Although rumors circulated on the Internet that Ali was offering a million-dollar annual salary, Meng Fanqi himself dismissed it as false information.
But the figure of 800,000 still had a great impact on the several college students present.
Eight hundred thousand... They all couldn't help but wonder how much annual salary they could get if they graduated and found a job.
For a few ordinary college students who are only halfway through their undergraduate studies, the number of more than 500,000 is actually hard for them to feel any difference.
It doesn’t matter if it’s 800,000, one million, or 100 million. Anyway, it’s a lot of money, but I can’t get it anyway.
Among the people present, only Tang Juan had seen Meng Fanqi's Google offer, so he seemed very calm when he heard the 800,000.
"How much is this? It's not even a fraction of Google's signing fee!"
This kid couldn't believe it at the time and counted the number 10,000,000 a dozen times.
Meng Fanqi felt funny when he saw it, "Isn't it just to make it easier for you to count? Isn't it so difficult for you to count?"
Don Juan didn't know how to respond, but he didn't give up and asked again, "Did they hit one more 0? Or two 0s?"
Meng Fanqi suddenly felt speechless. "The number may be wrong. How do you explain the Ten Millions next to it?"
"...Forehead"
After a while, Don Juan finally digested this fact. He stood up and bowed without saying a word.
"Don Juan has been wandering for half his life, and he only regrets that he has never met his master. If the prince does not abandon him, he is willing to worship him as his adoptive father.
The adoptive father is at the top, and the son follows from behind to define the father. Go through fire and water, no matter what. Help your adoptive father and work together for a great cause! "
This is just the initial stage, and Meng Fanqi has already achieved such astronomical figures before he has even been exposed to Google's platform.
Don Juan believed that what happened next was self-evident.
If you build a computer with yourself, such a simple small workshop can produce world-class results, what's the point of joining Google?
He must hug this thick thigh tightly, let alone ten million US dollars, even if it is one tenth or one percent, Don Juan is already satisfied.
"Climb, think of me as Dong Zhuo, right?"
Meng Fanqi was scolded, but he did intend to gradually start to build a small team that he was familiar with.
This team does not need to have a particularly high level of technical skills. They only need to be familiar with it. What they have to do is just collecting and organizing data, and there is no need to do anything major.
Most of them are dirty work that does not generate revenue. The technical content is not high, but it is not tiring either.
Of course, in return, the salary offered by Meng Fanqi must be much higher than the job they found themselves.
"Next month, Don Juan and I are going to Australia to attend a conference to introduce the algorithm that won this championship. If you are interested in learning about this field, you can come with us."
This IMAGENET competition is a seminar affiliated with ICCV, the top conference on computer vision. As one of the three top computer vision conferences, prestigious schools and scientific and technological institutions have invested a lot of manpower and material resources here.
Let a few people come to the venue to see it, which is actually better than a thousand words from other people. Feel it and understand it for yourself, and you will naturally understand that what Meng Fanqi said is true.
"Of course, you won't be responsible for the round-trip air tickets, hotel and living expenses, so you can rest assured." Speaking of work-related matters, Meng Fanqi's thoughts went back to when he was working in his previous life, and he almost forgot that the few people in front of him were still there. He was just a poor student, so he added.
"Let's say at least ten thousand or twenty thousand for a round-trip ticket and hotel... Isn't this too..." Even the rather nervous Maimang felt a little embarrassed.
"Our winning team has a quota of hospitality. The other teams are all five or ten people, but we only have two. Therefore, there are still some free quotas for participation. Of course, these things will be entertained by the organizer." Tang Juan glanced at Meng Fanqi and explained aloud.
This is of course nonsense. The organizers will indeed give preferential treatment to the participating teams, but they will not go to such a level of stewardship.
Forget about reimbursing the hotel, will you also be reimbursed for the round-trip air tickets and living expenses during this period? Doing charity?
In fact, you still have to pay if you want to attend academic conferences! Many low-level conferences do not focus on academics at all. They just ask you to come more people so that they can collect money per head. This conference is held just for this little money.
It's just that Tang Juan has already learned that Meng Fanqi is now planning to sign with Google, and the signing fee can be tens of millions of dollars. It is naturally a small amount of money to pay.
