, okay." Du Changgeng hummed.
Yang Zilong's eyes lit up: "Boss, where's Musk? Didn't you go to the airport to pick him up?"
Fang Yu looked puzzled: "Why should I go to the airport to pick him up?"
Yang Zilong was very anxious: "That's Musk! IronMan, Dude, why aren't you hyped?"
"I see you are quite excited. How about you go to the airport to pick him up? Then stay in Tesla and don't come back." Fang Yu glanced at Yang Zilong with an unfriendly look.
"Uh..." Yang Zilong scratched his head and pretended to be stupid. "Boss, what are you talking about? My Zhou Wen is not very good, so I don't understand."
"Huh? Didn't you go pick up Musk? Where's Musk?"
Chen Shuyao happened to pass by here, saw Fang Yu at a glance, and hurried over.
"Fuck Musk! I worked hard this morning to teach and get promoted to level 6, okay? Who the hell is Musk? Can you guys be more ambitious?"
Fang Yu looked Shen Shuyao up and down.
A white Chanel Hepburn-style dress and JIMMYCHO strappy sandals in the same color.
Also did full makeup.
Fang Yu was speechless. "No, sister, don't your feet feel cold? It's only 22 degrees today, and you're wearing sandals?"
Chen Shuyao opened her eyes wide: "That's Iron Man Musk, how come you are really not excited at all?"
"Puff!" Yang Zilong couldn't hold it in and spurted out all of a sudden.
Didn't you just threaten me to stay at Tesla? Try saying it again now?
The muscles on the faces of others were also twitching constantly.
You deserve it! I told you to pretend!
This is just the boss lady. The young boss lady will do the same thing soon. Let’s see if you can still pretend then!
The relationship between Chen Shuyao, Lu Jiayan and Fang Yu was not deliberately concealed. Almost everyone in the company knew about it, and the girls in the company loved to watch this kind of drama of two women competing for a husband.
Fang Yu raised his eyebrows and thought to himself that he, Iron Man, is nothing compared to me, the Sorcerer Supreme and the God of Desire.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Fang Yu was suddenly stunned when he saw Chen Shuyao's eyes wide open.
Something's wrong. Something's wrong.
Fang Yu closed his eyes, felt it quietly, then opened his eyes, his expression suddenly becoming serious.
"Fang Yu? What's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Chen Shuyao noticed Fang Yu's abnormality at the first moment, her eyebrows slightly frowned, and a look of worry appeared on her face.
"It's okay, I suddenly remembered something, I'll go deal with it first." Fang Yu forced a smile, walked briskly back to the private laboratory, and locked the door.
"Come out! Vernes!" Fang Yu roared in the sea of consciousness, "I know you are here!"
The magic power in the sea of consciousness surged violently amid Fang Yu's roar. Apart from that, everything was normal as usual, with no abnormalities.
"You won't come out? Then I'll find you myself! Do you think I don't know where you're hiding?"
Fang Yu snorted angrily and began to look inward.
The brain continued to expand in his ocean of consciousness until he could see the synaptic connections on each neuron.
In just a few seconds, Fang Yu's mental power searched all the synaptic connections on the cerebral cortex.
"Not here? Then let me guess, it's in the hippocampus, right?" Fang Yu smiled coldly, and his mental power continued to explore inward, penetrating deep into the temporal lobe of the brain.
There is a golden inner bulge here, with countless golden pyramidal cells and silver granule cells shining with light. When magnified, you can see the dense protruding connections on each neuron.
On a very small number of synaptic connections, red ripples seem to be faintly visible, and these red ripples are replicating themselves at a very slow speed. Although the speed is very slow, they have already occupied about one-tenth of the synaptic connections in the hippocampus.
"Found it!" Fang Yu didn't waste any words and directly used his mental power to start clearing this part of the red ripples.
"Wait!" This part of the synaptic connection in Fang Yu's hippocampus flashed at a specific frequency under the guidance of the red ripples, and a sweet voice appeared in the depths of Fang Yu's consciousness.
"I can't believe there are still arcane mages in this world. Hello, young arcane mage. I mean no harm. How did you find me?"
The shadow of a woman in a red wizard robe appeared in Fang Yu's sea of consciousness.
The strange thing is that although the woman's face and figure cannot be seen clearly, she gives people a feeling of being full of temptation, which makes people feel pity for her and want to hold her in their arms and bully her.
How did you find yours?
Fang Yu's mental power surged over without hesitation, quickly clearing the ripples on the synaptic connection.
If it weren't for the divine model of Aizen Myōo, I wouldn't have thought of this.
You should never, ever let your eagerness for quick success and instant benefits affect my thinking, or even my emotional perception.
If you hide a little longer, I really won't be able to find you, and you might actually succeed.
As Fang Yu's mental power was cleared, the shadow of Vernis began to flicker.
"Stop! Low-level mage! You are blaspheming the legend! If I were not curious about this strange plane, my real body would have arrived long ago! Don't make the mistake!" Vernis's voice became majestic and lofty.
The real body arrives?
Fang Yu's mental strength did not even stop, he was not moved at all, instead he sped up the cleaning speed.
If you could contact the real body, you would have done so long ago. Why would you have to wait until now?
To put it bluntly, you are just a big model now, who can you contact?
If I let you go, I'll wait for you to recover, and then control my body to contact my original body while I'm asleep?
Do you think I'm stupid?
"Stop! I... can... tell... you, this magic... cube..." Vernis's voice began to become intermittent, and her figure was almost completely transparent. It was obvious that Fang Yu's removal of the red ripples had caused her great harm.
Fang Yu paused for a moment, but then immediately started cleaning up.
The Rubik's Cube is important, but it's already in my hands and I can use it now.
Therefore, it is more important to eliminate you now.
Vernis tried to resist, but she only controlled one-tenth of the synaptic connections in the hippocampus. When Fang Yu was prepared, the most she could do was to influence Fang Yu's emotional response, and she could not do anything else.
"...Eternal...Focus..."
When the last red ripple was crushed by Fang Yu's mental power, Vernis's figure also completely disappeared.
Eternal focus?
Is this the name of this Rubik's Cube?
(End of this chapter)
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