Knowledge is priceless, but the largest and longest-running library in Jiangzhou is free and open to the public. In this long-established library, there is an old director who founded it. A library person.
The old curator likes reading very much, but he likes people who read books even more. Based on the books read by those who read, he silently gives the readers some evaluations belonging to the seniors in his life.
Reading books and reading people is one of the few hobbies of the old curator in his life.
[Today’s young people are also very hardworking, and they have become like that at such a young age...]
On this day, the old director came to the library again, reading books and people.
And the person in his sight was holding a copy of "In-depth Anatomy of C Language" and reading it.
Just now, when the man was scratching his head, the old curator saw the wig falling off his head.
That's right, the other person is a young man who is bald at a young age. At first glance, he looks like a senior programmer.
He touched his head, which was a little gray but had no trace of the Mediterranean and was full of hair.
The old curator shook his head, sighed, and continued walking forward.
[It may be good for modern young people to work harder...]
Just as he was sighing like this, the old curator who was walking around a row of bookshelves heard a sound like sliding pages.
Xun Sheng looked around, and the old curator was startled. He saw a four-seater desk by the window, which was now covered with stacks of books.
When he walked over and took a look, he found a younger guy holding a thumb-thick book inside and flipping through it quickly.
The old curator was a little surprised at how quickly the young man flipped through the books, but when he walked to the edge and saw clearly the names of the books placed on the table, he was speechless and couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
What should I say?
All I can say is, great guy!
If the young man he saw just now was reading books that could make his baldness worse.
The young man I met now was reading books that could make him bury himself in the grave.
Linear algebra, probability theory, statistics, graph theory, operating systems, compilation principles, data structures, networks, professional books on C++, Python, Java, etc., D3, C4.5, logistic regression, SVM, classifiers and other algorithms Books on characteristics, properties, differences compared with other algorithms, etc...
Needless to say, there are so many books of this type. I am afraid that just one of them can be read by non-professionals. Even if they want to put themselves in a coffin and bury them, they will not read it.
[So, this is a drunkard who is not interested in drinking. His original purpose is to show off in his library in order to get acquainted with the young literary girl who may come here to read? 】
The old curator not only had this idea, because this kind of thing has happened before. Guys who talk about boyfriend and girlfriend in the name of reading really make him, an old scholar who has spent most of his life, feel uncomfortable and helpless. …
However, the old librarian stood behind him for a while, watching the other person quickly flip through the books in his hand with an irregular frequency, and felt that it didn't look like him anymore.
After all, who would look through such a mortifying book in a library to attract the attention of a young girl?
Even though the young man flipping through the book looks very good looking from the side...
[Hey, wait a minute, a young guy with good looks who loves reading? 】
The old librarian turned his head and looked around, and found that there were several regular visitors to the library and several intellectual women who loved reading. Their attention was quietly focused here. Seeing this scene, the old librarian took the lead. The wrinkled corners of his mouth twitched. It seemed to be really attractive, so...
"Young man, young man, are you fishing?"
The state of concentrating on reading was disturbed, and Wu Keyou withdrew his consciousness scattered in the sea of books.
He turned around with some doubts and looked at the old curator who came behind him at some point.
"Fishing? What kind of fish are you fishing for? Is there any fishing program in this library?"
Wu Ke asked doubtfully.
"..."
After looking into a pair of clear eyes for a while, the old curator, who had read countless people in his life, was speechless for a moment.
"I mean, it's like fishing."
"Eh?"
The old curator pointed to the books in Wu Ke's hand and then to the books on the table, and then said: "I have been reading behind you for a while, and I found that you read very quickly, young man, so I I feel a little confused and would like to ask you, can you really understand these books if you read them at your speed?"
"I can see it, but I can't understand it half-heartedly. I just remember it."
Wu Ke answered honestly.
"Young man, let me tell you, reading without hesitation is not a good habit..."
As the old curator was talking, he suddenly stopped and looked over in confusion.
"You said you remembered? These? All of them?"
"Not all of them. Now I have only read the ones on the right. I haven't finished the ones on the left yet."
The old curator carefully compared the books and found that the books on the right were taller than the books on the left.
"That's quite a lot. They are all professional books. It's not easy."
The old curator did not express any doubt, but suddenly asked.
"Young man, are you majoring in artificial intelligence?"
"Hey, old man, do you know this too?"
"I know, but not much. Just a little bit. I read it occasionally from some books, such as this one."
The old curator clicked on one of the books on the left side of the table, but said a little modestly.
Obviously, this old man's reading hobby is very hardcore.
"You can read alone, but it's not a good habit to learn knowledge from books and work behind closed doors. Would you mind chatting with an old man like me and exchanging some knowledge about artificial intelligence?"
The old library director said with a smile, and the voice used was not loud. Although noise is prohibited in this library, people who read books are not prohibited from exchanging some knowledge about books. Of course, the premise is that they do not disturb others.
The reason why the old curator made such a suggestion was just to make sure that the young man in front of him was the genuine article or a swindler.
If it's the latter, then he has to use the authority of the library director to let people who don't really come to read the books come from and go back. The old director doesn't want to deal with all the messy things in the past in this library. It happened again in the managed library.
Wu Ke didn't know what the old man had in mind when he suddenly appeared. He just felt that what the other party said made sense, so he pulled out the chair next to him and invited the other party to sit down. Then, the two began to discuss, using some professional terms. be spoken out.
The old librarian also changed his attitude from slightly doubting that the other party had other purposes to admitting that the other party did come to the library to read books and check information carefully.
