My Outside Expression Is Different From My Inner Expression

The arguments from the room became more and more intense.

After a short while, a young man in a light-colored checked shirt and suit trousers came running out of the room, scanning the floor in an anxious manner.

When he saw that the papers he had just thrown out were in Li Qingzhou’s hands, he breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over, “Thank you, thank you, these are my things.”

However before he could get his hands on them, another person came out of the room.

–The man was about thirty-five years old, of medium height, slightly stout and of a fairly good appearance.

But his face was all but ruined by his arrogant and insolent bearing.

Jiang Daikun said disdainfully, “How dare you put anything in front of me? You really think I’m a scrap collector here, with all your research bullshit and unrealistic fantasies, and all your inter-generational …… stuff. “

“I’ll be damned. I’ll rather invest in a professional team than invest in you. Get lost! Don’t take up my time!”

Qiao Huanming clenched his fists, his expression angry and withdrawn, his body trembling lightly because of the emotional upheaval.

He gritted his teeth and said, “Mr. Jiang, I….”

Before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Daikun had already ignored him and looked behind him, with a little surprise and unexpectedness in his expression, “Why are you here?”

Li Qingzhou: “I came to eat.”

He didn’t expect to meet Jiang Biling’s brother at the Lan Yuan Clubhouse either.

The two of them barely met each other.

Jiang Daikun snorted, “What a coincidence.”

He gave Li Qingzhou a meaningful glance, not believing that he had come here just for dinner.

Li Qingzhou allowed him look at him without a change in his expression.

Qiao Huanming stood in the middle of the two men.

The anger and humiliation generated earlier hadn’t yet subsided, and he wanted to leave, but his important research materials were still being clutched in the hands of the gentleman behind him….

Qiao Huanming had no choice but to remain rigidly in place.

Fortunately, Li Qingzhou and Jiang Daikun were indifferent and had little to say to each other, not even a polite and distant exchange of pleasantries.

This ended with Jiang Daikun slamming the door with a snap.

Li Qingzhou saw the young man in front of him loosen his clenched fists, his shoulders collapsing in a moment of discouragement, his expression turning bleak.

Qiao Huanming thanked Li Qingzhou again and tried to reach for the information in his hand, but was dodged.

“AI technology in the automotive field…. Your name is Qiao Huanming? “

Li Qingzhou looked through the information, which had his name written on it.

He continued to look at the papers: “Remote start cars, intelligent recognition of speech and images, driverless technology…. you shouldn’t be able to do any of these with the current technology.”

The concept of driverless cars had long been around since the 1940s.

But realizing driverless technology in the envisaged period was far more difficult than expected, and by now even the theoretical knowledge on paper had not yet been perfected.

Qiao Huanming’s writings on ‘AI driving’, among other things, attracted a bit of interest from Li Qingzhou.

His attitude was good, without a trace of disdain or disbelief.

Qiao Huanming smiled bitterly and said, “Driverless technology is my last idea, I mainly study artificial intelligence …… “

He paused, but couldn’t resist saying more.

Perhaps it was the indifferent posture of the young man in front of him that gave him a desire to confide in him — a desire to talk. He started, “Artificial intelligence is the future.”

“AI technology research covers a wide range of fields, and cars are just one of the categories.”

“The concept of driverless cars that people have since come up with is based entirely on intelligent computing; without AI technology as an aid, driverless cars are only a pipe dream!”

Qiao Huanming wanted to prove that his concept wasn’t some unrealistic fantasy.

But right now people’s perception of AI was still limited to simple robot mode, crude recognition of images and text, and the inability to make voice distinctions….

In the automotive sector, there was still no room for AI.

If research was undertaken, it would require a huge investment of money and manpower…. If it didn’t achieve the desired results, then it was just like throwing money in the water without hearing a single echo.

This was why Jiang Daikun was so dismissive of the idea.

Qiao Huanming thought to himself ruefully — perhaps it wasn’t time yet, he would go back and think about it with his teacher….

“Leave your number.”

At Qiao Huanming’s stunned look, Li Qingzhou said, “Do you have a business card?”

“Yes, I have a business card….” Qiao Huanming took it out hurriedly, but looked hesitant.

Li Qingzhou took it straight away and asked Fang Xiyan to call him.

He said, “Just leave the information with me for now, I still have to look it over.”

“I don’t have time today, I’ll call you afterwards and we’ll talk about it.”

Qiao Huanming froze.

Li Qingzhou nodded gently, “I look forward to seeing you again.”

Qiao Huanming was almost back to his senses when the sound of the rolling wheelchair faded away.

He cupped the business card in his hand, a look of disbelief on his face looking as if he had suddenly been struck by thunder….

…………

Liu Bohuai’s room at the Lan Yuan Clubhouse was secluded, with a corridor lined with meeting rooms on one side and a small courtyard with a beautiful view on the other.

He watched the person he wanted to see being pushed from the other end of the corridor – ten meters, eight meters, five meters….

The bubble remained.

–The little man inside had changed his attire and was bouncing around in the same little suit and clutching a small red flower in his hand.

The two came a little closer, within three meters….

Liu Bohuai stopped abruptly, his eyes widening slightly – the person in front of him wasn’t speaking, but he heard a humming and singing sound….

It was cheerful and happy.

But the original person’s face was expressionless, gloomy and indifferent.