MTL - After Two Lifetimes I Was Reborn Back Inside A Book-Chapter 75 wear back seventy-fifth day

The two found a Hunan restaurant nearby for dinner.

It was time for dinner, and the restaurant was full of people. The waiter took Jiang Chen and Shi Fengyue through the lively hall, went to a booth with a separate space, poured tea and handed over the menu, and left. The sizzling fireworks downstairs and the strong aroma of fried Hunan dishes penetrated into the slit-slit carved wooden window. Jiang Chen sniffed, looked at the menu and said, "That smells delicious just now, I don't know what it is. .”

Shi Fengyue ticked two dishes: "Chili Stir-fried Pork and Dry Pot Frog."

Jiang Chen raised his eyes: "Can you smell it?"

"Li Nanfeng likes this Hunan cuisine very much."

"Then I'll just order these two dishes." Jiang Chen put down the menu: "You can order some more dishes you like."

Shi Fengyue checked a few more items on the menu, called the waiter, and handed the menu to her.

While waiting for the dishes, 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 had designed a facial recognition system himself, and suddenly became interested: "Listen! Brother Li said that you seldom design programs by yourself after you went to college, why would you suddenly want to make a facial recognition system at that time."

Shi Fengyue lightly sneered: "If I don't answer, will you only owe me three meals?"

Jiang Chen smiled, raised his hand and shook it: "It's still five meals, but you owe me one too."

The reason why you can eat a meal after answering a question can be traced back to more than a month ago, when Jiang Chen came out of the laboratory that day, just when he met Li Nanfeng, Feng Yue was chatting with the main researcher of the adjacent laboratory in the tea room, At that time, the topic they were talking about was holographic technology. Seeing Jiang Chen passing by, Li Nanfeng brought him into the topic together.

Originally, this conversation could only be regarded as a light academic exchange between tea and coffee. However, as the topic became more professional, the different opinions of the three gradually sparked a small dispute. Peace, became more intense when there was no opinion again. The three of them held their own opinions, and they didn't agree with the other two.

Among the three people who insisted on their own opinions, the main researcher of the laboratory next door graduated from a top prestigious school in country A. Before coming to Reed Smith, he had researched holographic technology for fifteen years. The current research and development project is holographic technology. The understanding of holographic technology is absolute in this world. He can be called an expert; Jiang Chen majored in holography in his freshman year in his last 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; when Shi Fengyue was fifteen years old, he used special material technology to invent a new medium that can use light refraction to reproduce a scene in a certain period of time under a fixed air density, and thus gained a lot of knowledge. The second patent besides the high-coverage military GPS, this medium he named "Mirage" is an indispensable material for the development of holographic technology.

The three of them were quite incompatible with each other, and the atmosphere in the tea room quickly changed from a tea party to an intense academic discussion. Li Nanfeng couldn't understand a word, and couldn't even get in. But as the boss, he had to end this impossible situation. Arguments for unanimous results.

Therefore, he took advantage of the authority of the boss and proposed a method: three people ask questions related to holography to the person on their left in turn, and whoever can't answer first will withdraw from the discussion first, and the last person left can ask the other two to ask questions. He eats a meal.

Li Nanfeng's method is not easy to use. The rules he set are only allowed to ask questions and not allowed to intervene in his own opinions. From the beginning, re-conflicts have been avoided. Only allowed to ask questions in the professional field can convince the loser's heart. The last invitation to dinner is to define this dispute as a discussion among friends, and it will not hurt the peace in the end.

The person who asked the first question was Jiang Chen. To his left was Shi Fengyue, and to Shi Fengyue's left was the main researcher of the laboratory next door. After rounds of questions and answers, the three of them hardly got stuck. It is very clear that professional questions are difficult to stump the other two, and they both began to extend other professional questions in the computer field.

The computer field is extensive, and the researcher next door who quit first, Jiang Chen and Shi Fengyue are evenly matched. Shi Fengyue has covered a wide range of fields, and there are almost no questions he can't answer. As a researcher, the depth of his knowledge in the computer field is unparalleled, so Shi Fengyue lost.

Shi Fengyue owed Jiang Chen a meal, and he paid it back at noon the next day. But every subsequent discussion followed this rule. No matter what the reason was, the person who was finally asked would owe the other party a meal.

At the beginning, Shi Fengyue and Jiang Chen's discussions were limited to computers, and Jiang Chen had never lost in computer discussions. However, as the two gradually got closer, the topics were no longer limited to computers, but involved various topics. fields and even all sorts of weird issues.

For example, Jiang Chen owed Shi Fengyue the first meal 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 are used to it. Be prepared to ask for an extra meal when the other person throws a question.

"The facial recognition system was developed at the time because He Qianjian was special to you."

Jiang Chen didn't expect this to be the reason, and a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

Shi Fengyue's long eyelashes were half-down, his index finger tapped on the table, and his tone was inexplicable: "The first time I met He Qianjian was at his ten-year-old birthday party. At that time, he surprised everyone with a piece of piano music. Exactly copied my fingering."

"What's even more interesting is that on his twelfth birthday, he once again perfectly copied Wallair's violin skills. Not only the skills, but even the habit of touching the bow after a piece by Wallair is exactly the same."

"He Qianjian used to be the most interesting person I've ever met." The sound of knuckles hitting the solid wood tabletop stopped, and Shi Fengyue raised his eyes and smiled lightly: "He is full of contradictions all over his body, but he doesn't show the slightest bit to catch people's attention." The flaws in living, except you."

