bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 146 The Change of Haizhou
"In a country with a single king, hard work leads to many disasters."

"If you have a solid warehouse, you will know etiquette; if you have enough food and clothing, you will know honor and disgrace."

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It was seven years ago that "Queyin" was launched.

Haizhou.

The weather was hot and humid, and the air was full of the unique fishy smell of the seaside. The road in the distance seemed to be beating and twisting under the hot sun.

Zhong Sheng stood on a high platform under the shade of a sunshade umbrella. From here, he could see the entire port of Haizhou.

He was wearing a full set of armor, a black iron helmet, and a red seal pattern, staring at the port.

Parked in the harbor are dozens of orderly ships, complete with sails and oars, and the hulls are inlaid with tidal stones, so that the ships can dash forward flexibly and swiftly in the water.

Spiritual root, or source of law, or something else - when there is an extraordinary person with one enemy against one hundred, all wars will be more focused on the individual rather than a wide range, so such ships are used for chasing and approaching, It has no other weapons.

As for those strong men who can fly into the sky and ignore land and water, they naturally do not belong to this battlefield.

This is just a problem of pirates-water pirates harassing fishing boats and merchant ships, that's all.

At that time, he was the lieutenant of the Jingbu Department of Simeng State Army Division, Zhong Sheng.

This was the second day after he arrived in Haizhou, he never thought that he would come to Haizhou, let alone why the soldiers of the National Army Division stationed here couldn't even wipe out the water bandits.

"My lord, please use it."

An orderly who was also wearing the armor of a soldier brought a silver plate with melons and fruits exuding cold air. In such a hot air, the cold air that slowly fell on the table was like fairy dew, which made people yearn for it.

Unlike Zhong Sheng, the orderly was obviously very hot, his forehead was already covered with sweat, and the clothes in the simplified armor should have been drenched with sweat.

Zhong Sheng looked down at him: "Sent from Siyang?"

The orderly nodded.

"How many melons and fruits did you send?"

"Master Baobuwei, there are sixty catties of cold melons and forty pots of sweet ice dew, which can be enjoyed by the adults stationed in Haizhou. If there are any shortages, they will be transported from Siyang immediately."

"Hmph, luck here..."

Zhong Sheng read a sentence in a low voice, and smiled disdainfully: "Don't bring it here to be an eyesore, open the pot for all the ice dew, cut off all the cold melons, and all the soldiers who are about to board the boat can enjoy it, hurry up!" go!"

"Yes!"

The orderly stood up straight with his legs together, turned around and left without delay.

Zhong Sheng looked at the soldiers he had brought over, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Master Buwei, I received a letter from the young master last night, please read it."

Another person presented a letter, Zhong Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly, took the letter, opened it, and murmured:
"My lord father, I respect you..."

But he just casually glanced at it twice, then kneaded it into a ball in his hand, frowning and squeezed it in his hand.

"My lord, is the young master already in the palace?"

Behind Zhong Sheng, a guard who seemed to be much closer to him lowered his head slightly and asked.

He nodded silently, and casually threw the crumpled letter paper towards the guard. The guard flicked his wrist lightly, and fired a tongue of fire, burning the paper ball into ashes in mid-air.

This is a rule.

A rule that Zhong Sheng doesn't like very much.

Anyone who leads an army to leave the capital must send all his wives, sons-in-law and family members to the palace, and they will not be taken back home from the palace until this person returns from the expedition.

These people are the emperor's hostages, a simple and undisguised check and balance.

Such rules are naturally to avoid the occurrence of rebellion to the greatest extent.

And Zhong Sheng thought that the young His Highness was guarding against his rebellion, which in itself was an insult.

So naturally he doesn't like this rule.

And the so-called family letter sent by his son Zhong Lilin naturally didn't carry any thoughts, it just told Zhong Sheng in the letter that he had entered the palace, implying that he had to be careful.

There is no need to read such letters.

