Judging from the voice, the customer should be a female, working in a company doing data analysis. Lingzhi didn't need to speak anyway, he took notes on paper with a pen while listening, and wrote down questions from time to time so that he could discuss it with the customer later.
Ten minutes later, the customer finished speaking and automatically hung up the phone. Lingzhi recalled what the customer had just said and was about to type to continue discussing the details. At this time, a sweet voice interrupted his thoughts:
"Well, senior brother, what are you busy with?"
Ling Zhi shuddered and turned to look over. Han Qingyue was sitting there at some point. She still looked dignified, with her hands clasped together on her thighs and looking at them with a smile.
Lexus.
"Um, classmate Han, when did you come? I'm sorry, I didn't notice it. What's the matter?"
Han Qingyue's smile did not change and she said:
"I just sat down and saw that senior brother seemed to be on the phone, so I didn't bother you. I have nothing to do, so I just wanted to talk to senior brother about the project. I'm not in a hurry. Senior brother, you go ahead."
Ling Zhi originally thought that if Han Qingyue's matter could be resolved quickly, she would not be in a hurry to reply to the customer. However, since she said she wanted to chat "casually", the conversation could not be finished in a short while, and it would be too long for the customer to wait.
It won't be long, after all, they just finished the phone call and must be waiting for their opinion.
Ling Zhi smiled apologetically at Han Qingyue and said:
"Well, I do have something to deal with here. It's not good to make people wait for too long. I'll talk to you after I finish it, okay?"
"Well, it doesn't matter. Senior brother, you are busy first."
Ling Zhi turned his head and continued to communicate with the customer. Gradually, he roughly settled on his idea.
"That is to say, if a company encounters a special event, the impact of this event will last for 4 years. If another special event occurs within these 4 years, it will be postponed for another four years. The final statistics of the impact of the special event will have an impact on
?"
"Yes, that's what it means. You understand it very well."
"Oh, that's good. Just wait a moment. I'll draw a picture to make the example you gave concrete. See if what you want to express is the same as what I understand. Just wait a moment. You can
You can do other things first."
"Oh well."
Lexus created a new ppt and drew 15 squares. Each square represents a year. In years with special events and the following four years, the corresponding grids are marked black. In this way, 5 lines are marked. Against the background of black and white,
It is clear at a glance which company had a special event happen first and which one happened later.
After finishing the painting, he looked quite satisfied and was about to send it to the client. Suddenly he felt a strand of hair scratching near his face. Ling Zhi turned his head suddenly and tilted his head back at the same time.
Han Qingyue was seen quietly staring at Ling Zhi's computer, thoughtfully.
"Uh, classmate Han, I thought you were leaving first. You don't have to wait for me here. You can do your own thing first."
Ling Zhi scratched his head in embarrassment and subconsciously moved towards the edge of the chair away from Han Qingyue.
Han Qingyue put away her focused eyes, the previous smile disappeared from her face, turned to stare at Ling Zhi, and said:
"Brother, you have clearly communicated with others, why are you still drawing pictures? Isn't it a waste of time?"
How can this be a waste of time? Lexus smiled and patiently explained to the school girl:
"In fact, it is not a waste of time. Although I have understood what the customer meant, I have not applied it to a specific instance, so I want to visualize the case given by the customer so that I can confirm whether I have understood it wrong."
"But according to my observation, senior brother should have understood correctly. By the way, is this person a client of senior brother? This is also part of scientific research, right?"
"Um, no, no, this is just my private matter. I usually make some extra money when I have nothing to do, haha. Don't imitate me, just concentrate on imitating yours."
Ling Zhi's mood was a little complicated. The school girl in front of him was observant, but at the same time she didn't read his WeChat chat history without his permission. But she couldn't be blamed for this. She was chatting with the big screen open, could it be possible that others could shut it down?
If you are afraid of revealing your privacy, please use your mobile phone to chat.
"Oh, that's it. Then how much can senior brother earn from this client?"