Since his brother was willing to pay, Don Juan saw that Maimang was hesitant because of the cost, so he passed the blame to the organizer of the event.
In fact, most people may not really believe it, but whether you believe it or not is one thing, and whether things work well or not is another matter.
Don Juan's words only gave the others an excuse and reason to accept it calmly.
The topic changed a little too fast in the field, and Han Ci felt a little dizzy.
After chatting about some past events, ever since Maimang asked about salary, it seemed that the topic suddenly became more realistic, and the pace suddenly accelerated.
Suddenly, an invitation came to invite several people to travel to Australia to attend a conference in December.
The nonsense that Tang Juan just told was good enough to deceive others, but the little look in his eyes before and after he spoke had already been noticed by Han Ci.
It's okay to treat me to a hot pot meal, but it would be too shameless to ask others to provide food, accommodation, and accommodation for me to travel.
But at this time, it was obvious that Maimang had moved.
Going to school is so tiring, how can we go out and have fun!
It's just that Meng Fanqi brought up this matter, and Maimang wasn't familiar enough with him after all. Since Han Ci was originally traveling with him, Mai Mang was too embarrassed to cross Han Ci and express his desire to go.
He could only stare at Han Ci helplessly.
Han Ci gave her a fierce look, which meant, "Why are you so embarrassed to ask for all the benefits?!"
Immediately, he turned around and said, "You and Don Juan are no longer studying. The rest of us are still students, and December is approaching the end of the term. It would be a bit inappropriate to go to Australia at this time."
"What's important about the freshman and sophomore classes? I won't listen to them anyway." Don Juan waved his hand, "What formalism are you doing? It's okay, Maimang. I'll take care of your parents."
Mai Mang's father was coaching the table tennis team at the time, and Tang Juan was very familiar with Uncle Mai.
"Okay!" Maimang jumped three feet high. With Don Juan making the decision, she no longer pretended.
"School holiday..." Han Ci still refused to give up.
"It's okay. I'll ask the dean to help contact him and approve the leave." Meng Fanqi looked at Han Ci racking his brains to find a reason, and smiled inwardly, "After all, this time it is also the Yanjing Electric Power University team in name only, and it is also for the team. It’s something that brings glory to the school. I think the teachers will understand.”
"Sister Han, are you going?" Maimang tugged at the corner of Han Ci's clothes and asked cautiously.
Although Mai Mang didn't know why at all, Han Ci seemed a little unhappy.
"I'm not going, what am I going to do?" Han Ci's reasons were always cut off by Meng Fanqi and Tang Juan, with a hint of anger in his voice.
"That is an academic conference. Of course you are going to share your academic results." Meng Fanqi's invitation was quite sufficient, and it was not until this moment that his true purpose was revealed.
"I went to share residual-related algorithm technology. Didn't you happen to do some research on its principles and interpretability." Meng Fanqi seemed to be saying something very natural.
"They can be displayed together. After I introduce the structure and implementation, you can talk about the theoretical part. Of course, the premise is that you can complete the relevant theory within this month."
"Waiting for me here, right?" Han Ci Bingxue was smart and didn't understand what he heard. It doesn’t matter if you need help from someone in China or you can treat a few people to attend a conference in Australia.
Although it can't be said to be a lie, it still smells like a drunkard who doesn't care about the wine.
"Don't you want to take this opportunity to display your results on the most suitable platform?" Meng Fanqi did not respond directly to Han Ci, but asked her a very soulful question.
Not all papers will be read, even good ones.
The mentality of master's and doctoral students towards their thesis is actually the same as that of online article authors towards their novels. After all, they still hope to have readers or be recognized.
And can a research and theoretical exploration of DreamNet residual ideas find a more interesting and historically significant occasion than "demonstrating it on the same stage as DreamNet at the same time in the same report"?
In particular, this report is the first time that DreamNet has unveiled its mysterious veil in front of the world after it has captured the world's appetite for a whole month.
"I...I want to go." Only Han Ci among the people present knew what a gift it was to have him report this result on the same stage. She muttered helplessly, "Your map of Yan country is really long..."