"My lord, the twelve forward warships are ready and waiting for your orders at any time!"

Only then did Zhong Sheng show a smile with a winning ticket in his hands, and he raised his hand and shook it in the distance: "Let's go!"

This is no longer the time to patrol and ambush to catch a few water thieves.

This is the time to rush forward with a large army and crush the pirates in one go!
"don't want--!"

With an exclamation, Zhong Lilin suddenly sat up from the bed, stretched out his hand and shook it forward.

In front of him was an empty bed curtain, and some dim morning light shone into the room, making everything deserted.

The absurd yet familiar dream that has been happening seven years ago until now.

Zhong Lilin gasped for a while, got up from the bed, lightly rang the small bell on the wall twice, and a servant knocked on the door and brought in the clothes he wanted to change.

Burn incense, comb hair, change clothes, and make tea.

"My lord, please use some tea, drinking tea without eating will hurt your health."

When the servant said so, Zhong Lilin shook his head, picked up the teacup and blew a few sips, then drank it down.

"Have your hat ready?"

he asked thoughtfully.

The servant nodded again and again: "The court clothes and top hats are all ready. After you rest, the slave will change your clothes for you."

"Put it on now."

"Yes."

Zhong Lilin stood up and spread his arms, staring out the window in a daze.

The servants put on the lining for him, put on the aviary robe, and sealed a two-fist wide belt around his waist. After wearing a set of court clothes, he respectfully presented a wooden plate with both hands.

It was brocade silk, and on the silk was an official hat quietly placed.

Zhong Lilin stared at the official hat for a while, then solemnly stretched out his hand and put it on his head.

How long has this hat been officially worn?

"grown ups."

The servant took back the wooden tray, looked at the neatly dressed Zhong Lilin respectfully and carefully, and said in a low voice, "Today, is His Highness really going to court today?"

Zhong Lilin sighed softly, turned his head to look at the gradually brightening sky outside the window, and nodded slowly.

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"I don't understand what you mean."

Huang Ziwen was sitting in an office of Queyin Wenchuang Company. In front of him were two company representatives in expensive suits, who must be relatively high-level figures.

One of them coughed lightly and said: "You have signed a non-disclosure agreement, let's make it clear that you have been away from your previous employer for a while, and we want to give you a job with a good salary , what else do you not know?"

Huang Ziwen looked at the two people and frowned: "You said you want me to study the background, legend, and culture of the game Queyin?"

He took a sip of the lemonade in the paper cup in front of him, smashed it and said, "This is your game, aren't these all set by you?"

The two men in suits looked at each other, and said awkwardly:

"We... it's not all set by us."

"Not at all?"

"Yes."

A man in a suit nodded: "The characters and plots of the game "Queyin" are all generated by AI. In contrast, the code base formed by artificial intelligence is relatively closed, and only has the permission to read and call the game server. We...we want to study more about the extent to which this AI has learned autonomously, and see if it can play other roles besides making games."

Huang Ziwen couldn't believe it, he stammered: "Then, can't you directly read and call the data from the server?"

"That way we can only read the final data returned by AI, but there is no way to study what logic it relies on to return these data."

The man in the suit pushed his glasses: "Mr. Huang Ziwen, I must remind you that even if you don't cooperate with us, according to the previous confidentiality clause, you must not disclose our current conversation to a third party in any form, otherwise you will be in the dark. Reserve the right to hold you accountable."

Huang Ziwen was stunned for a moment, he didn't think about anything confidential at all, he was completely shocked by what the other party said.

What does it mean?
Means, this game is not made by humans, but made by AI itself?
What kind of AI is this in science fiction?

"Isn't this AI also made by you? Isn't it okay to open your so-called closed code base according to the underlying logic of AI's original production?"

The expressions of the two men in suits became serious in an instant: "Mr. Huang, it seems that you are not interested in our proposal, so unfortunately, we can only..."

"Don't, don't, I'll do it, I'll do it!"

(End of this chapter)