Well, this is just talking about money transactions nakedly. Speaking of which, Ling Zhi took orders in his spare time and never told anyone around him except Zhao Shiyan and his roommates. And when it came to the specific issue of how much money he earned per order, it was even more
He had never talked about it with anyone else. So he resisted a little, thought about it, and said:
"Actually, it's not much money, just the cost of a meal. Haha, don't care, don't care."
However, the school girl didn't seem to let Ling Zhi go. She closed her eyes and seemed to be thinking about something. Seeing that she had no intention of leaving, Ling Zhi didn't urge her, but he didn't intend to continue typing on the keyboard. After a while, the school girl opened her eyes,
said:
"Senior brother, after including the communication costs and the coding costs estimated by me, I can only earn an average of about 7 yuan per hour, which is far lower than the hourly wages of working-class people. Is it really worth it?"
Well, Ling Zhi really hasn't thought about this problem. He doesn't know how the junior girl calculated it, and he doesn't know whether the junior girl did the calculation purely by the way, or implicitly advised him not to waste time. After a moment of silence, he explained
:
"Maybe you are right. What I do is of little significance. It neither allows me to learn new technologies nor brings me enough benefits, but..."
Ling Zhi paused and continued:
"But I never regret doing these things. Every order I take, no matter how small the profit is, as long as it is within my ability, I will try my best to do a good job for the customer. On the one hand, I feel that when I am needed,
I will feel happy. On the other hand, if I provide good service to every customer, the probability of them coming back will be very high. For example, this customer came to find me again."
The school girl put a smile on her face again, and seemed to understand the reason why Ling Zhi did this, and said:
"So that's it. Thank you, senior brother. I understand."
Ling Zhi prevented the school girl from asking any more strange questions, and lost no time in interjecting:
"Well, by the way, how did you read the book on emotional analysis recently? Do you have any questions?"
"Oh, in that book, I saw the five basic elements of sentiment analysis, which is..."
Han Qingyue slowly talked about his recent learning results. Ling Zhi listened for a while and knew that the school girl had just read the basic part. After Han Qingyue finished speaking, he nodded and said:
"Well, it's not bad. I've read so much content in such a short time. Are you more interested in this direction?"
"Hmm...I don't know either, but I think I can continue in this direction."
"That's good. You might as well find some latest relevant papers and try to reproduce 1-2 of them. Maybe you will have new ideas for the direction of innovation?"
"Well, thank you, senior brother, for your suggestion."
"Okay, oh, I have to reply to the customer quickly. I can't let them wait for too long. Let's talk next time, okay."
"Okay, sorry for disturbing senior brother."
"No no."
Ling Zhi turned his head, concentrated on chatting with the customer about the remaining details, and then started coding work. On the other side that he did not see, Han Qingyue sat silently in his seat, staring at the blackened computer screen in front of him,
There was no movement for a long time. After a long time, she seemed to be murmuring:
"There is an error in the analysis..."
…
On Friday evening, near Nanjing Normal University, Ling Zhi stood outside the door of the newly opened golf club, thoughtful. A few hours ago, Ling Zhi made an appointment with Zhao Shiyan to play ball near Nanjing Normal University in the evening, and Zhao Shiyan said that their
The group meeting has been rescheduled to the evening, so we may have to go later, so Ling Zhi can go get a seat first.
Ling Zhi thought it was nothing, and was about to agree, but then Zhao Shiyan said, if possible, please ask Brother Xu, who saved the field that day, to go over and play with him for a while. It would be better if Uncle Li could go. Because she was in a bad mood that day.
I didn't have time to say hello to these two, so I wanted to take this opportunity to say thank you.
Although Ling Zhi knew Uncle Li, he did not take the initiative to ask for Uncle Li's contact information. After explaining the situation to Zhao Shiyan, he then made an appointment with Xu Dongyang to go to the new ball room and expressed the hope that Uncle Li could come too.
Of course the eldest brother readily agreed, but he was not sure whether Lao Li could come. It would depend on whether Lao Li could make time. Lingzhi stood in front of the door and looked at the words "Xingyu Billiards" and the shining projector lights.
