C Language Cultivation

Jiang Lian not only choked, but also choked extremely fiercely. For a moment, the room could only hear him coughing, and Lin Xun was afraid that he would be here.

He went to the back of Jianglian: "Brother Jiang, don't be excited."

Brother Jiang had coughed for five minutes before finally relieving.

"Sorry." Only Jiang Lian said.

Lin Xun: "It's alright, Brother Jiang is just fine."

Jiang Lian slowly turned his face to his side, the movement was stiff, just like a patient with cervical spondylosis.

Jiang Lian: "What did you just say?"

"I said... can't we solve this problem." Lin Xun: "Let's go to find a foreign aid and find Dongshen."

Jiang Lian frowned and looked a little erratic.

"Actually, I wanted to ask." He only listened to him: "What the **** are you doing?"

Lin Xun pulled out the graduation certificates of the three of them from the drawer, and a paper version of the graduation thesis: "We really do the procedures seriously."

Jiang Lian's average look was plain, with single eyelids and slightly thinning hair, all of which made his eyes small. But at this time, his little eyes were greatly puzzled.

"Do you... have any problems?" He said: "It's weird... Do you need to go to the psychiatry?"

"We are not mentally ill." Lin Xun denounced, thinking of a series of bizarre things that Jiang Lian encountered here, trying his best to explain: "It's just our Huo TCM doctor upstairs, his temper is very strange, old man, do it often Strange thing. This morning’s coffin is not a coffin. Inside is the medicine that Lao Huo will use."

As soon as he spoke, he wished he had to lose his tongue.

But when Jiang Lian suddenly got up from the sofa and looked at them, his lips were trembling, for a long time, he sighed out: "He... used the things in the coffin as medicine? Then the epilepsy pills I took..."

Lin Xun's eyes were sharp, and he looked at the screen of his mobile phone to call up the interface for making a call, and was eager to touch the edge of the 110.

Wang Jianping quickly got up to save the scene and helped Jiang Lian to sit down again: "This... Brother Jiang, he can't talk about the algorithm. But we are definitely a serious company and have a record."

Zhao Jianshi added: "We are really formal, there are four shareholders, three of us, and Dongjun counts one, brother Jiang, if you want, we will give you a little share."

Lin Xun looked at Jiang Lian and glanced at himself, and then looked at the yellow ghost symbol stuck on the door panel with transparent glue. The hand to dial 110 was replaced by 120.

He looked darker and darker and said, "No, Brother Jiang, we have no delusions, we are quite normal."

"Dongjun?" Jiang Lian shook his hand holding the phone.

Lin Xun understands that the matter has come to this point and is irretrievable, foreseeing that he will lose Jiang Lian, a valuable programmer.

Five days ago, he did not expect the word "Dongjun" to appear in his life.

The current scene is like two high school students solving a problem together, one of them will not, the other says: "I ask Hua Luogeng."

Thinking wildly about the countermeasures, Wang Jianjing suddenly put his mobile phone in front of him.

Requesting a video call, the other party: male god.

Lin Xun: "..."

Wang Jing'an, you are really a smart ghost, and smart is the most clever.

He whispered but quickly to Luo Shendao: "Connect to the computer."

Immediately after that, the computer screen flashed and switched to the video interface.

Wang safety is really dare to dial.

The key is that Dongjun really took it.

Lin Xun took out the headphones from the charging box, and just raised his head, he met Dongjun's gaze in the screen.

Looking at the background is the office, today Dongjun is wearing a very simple white shirt, the frame is the one with fine gold edges, and the lens does not harm his beauty at all.

The Dongjun in the white shirt and the Dongjun in the black shirt, and the Dongjun in the full suit, have subtle differences in temperament. In the case of the white shirt, the aggressiveness is weaker, but it is just elegant.

In the headset, Dongjun said: "What's wrong?"

The voice was quite gentle, and didn't seem to be bothered by accident at all.

...

"A little problem..." Lin Xun said: "Are you busy now?"

"Not busy." Dong Jun said: "Can't the program run?"

Lin Xun: "Yes."

Dongjun's words are simple: "Take the file."

A second later, Lin Xun received a file package here. He clicks to install and run, it is a remote control software. After running, Dongjun can control his own computer from there.

Lin Xun let go of the mouse and said to Dongjun: "The one in the glax, the two items that are open now are incompatible, although each can run."

"Look."

Lin Xun looked at the upper right corner of the screen, Dong Jun over the video slightly lowered his eyelashes, very focused, and tapped his fingers gently on the keyboard.

His program began to scroll, it was Dongjun looking at the code and comments.