Later, as his professional knowledge deepened, Wu Ke, a person who only remembered the content but failed to fully digest and understand the knowledge, became overwhelmed by the old curator's search for knowledge.
"Hey, hey, hey, young man, enough is enough. As an old man, I only have a superficial understanding of artificial intelligence, and I am not someone with in-depth knowledge in that area. If you ask me and I can't answer, you will be disappointed. I feel terrible.”
The old curator's complaint brought Wu Ke back to his senses, and he still had some unfinished thoughts.
In three days, the professional books he read and the knowledge that was difficult to digest were partially digested in the discussion just now, or in the consultation with the old man in front of him, but it gave him something to learn from. A feeling of enlightenment.
And now this old man said that he was not a professional in this, but just a hobby. He had read some books, so he knew a little bit about it. After being unable to answer too many more professional questions, Wu Ke felt a little disappointed and a little lost. Regretful and a little disappointed...
"Young man, don't do this!"
The old curator, who had been engaged in teaching and educating people, couldn't bear to ask "students" for advice, so he couldn't help but speak.
"Looking at you, you should be studying this. How about telling me the name of the university you attend? I'll see if I know any professional tutors in this field in your school, and then I can write a letter for you. Letter of recommendation?”
"University?"
Wu Ke shook his head.
"I should still be a high school student now."
The old curator was a little surprised and pointed to the books on the side: "What are these?"
"I want to study artificial intelligence by myself."
Wu Ke replied.
"Artificial intelligence, can it be learned by self-study?"
The old curator's eyes widened.
"I can learn it, but it's a bit difficult. I just figured out some doubts and problems in this area after discussing with you, old man. Well, thank you very much for your advice."
Wu Ke thanked him seriously.
"It seems that I have met a wild self-taught genius, but then again, why don't you find yourself a teacher in this field?"
asked the old curator.
"Yeah, why don't I find myself a teacher in this field?"
One word awakens the dreamer.
Wu Ke seemed to be a little confused after suffering from the phobia of lack of strength.
The idea of relying on oneself for everything somewhat affected him.
"But I don't know anyone in this area..."
Wu Ke looked at the old curator next to him.
Just now, the old man's words showed that he himself knew such people.
"This old man, can you introduce me to some teachers in the field of artificial intelligence?"
After finishing speaking, Wu Ke added another sentence.
"Don't worry, thank you fees and the like will never be a problem."
A few days ago, the money Wu Ke got was not used.
I originally thought it was needed to buy books, but it turned out that it is better to read professional books in the library - you can get the basic knowledge books you need at any time.
This library has a very rich collection of books. If you don’t buy books, it is a free place for borrowers. In addition to paying a deposit of 200 yuan to get a borrowing card, and as long as you ensure that the books are not damaged while borrowing them, you can There are no other expenses at all.
It’s rare, rare to have a place to spend money…
"I don't need a thank you fee."
The old curator was a little dumbfounded. He looked at the young man next to him carefully. To be honest, the other person just gave him the impression that he was a smart and studious student. This kind of student is nothing to a teacher who loves education. Questioners are the favorite type of students.
The old curator used to be an old scholar who loved educating students. He couldn't help but have a good impression of such a studious young man. After pondering for a while, he pointed to the books next to him and asked, "How long have you been studying this on your own?"
"Three…months."
Wu Ke originally wanted to answer honestly, but thought that his self-study efficiency might be a bit alarming, so he swallowed the last word "tian" and changed it to a more reasonable statement.
"Three months, are you serious?"
"What's wrong? Is it too fast?"
"No, I just think young people today are very talented in learning."
The words of the old curator reassured Wu Ke that he could still maintain his identity as an ordinary person living in his own world.
Although he was already wearing the vest of SB Kamen Rider, he had done a just thing, and he was still planning to do an even greater just thing.
However, because I don’t want my parents to be worried after learning the truth, the external personality of ordinary people cannot be lost and must be maintained.
"So, what's your study budget?"
The old curator asked again.
"Is the higher the better?"
Wu Ke asked back.
“That’s not what I’m saying, but I think it’s best for students with better receptive abilities to study with knowledgeable teachers.
And artificial intelligence is a new industry. People who have sufficient knowledge in this area and can teach others often hold important positions.
Or in some companies, or in national research institutes, and the salaries of those people are generally not low. If you want to ask them to teach you, the budget is not a small amount. Even if I am willing to introduce you to a teacher, the difference in fees will be small. not very big. "
Wu Ke nodded and acknowledged this.
"So, what is your study budget?"
The old curator asked, the world is fair. People who pay more can enjoy better educational resources, but those who cannot afford it, even if they have the opportunity they are willing to give, can only be with some non-high-end teachers in the industry. Study, rely on your own diligence and hard work, and make yourself better than others.
“Learning budget, no limit.”
Wu Ke thought carefully and gave his answer.
"Well, there's not much budget... huh? Unlimited?"
The old curator thought he heard wrongly and rubbed his ears.
"Yes, there is no upper limit to my budget. Of course, the premise is that it is worth the money and those teachers can give me the corresponding knowledge that is worthy of the compensation I can give them."
The old curator gave Wu Ke a strange look. He determined that the young man next to him might have a very good family background.
However, some things should not be said too much, because if you say too much, you may be slapped in the face.
The old curator decided to remind the other party: "Young man, although I am not studying artificial intelligence, I have a wide network of contacts in the education field. The upper limit of the teachers I can introduce is to be first-class or even top-notch in the industry. The artificial intelligence major is a bit special compared to other industries. Maybe five or six figures is the starting price for a one-hour one-on-one course. Why don't you think about it carefully?"
Wu Ke: "..."