Jiang Chen's eyes moved slightly: "That's why you designed the facial recognition system to investigate my relationship with the He family."

Shi Fengyue tapped the desktop 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. What He Qianjian has done speaks for itself." Chen's eyes were on the same level: "I'm curious, how did you and He Qianjian know their identities?"

Jiang Chen didn't look away, and said with a faint smile, "What did you find out?"

Shi Fengyue stared at him quietly for a moment, then said lazily, "I didn't check."

Jiang Chen: "Why?"

Shi Fengyue understated it, and leaned back: "You don't like me doing this, do you?"

Jiang Chen froze for a moment, his heart seemed to be brushed by something light and light, and it disappeared before he had time to feel it. His fingers curled up for this fleeting novelty.

Boom boom boom.

The waiter pushed open the door and entered, and the dishes were quietly served and then exited, leaving only the strong aroma lingering in the nostrils.

Jiang Chen picked up the chopsticks, and when he saw the dishes on the table, he paused: "You ordered 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 too much, 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 filled a bowl of meatball soup and handed it to Jiang Chen, with a faint smile in his eyes: "Who did you learn the habit of drinking soup before eating?"

"My dad, my grandparents are from the south." Jiang Chen thought for a while and said, "Do you prefer Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine? I found that you have a sweet tooth."

Shi Fengyue paused with his chopsticks, and the smile on the corner of his mouth faded a bit: "I have to eat for hypoglycemia."

Jiang Chen remembered that Li Nanfeng had said that Shi Fengyue was in poor health when he was a child. He thought about it and asked, "Then what do you like to eat?"

Shi Fengyue: "You want to know?"

Seeing Jiang Chen nodding, Shi Fengyue chuckled lightly: "I'm not picky about food, I'll eat anything."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I remember Brother Li also said that you were very picky about eating when you were young."

"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 is not much difference."

Jiang Chen picked up a fish with chopsticks and put it in the bowl of Shifeng Yue: "Try this."

Shi Feng Yue put it into his mouth, chewed it slowly a few times, and swallowed it.

"Is it tasty?"

"good to eat."

Jiang Chen picked up another piece of fried pork with his chopsticks: "Try this again."

After Shi Fengyue finished eating, he still replied the same: "It's delicious."

Jiang Chen was curious: "Which one do you think is tastier?"

"It's all delicious."

Jiang Chen thought for a while, picked up a chopstick of light vegetables and put them in the Shifeng Yue bowl.

Shi Fengyue: "It's also delicious."

Jiang Chen paused, thinking to himself that Shi Fengyue really didn't seem to be picky about food.

Seeing Jiang Chen stop, Shi Fengyue raised his chin: "I want to eat fish."

Jiang Chen subconsciously picked up a chopstick for him, and Shi Fengyue continued: "The dry pot frog looks very good."

Jiang Chen, "Isn't that in front of you?"

Shi Fengyue: "I still want to eat fish."

Jiang Chen: "Take it yourself."

…

After the two of them had dinner, they returned to Li Nanfeng's office only to find 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 coming in, he sat up in a jerk, said hello, and rushed to the farthest place from them.

Jiang Chen glanced at Moxi who was sitting in the corner and looked 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 lazily said: "Leave him alone."

Jiang Chen looked away, saw Shi Fengyue looking like he was going to sleep at any time, and reminded: "Sleeping right after eating is not good for the stomach."

Shi Fengyue closed his eyes: "Twenty minutes from the hotel to Lide."

Jiang Chen was speechless, turned to look at Li Nanfeng, just about to say something when the phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, he raised his eyebrows lightly.

"Manager Chen?"

"today?"

"OK, thanks."

Seeing Jiang Chen's expression changed, Li Nanfeng closed the notebook, curious: "What's wrong?"

"I bought a house in Wugu Village before." Jiang Chen pursed his lips and said, "The document for the development of the 5A scenic area has come down today."

Li Nanfeng received the news last night, but the development of Wugu Village was kept a secret before, and it was too late for him to get involved now, and even if he wanted to keep a house for himself, he was veiledly rejected . Unexpectedly, Jiang Chen actually had a house there. Li Nanfeng knew who might live there in the future. With this premise, the value of the house could be ignored.

His eyes fell on the young man's sparse eyebrows, and he had to be convinced: "You really have the foresight."

Jiang Chen smiled slightly: "It's just luck."

Li Nanfeng paused, glanced at Shi Fengyue at one side, and said sourly: "I understand, there are always some people who are exceptionally lucky, earn what they invest, and get what they want."

Moxi couldn't help interjecting: "You are so sour."

Li Nanfeng clicked his tongue lightly, thinking of something, and a gloating smile floated on his face: "I'm not sour, it's not yet time for me to be sour, and I think some people can't do anything, can I be sour in the future?" It’s hard to say.”

Moxi didn't understand, so he asked, "Who can't?"

The two pillows flew in two directions and hit Li Nanfeng and Moxi respectively. The man on the sofa had a lazy voice and warned: "You talk a lot?"

Moxi shrank his neck, cut Li Nanfeng's neck, and mouthed: "It made him fall asleep because of the noise."

Li Nanfeng rolled his eyes, threw the pillow to the side, mouthed slowly and clearly: stupid, crazy.

The author has something to say: Jiang Chen: What are you talking about? I can't understand a word.