Dongjun saw it very fast, probably at a speed of twenty lines at a glance, and occasionally repaired him a little bit of minutiae errors, even aligning the places that were not aligned, sliding the braces without line breaks.

Think about it too, the language glax... was originally developed by Dongjun. Looking at the glax code, it is probably as easy as reading a native language by yourself.

Dongjun stopped.

An ugly comment was written next to the stopped piece of code.

Don't move, I don't know what it does, but deleting it will result in bubsp; he heard Dongjun chuckling.

He: "I wrote..."

"It's a problem of the compiler itself," Dong Jun: "glax released a new version in September, which has been fixed."

Lin Xun: "Well, but I haven't seen anyone mention it."

Dongjun: "No one usually writes code like this."

Lin Xun: "..."

Dongjun continued to look at the code. In the process, Wang Jianjing silently leaned over from the left, staring at the screen, and Jiang Lian silently leaned over from the right, staring at the screen.

And Zhao Jie lost his best position, opened a different path, leaned out of his head, and stared at the screen.

Lin Xun silently removed the headphones and switched to speaker mode.

Dongjun Road: "Tell me about the algorithm."

Lin Xun flipped through the draft paper and glanced at the whiteboard again, saying to Dongjun: "The first half of the first module told you a little bit."

"I remember, talk about the second module."

He cut to the second.

Lin Xun started to talk.

In fact, the core idea is very simple, as long as the math is good enough, the communication efficiency will have a qualitative leap.

It only takes twenty minutes to finish the core algorithm.

Dongjun remained silent for three seconds.

"Did you find out," three seconds later, he said lightly: "The level of programming of this code cannot perfectly implement your algorithm."

Lin Xun: "... I edited it."

Dongjun: "Can see."

Zhao Jian behind Lin Xun laughed.

"In order to realize the function, you changed some logic, such as here," Dongjun marked out a section of more than two hundred lines of code, and then cut to another module, marking another section: "There is a conflict at the bottom."

"It's not the only place." Dong Jun cut back and continued to look down.

Forty minutes later, a total of five places were marked.

Lin Xun: "...I see. I'll change it."

"Do you want to change it yourself?" Dong Jun said: "It may take a long time."

Lin Xun squeezed the mouse anxiously: "I work hard."

"No," Dongjun said: "I have a short meeting at ten o'clock and I will send you the code at noon."

Lin Xun was stunned by the sudden happiness: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Dongjun operated the remote software, copied a code file, and disconnected the remote.

His eyes turned: "Are all three of you members?"

Lin Xun: "Yes."

Dongjun: "Happy cooperation."

Lin Xun: "You have worked hard."

He wanted Dongjun to be so proficient in operation, in the end...how many people had found bugs, while thinking about how to thank him, whether he should give a gift, or something else, he listened to Dongjun indifferently said: "Do not force yourself write the code."

Lin Xun: "..."

He: "Can I understand that you are criticizing me?"

Dong Jun in the video seemed to smile a little: "It doesn't mean that."

He seems to have looked at the time in the upper right corner of the computer: "I should go, I have a chance to talk again."

Lin Xun: "Okay, you are busy."

Communication hangs up.

Lin Xun wanted to lean back on the sofa, but he leaned on the architecture.

"This Dongjun is different from my imagination." Wang Safe said.

Zhao Jianji sighed: "What's that model?"

Wang Safety: "What's the dress crown?"

Lin Xun: "?"

He: "Dongjun is pretty common sense, pay attention to your wording."

Lin Xun looked at Jiang Lian.

Jiang Lian's eyes were empty, and his nerves seemed weak.

He: "Brother Jiang, we are indeed a serious company."

"I believe it," Jiang Lian said, "but I have a question."

Lin Xun: "You speak."

Jiang Lian: "If so, why would you hire me?"

Wang Jianjing: "Cough, in fact we don't always have Dongjun to help, we are just the second room he raised outside, Dongjun will only help us with some specific..."

Before he finished, Jiang Lian: "So I am a spare tire."

Zhao Jianji: "You are a language genius."

Jiang Lian leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes, as if he had completely lost his dream: "I only know that I am being used as a spare tire by the goddess, I don't know..."

It turned out that Brother Jiang was actually a man who had been hurt.

In this world, there are many people who are hurt by love, but there are few programmers who are hurt by love. Most of them have no prerequisites for injury.

Zhao Jianjiu patted him on the shoulder: "Long thought, Brother Jiang, Dongjun's spare tire, Dongjun."

Brother Jiang thought: "You are right."

——On this day, Jiang Lian's efficiency suddenly improved.