Chapter 28
When Song Yin was complaining unconsciously, he once revealed three important pieces of information about Wen Yancheng.
One is that Wen Yancheng has the blood of Long Aotian, and his working ability is super strong. He is the most powerful man in the book. He is powerful every day, every night, in all kinds of ways, and super powerful.
(Narrator: At this time, Mu Qingliu was troubled by emotional apathy for many years, and did not understand how important the title of "powerful man" is to a real passionate man)
So the villain was not jealous at all, and even a little confused.
The second important information.
Wen Yancheng is indeed a bit miserable except for the part where he is the real young master, but this male protagonist is a bit lucky.
It can be said that as long as the male protagonist does business, there is no business that does not make a lot of money. To put it in an exaggerated way, even if Wen Yancheng does a lousy business, he can become the king of buying waste paper, waste iron, and waste wine bottles.
He puts his wife next to the male protagonist, absorbs more of the male protagonist's good luck and less of his own bad luck, which should be very helpful for his wife's recovery.
The third one is.
Wen Yancheng should have his own official match and will not have inappropriate feelings for other organisms.
Especially for small vegetative people.
Mu Qingliu is very relieved to entrust his wife to the protagonist's plot line.
Mu Qingliu silently repeated his calculations in his heart, and felt that Song Yin was humming softly in his arms, as if he was going to sigh.
So he stood up and said to Wen Yancheng, "The initial funds will arrive on time this afternoon. Xiaoyin's health is quite special. I will assign my personal secretary to assist you in recruiting people."
In fact, the briefing was - you just need to do the hard work, and my wife will help occasionally.
Wen Yancheng had no intention of calculating these. At this moment, he had the world in his eyes and the world in his heart. He wanted to do something big right away, like a bull with endless energy, and wanted to rush out of the fence and run towards a new future.
Mu Qingliu hugged Song Yin first to relieve himself.
The long corridor was glaring with sunlight.
A row of data updates was displayed in the sky.
["The Beautiful, Strong and Tragic Series: The Domineering Young Master is Long Aotian. In the bloody novel, the spoiled little girl actually ran away with her 108th baby." The plot has been seriously deviated, with the main plot deviating by 37%, the NPC plot deviating by 45%, and the villain plot advancing by 10. 】
Mu Qingliu's sensitivity has always been higher than that of ordinary people. He had a premonition that something was breaking through the sky. When he immediately turned his head to look, the phantom in the sky had faded to the point where it could not be seen clearly.
This was not the first time that Mu Qingliu helped Song Yin relieve himself. He found the key first step according to the map, completed the second part, and then took out the pink and tender third part.
Song Yin stammered, "Just let go... Just let go, I... I can do it myself."
Mu Qingliu had despised everyone in his life, except his wife, and asked seriously, "I help you every day, why are you so awkward today?"
Song Yin didn't know how to use a hearty tone to answer the embarrassing question. Without the cover of the heavy bangs, the blush on his face was clearly revealed.
[Are you stupid? ! ]
Song Yin's eyelashes trembled violently, "I think I can rely on myself in the future..."
[Ahhh, help! Big brother, can't you feel that the size of my thing is not right? ]
[Your fingers are so rough, my skin hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much, it hurts so much, it hurts, I feel like I can't pee! ! 】
Mu Qingliu usually peed as soon as he helped the little plant man to urinate, and he treated him as a tool. Today, his hand had been stuck here for
a long time, and the little plant man started to care about it. "Maybe you were with someone else just now, and you held it in for too long, producing a lot of antidiuretic, but this is not good."
Mu Qingliu rubbed his fingers, trying to help him regain his senses.
"Holding urine for too long is completely detrimental to your health, and in severe cases it can even lead to urinary system diseases."
"As the saying goes, 'Running water does not rot.'"
Song Yin stuttered, "I know that too...but..."
【But I suddenly had a very strange feeling, so don't rub it anymore. If you keep rubbing, my pipe might burst! ! 】
【Also, Mu Qingliu, can you see such a big pig head! 】
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Qingliu insisted that Song Yin had a problem with his urinary system, and went home to ask an expert to check it out. He was still a little worried, so he stood by and watched coldly.
Song Yin was so ashamed and angry that he refused to obey. The bubbles that spurted out quickly gathered into a dark cloud.
It's been a long time since I lost my temper.
Mu Qingliu picked up Song Yin and said calmly, "Get out of this ward quickly."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was already walking briskly, and the other doctors and nurses probably didn't even react.
The bubbles gathered above his head kept spinning into a gloomy vortex. The thunder shook the whole room. A bolt of lightning struck out, hitting the place where Mu Qingliu had just stood. Instantly, a big black hole exploded in the room, and thick smoke rolled out. Fortunately,
those who studied medicine were quick-witted and hid behind medical equipment, so no big mess was caused.
The little vegetative person complained
while being angry. [I can't talk well, do you think I'm easy to bully? ! ]
[I've been a vegetative person for so long, and that thing down there has always been just a decoration. I don't know why it suddenly became sentient! ]
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[Mu Qingliu, I hate you so much! ! 】9999+
Mu Qingliu's reaction to avoiding thunder was also very fast, fast and handsome.
Wen Yancheng recruited soldiers and horses very quickly, fast and handsome.
Song Yin took the opportunity of the husband's quarrel and finally got rid of the perverted Mu Qingliu for a few days and took the initiative to participate in the work of the new company.
Wen Yancheng is indeed a man of action and a planner with unique vision.
