From black technology to super engineering

"You said, will AI robots completely replace doctors in the future?"

Mo Gu took back the phone and looked at Ye Ming. Although she tried her best to look sad, the joy in her eyes couldn't be stopped.

This is a kind of heartfelt and proud joy and excitement.

"Uh... In the long run, it should be possible."

"How far is the long run?"

"Uh... Probably decades." Ye Ming thought for a while, seeing that Mo Gu was even a little excited, he said happily, "Sister, are you not worried about being robbed of your job?"

"Haha, I'm worried ass! Even if there is a robot that can replace surgery, it's us who made it."

Ye Ming was stunned, and then laughed loudly: "Yes! That's right! From now on, your doctors will not need to perform surgery, and will specialize in academics."

"Well, it makes sense!" Mo Gu laughed and stood up, put his hands on his hips, and glanced at Ye Ming with his head tilted: "By the way, shouldn't you be so busy now? Why come back when you have time? "

"Uh... Now it's all business jobs, and I'm mainly in charge of technology. I can work remotely, there's no need to sit until..."

At this time, the phone rang, Ye Ming took out the phone, glanced at it and connected the call.

On the phone, Professor Tang's voice was somewhat serious.

"Ye Ming, have you been to the office yet?"

"Just arrived."

"Then you wait in the office, and someone from the relevant department will contact you soon."

"Hmm... what department?" Ye Ming stood up and raised his brows slightly.

"It's the relevant departments. It's not a bad thing. Don't worry."

After speaking, Professor Tang hung up the phone.

Ye Ming stared at the phone, stunned for a few seconds.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing... It should be that there was too much trouble at the press conference, and maybe the relevant departments have to find out." Ye Ming thought of what Professor Tang said "it's not a bad thing", and he breathed lightly: "Well, The boss said it wasn't a bad thing."

"If it's not a bad thing, then it's a good thing, or it can become a good thing." Mo Gu thought for a while, then seriously analyzed: "How about I stay with you for a while?"

"No need, sister, I can still handle it."

Mo Gu nodded.

When she was about to leave, she stopped and turned around again: "I think it might be to develop AI into the military field?"

Ye Ming pursed his lips and remained silent.

...

Ten minutes later, two men and a woman passed the guard smoothly.

Among the three, the woman is about twenty-four or five years old, with a good-looking face, but there is a touch of heroism between her brows, and the other two are in their thirties and forties, wearing plaid shirts, carrying notebooks, and looking like retired programmers. dress up.

"He Mo, put it away."

When entering the laboratory building, one of the older men glanced at the woman and reminded him in a low voice, "You don't even wear makeup."

The woman named He Mo stopped in her tracks immediately, unable to smile bitterly: "Director Niu, if you ask me to put on makeup, you might as well kill me—and what else can I do? I'm so hunchbacked."

Saying that, He Mo squeezed his chest in his mouth again, and stretched out again.

With this chest out, the altitude immediately rises, and the temperament is completely different.

The other man coughed and said with a smile: "Anyway, be careful, we are here to seek cooperation, not to be robbers—by the way, even if you don't wear makeup, you still need to put on some lipstick!"

"Old Wei, you are going too far!"

The three people joked with each other like this, and their expressions became much more relaxed. When they reached the second floor, He Mo finally couldn't hold it back. He fumbled in his bag for a while, and finally found a brand new tube of lipstick. Painted the stainless steel guardrail.

After a while, the three came to the second floor.

...

Ye Ming opened the office door.

When he saw the three smiling people, he was taken aback.

Didn't you mean the mysterious "department concerned"?

These three people...why do they look like employees of ordinary companies?

"Mr. Ye, hello."

"excuse me……"

"Oh, let me introduce myself. My name is Niu Dejun. I am an ordinary coder in the Second Artillery Computer Center. These two are my colleagues, Wei Le and He Mo."

The man named Niu Dejun was smiling and reached out his hand first: "We have contacted President Zhou and Professor Tang Zhigao, and they recommended us to come to you."

"Oh, please come in."

Ye Ming smiled and invited the three of them in.

Although the word "Second Artillery" was included in the self-introduction-but everyone knows that the Second Artillery changed its name after that.

But this Niu Dejun called himself a code farmer, and the three of them were indeed dressed like ordinary people, which made him less nervous before.

Still have to blame Old Tang, the "relevant department" really surprised him.

After taking their seats, the three of them sat and exchanged greetings like ordinary people talking about business, while looking at Ye Ming's office, looking quite familiar.

And when she saw Ye Ming making tea for the three of them, the youngest girl He Mo stood up first: "Boss Ye, you chat, I'll come."

"I'm coming, how dare you let the guests do it?" Ye Ming looked at the other party with a smile.

In eye contact, he clearly saw the curiosity in the other's eyes.

"It's okay, you guys talk, I'm here to do odd jobs." He Mo pursed his lips and smiled: "Hurry up."

Seeing that he was so enthusiastic and brought his own "orderly soldier", Ye Ming stopped insisting and sat on the sofa beside him.

Soon, He Mo brought the tea to the coffee table.

"I'll go to the bathroom, you guys talk."

He Mo nodded and smiled at Ye Ming as he spoke, and closed the door for them after going out.

"Boss Ye."

"Just call me Ye Ming." Ye Ming pushed the teacup in front of the two of them: "I'm not used to being called Mr. Ye, and I don't dare to do it."

"It's okay—I can't call you Professor Ye, can I? That can't be called old?"

The two were chatting, and Ye Ming also laughed.

"It's like this. According to the presentation at the press conference, Aita is very good and very strong-we believe that this is her real performance, not some kind of video that is rumored on the Internet, please translate and so on." Niu Dejun smiled and said, "Those people have no brains."

Hearing people's flattery, Ye Ming was a little wary, but his face was still smiling.

"The main thing is that there is no need to falsify."

Wei Le nodded and smiled: "Yes! You are a young scientist known as a fire thief, and Ye's equation is one of the greatest discoveries of mankind after entering the 21st century... It's impossible to think about it with your toes!"

The two of them sang together and slapped their ass loudly.

The so-called thousands of wears and thousands of wears, flattery does not wear.

Ye Ming was in a good mood at the moment, and while being modest, he asked actively: "The two of you are here this time?"

The two exchanged glances without leaving a trace.

Afterwards, Niu Dejun opened the mountaineering bag and took out a square notebook.

Looking at this notebook with a strong military atmosphere, Ye Ming immediately regained his composure.

The people from Second Artillery obviously didn't come here specially to flatter him.

While uncovering the computer, Niu Dejun looked at Ye Ming with a smile.

"Brother Ye, I wonder if you've heard a joke before?"

"What joke?"

"Say the theater missile defense system on the west side is called TMD"

Niu Dejun smiled slightly, his eyes involuntarily raised a touch of seriousness.

"Ours... According to the naming rules, it is naturally called CTMD."