The brand-new signboard is shining brightly, and next to it is an event advertising sign with "Big Opening Offer". It should be the store that Uncle Li was talking about.
Ling Zhi walked in and found that the place occupies a very large area. He counted them carefully and found that there were 3 nine-ball tables, 12 Chinese-style tables, and 2 English-style tables, with all types of balls available.
Moreover, Chinese table tennis tables are supported by six pillars, not the four pillars in "8 Good Youth".
The wall next to it is covered with posters of football stars, including Ding Junhui, O'Sullivan and Trump.
Although it was still early at this time, the Chinese table was already occupied. Ling Zhi hesitated for a moment and then went to the front desk to open an English table. It had been a long time since he had practiced on the big table, so he wanted to practice his basic skills again.
The counter opened a large table for him, Ling Zhi randomly selected a club, stood in front of the tee line, and started his practice again.
Usually he needs to practice dozens of shots on the Chinese table before he can continuously let the white ball hit the club and hit the club head. But today he felt good and achieved his goal in just a few shots. So he came to the middle pocket and
Start hitting the blue ball in the center of the table.
First practice the fixed stick. After exerting force, the blue ball goes into the bag and the white ball stays in place. Then practice high stick and low stick respectively, letting the white ball follow up and fall into the bag, and it goes surprisingly smoothly.
Maybe it's because it's been raining lightly in Huacheng this week. Although it didn't rain much today, the air in Huacheng is still very humid at this time. From time to time, I see golfers around me rubbing their clubs with their hands, trying to get the ball.
The rod is a bit smoother.
However, Ling Zhi felt that the club he was holding did not have much sluggishness, and the stroke was extremely smooth. Moreover, under Zhao Shiyan's previous suggestions, his stroke movement became much more stable, and there was basically no inward turning.
"I came quite early. There is no small platform, right?"
Ling Zhi turned around and saw that his elder brother had arrived as promised. As he spoke, he put the club box in his hand on the table and took out the clubs.
"Yeah, but it's okay, I'll practice on the big stage this time."
"Well, it's okay, the big stage is the big stage. Eh? Didn't you bring your own pole today?"
"Oh, um... my rod is over there with my friend, the girl you saw with me that day. She should bring it over soon."
The eldest brother was stunned for a moment, but then he showed a meaningful smile and said:
"Oh? That's it. She was so protective of you that day, and you even gave her a club. I thought you guys were... haha, but judging from your tone, I shouldn't have reached that stage yet."
"Well, we are just ordinary friends, brother, don't get me wrong."
"It's okay, I understand, young people..."
"Well, brother, I'll open it first."
Ling Zhi interrupted Xu Dongyang's words and couldn't wait to place the white ball in the teeing area and hit the red ball. Xu Dongyang smiled and said nothing.
However, because Lingzhi was too panicked when he started the ball, the red ball was quite loose, but the white ball failed to return to the kick-off line, giving Xu Dongyang many opportunities.
Generally, when a professional player tees off, after hitting the edge of the red ball pile under the pink ball, he will use an n-shaped 4-bank to return to the top of the ball, which is considered a standard tee-off line.
It's not that Ling Zhi didn't know, it was just that he drove in a hurry and the white ball didn't spin, which was different from the route he expected.
Then the two of them went back and forth, scoring each other, and sometimes being unlucky and being penalized. However, since the two of them played English billiards less often, they didn't have much time to connect, and most of the time they would stop after scoring a few points.
attack.
"Oh, I'm so anxious about playing this ball. I can't get it in."
"Haha, I'm about the same. But I feel that at least the position I hit today is about the same thickness as I expected. It's just that the separation angle is still not very accurate."
The two laughed and complained to each other. After a few sets, they both paused the game and began to pick a half table to practice simple balls to find the feeling of separation angle.
I don't know how long it took, but they suddenly heard a burst of noise. They turned around and saw a group of people gathered around a Chinese eight-ball table, talking about something.