In fact, Wen Yancheng saw in his early years that artificial intelligence would be the core competitiveness of the future, and now many top companies have opened up their own artificial intelligence systems.
The other party's first open source of the underlying system will attract more and more companies to participate in the research and development of artificial intelligence-related fields from different dimensions. The purpose is to provide a benign and standardized symbiotic platform for the rapid iteration of new products and joint trial and error at the industry level.
Therefore, they must also use the other party's open source resources to conduct research and development in the two major directions of machine learning and scene application.
To this end, Wen Yancheng took the lead and focused on selecting and researching the entire industrial chain technology of machine vision, high-performance computing, big data analysis and intelligent hardware from 675 open source pilot projects.
In less than a month, seven floors of the ten-story office building were filled, and more than 3,000 computers were purchased.
Outstanding IT elites from major science and technology colleges gathered here and began a six-month long research and trial and error.
Wen Yancheng was doing very well, so Song Yin was naturally not someone who could sit back and relax.
In fact, Wen Yancheng originally looked down on Song Yin in his heart, thinking that the little vegetable was just an invisible termite that took advantage of her husband's favor to get in and reap the benefits.
One day, when he was holding a one-on-three meeting, the newly hired secretary trotted in and shouted, "Little President, Little President! Come and take a look!"
Wen Yancheng was very confused for a moment, thinking that there was a big president in this company?
It's not like he was going to dig and dig in a small garden!
Later he remembered that he was now calling Xiao Wen in front of the whole company, not Wen Yancheng.
Damn it.
Wen Yancheng warned the other three people from the engineering department to wait for him for five minutes, he would be back soon.
Then he followed the secretary to the top floor of the office building.
According to Mu Qingliu, the seventh and eighth floors of the office building were not suitable for the little vegetative person.
The sunlight on the top floor was good, which was very suitable for the little vegetative person to relax his body and mind.
The employees of the company's test department were divided into 103 groups. Song Yin was not the team leader, but followed a most inconspicuous group and accepted the simplest programming work.
There were 14 official members in Group 103. Every time they programmed a research project, they had to take the elevator to the 10th floor to find Song Yin.
The originally deserted 10th floor flat was now crowded with people.
Of course, in the space of several thousand square meters, the largest number was the giant complaining bubbles.
These complaining bubbles were the largest that Wen Yancheng had ever seen. Basically, forty or fifty of them were about to burst the tenth floor.
On each giant bubble, the program written carefully by Song Yin was clearly displayed.
Wen Yancheng also studied programming.
Which of the staff here can't write a program?
However, the program on the giant bubble was written in a simple and concise way, just solving the project that Team 103 got with the most perfect and simple formula!
The leader of Group 103 was an experienced old man in this regard. He pushed the most densely packed one out of many giant bubbles and panted to show it to Wen Yancheng.
"Little President, Little President, come and see."
Wen Yancheng remained silent, but his eyes were sharp as a torch, scanning every program formula row by row. It was indeed perfect.
"Enter the computer and try it."
Wen Yancheng still didn't quite believe in Song Yin's ability.
While a group of people were exclaiming, Mu Qingliu came to pick up his wife from work on time.
In fact, Song Yin basically only worked half a day. As soon as
Mu Qingliu's tall figure appeared, the crowded crowd immediately separated to the left and right, leaving the bright road to the big boss.
Mu Qingliu always dresses elegantly and solemnly. When he passed by Wenyan City, he just nodded slightly and didn't intend to communicate much.
Mu's eyes were all locked on the center of the giant bubble, quickly scanning his wife's work results.
As a mathematical genius, Mu Qingliu naturally knew what he was talking about. He squeezed into the center of the bubble little by little, and finally saw his lovely wife, lying in the center of the soft bed, muttering in her sexy lips.
"I... I think... it would be better if we use this."
Mu Qingliu knew that the big bubbles were blocking the messy sight, so he leaned over and gently pinched his wife's earlobe.
"Go home, workaholic."
Song Yin was concentrating and was startled by him. Immediately, more than a dozen bubbles of complaints exploded on the spot.
The programmers who were looking at the algorithm in high spirits cried out.
Song Yin stuttered, "Ah, so fast!"
Mu Qingliu picked him up and said, "You should go home and rest."
Song Yin heard his voice and pleaded, "I... I'm still a little short of it, I haven't figured it out yet."
"Leave it to others to think about it."
Mu Qingliu said this to the protagonist when he passed by Wenyan City.
Song Yin didn't know that he had already made the best solution, and he still felt that he was not perfect enough. He whispered, "In the evening, in the evening... Tell me more."
Mu Qingliu used the vegetative awakening method every night to read aloud to Song Yin for several hours of assembly language, discrete mathematics, and compilation principles.
Sometimes he could also participate in the discussion and summarize the key points.
Mu Qingliu said, "Okay."
Watching the two leave, many people were extremely envious, whispering that Song Yin was so lucky, how could she marry such an excellent prince like Mu Qingliu?
Wen Yancheng listened carefully, and when he looked at the two people, his eyes were inexplicably complicated.
The leader of Group 103 came to report with the final test data, panting.
"Little President, the algorithm is very good, no problem."
The leader of Group 103 shook his head embarrassedly, "Actually, I think Song Yin's personal ability is better than mine, and I want to recommend him to lead a group alone."
No need.
Wen Yancheng decisively interrupted this proposal.
"Song Yin is not suitable for the time being, so transfer him to Group 86 first and wait and see for a while."