When Zhou Mi went for a run, of course Liang Jiangtao did not get off work, but turned on the computer and opened Word.
He looked at the input methods, and now there are only Wubi input method, Quanpin and Smart ABC.
He didn't consider the Wubi input method. He didn't learn it in his previous life. It was too troublesome. Pinyin was the most fluent method.
The Sogou input method he used before his rebirth has not yet come out.
He searched online and found that Tsinghua Unisplendour Input Method had come out. He remembered that this input method was quite easy to use, at least better than Smart ABC, so he decided to get one.
If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools.
Then he started typing.
Zhou Mi’s characters are easy to recognize. Even if there are a few characters that are unclear, you can still guess roughly what they are based on the context.
Liang Jiangtao found that his typing speed was not as fast as before he was reborn.
In fact, it is easy to understand if you think about it. Typing is related to muscle memory. Currently, this body only inherits the memory before rebirth, but the muscle memory is not inherited, so the hand coordination is not enough.
The current typing speed is about 70% to 80% of what it was before the rebirth, which is enough.
It took about 45 minutes to finish typing these two thousand words. Seeing that Zhou Mi had not returned yet, Liang Jiangtao adjusted the format and proofread it again. He found seven or eight errors and quickly corrected them.
After a while, Zhou Ming's voice sounded at the door, "You haven't left yet, so come to my office and I will explain tomorrow's work."
Then Zhou Mi opened the door and came in, followed by Huang Min and the other three.
"Jiang Tao hasn't left yet? Didn't I tell you just now? Let's get off work early. There's no need to stay up so late, it'll be the same tomorrow." Zhou Mi had a towel hanging around his neck, and his head was dripping with sweat.
Seeing Liang Jiangtao working so hard, Zhou Mi was very happy. This young man is not bad, at least he has a correct attitude and is a promising talent.
Good writers are made through hard work. No matter how talented you are, if you can't calm down, work hard, and practice repeatedly, you won't be able to write well.
On the contrary, if you work hard and practice day after day, even if you are not talented enough to become a top writer, you can at least be able to stand alone.
"Chu Zhou, I've finished typing the manuscript, please review it."
Liang Jiangtao organized the manuscript, pinned it with a paper clip, and handed it to Zhou Mi.
Zhou Mi was stunned, but he didn't expect that Liang Jiangtao had typed the manuscript just as he ran down. It was too fast. Could he have typed it randomly? Wrong everywhere?
Even if there was a mistake, it was too fast.
"Have you finished typing the manuscript just now?" Zhou Mi couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, it's all done. Please see if it's okay." Liang Jiangtao said lightly.
Zhou Mi took the manuscript dubiously and was attracted at first glance.
The material is neat, the handwriting is appropriate, and the layout is beautiful.
In fact, in this era, WOrd has just entered the office system, and its application is still relatively rudimentary. The standard format of manuscripts is also being explored. The typists before the laboratory all used the fonts that came with the system, and there was no particular emphasis on font size and line spacing.
Leaders don’t have so many requirements. As long as they can read it, it’s much better than handwriting.
Liang Jiangtao arranged it using the standard template of official documents from later generations. The format was adjusted after countless verifications, so it naturally looks the most comfortable.
The title should be bolded in Chinese Song Dynasty small one size, the main text should be in imitation Song Dynasty small two size, the first-level title should be bolded in bold and small two size, the second-level title should be bolded in italics and small two size, and the line spacing should be fixed line spacing of 31 points. The page margins are 3.5 centimeters, 3.5 centimeters, 3.2 centimeters, 3.2 centimeters, and page numbers are added...
Originally, Liang Jiangtao wanted to use the national standard to imitate the Song Dynasty and the national standard regular script, so that the handwriting would look more beautiful.
But this computer didn't have it. He simply searched online and couldn't find it, so he didn't bother to get it. We'll talk about it later.
Zhou Mi took the materials, and regardless of whether the content was accurate or not, the layout alone was so beautiful that she was a little shocked...
He raised his head and glanced at Liang Jiangtao, with a complicated look in his eyes.
Then he watched quietly without saying a word.
A full twenty minutes.
With a careful reading speed, he could read the entire text in five minutes, but he read it very carefully, word by word.
After reading the last word, he raised his head, his eyes turning into shock.
The material typed by Liang Jiangtao is accurate word for word!
It took less than an hour, this beauty, this accuracy.
If the previous seconded typist gave him 80 points, Liang Jiangtao gave him 100 points!
It has reached a level that is beyond comprehension!
Liang Jiangtao has this ability. Even if he can't write a word, he can stand up in the research room!
What a treasure this is!
"Jiang Tao, have you ever practiced typing before?" Zhou Mi asked.
"Well... that's right."
Liang Jiangtao didn't know how to answer, so he just pretended that he had practiced it.
A skill that seemed very awesome in Zhou Mi is a skill that everyone can master 20 years later, and no one will specialize in practicing this thing.
Moreover, voice input has become very mature in later generations. You can input 400 words in one minute, and the accuracy is very high!
Moreover, in 2023, before Liang Jiangtao was reborn, generative artificial intelligence and big language data models such as GPT-4 had come out, shocking the world. Large companies in China also launched Tongyi Qianwen and Wenxinyi. If these things were told to Zhou Mi, he would probably think it was science fiction.
A funny feeling suddenly arose in Liang Jiangtao's heart, as if a summer insect cannot speak of ice.
