YA Ch95: Knowledge

Lu Yu didn’t think that Mr. Zheng really believed he could predict the future.

Sure enough, after leaving the Hongxiao Capital building, Zheng Wuqiong invited the two of them to lunch, hinting quite clearly between the lines. He felt that Lu Yu had some connections within the Intelligence Alliance.

Ming Yan chuckled quietly and adjusted his expression, helping Lu Yu fend off those business tricks by deftly dodging and weaving with vague answers, neither confirming nor denying any connections.

Since they were rushing for a live broadcast in the afternoon, they had a simple meal that wrapped up quickly. Mr. Zheng had to get straight to the point: “Mr. Lu, if you’re only contributing technology and not money to this joint venture, the proportion would be small. But if you can get the AI Data Alliance’s license, we can split the company 60-40.”

Zheng Wuqiong was also feeling cornered. At his age, he hadn’t studied in many years and was working with low-tech children’s watches. He relied on the old methods of contacting insiders, offering benefits, and giving kickbacks; maybe there was still hope. But to face a professional interrogation by a PhD… just thinking about it made him feel faint.

Lu Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, not giving any clear response.

But, where did he have any connections? He was just a weak, pitiful, and helpless college student.

On the way back to the company, Ming Yan looked serious, “This Mr. Zheng seems sincere, but he plays hard. Offering only ‘a small proportion’ for technology while pressuring you to solve the licensing issue. You might want to reconsider cooperating with him.”

Zheng Wuqiong looked simple and honest, and he spoke in a very heartfelt manner, making one think he was the kind of elderly person who could be tricked into buying health products. But in reality, he was quite shrewd.

Lu Yu nodded, “It’s not up to him to decide everything, anyway.”

Such a large-scale investment cooperation wouldn’t be decided by them on a whim; it would require repeated negotiations, bargaining, following procedures, and signing contracts.

With Chenyu Technology’s already busy work, this added even more to their plate. The focus recently was on live streaming, so it wasn’t just the technology and business departments running around like crazy; now the legal and finance departments were also swamped.

As the boss, Lu Yu couldn’t escape either. He streamed live at the company during the day and studied the knowledge of artificial intelligence manufacturing at home at night, struggling terribly.

Ming Yan had taken a shower, changed into pajamas, and was surprised to find the bed empty. The guy who had been particularly eager to sleep recently was nowhere to be seen.

He turned to the study to check and saw Lu Yu sitting at the desk, looking exactly like a college student cramming for finals—scratching his head and jotting down notes. Sometimes he closed his eyes to recite; other times, he scribbled furiously.

Ming Yan walked over and placed a plate of freshly washed fruit on the desk, “You don’t need to learn to be an expert; just get a general idea. For example, I know the main parts of a watch and roughly how to make one, but I can’t build a watch or draw specific part dimensions.”

As a boss, of course, one needs to understand their own product, but not to the depth an engineer would.

Lu Yu put the book over his face, blindly groped for a strawberry, stuffed it into his mouth, and mumbled, “I won’t learn enough to build an AI by hand either, but even the superficial knowledge is a lot. The key is that I’m not interested; I don’t like studying, so it’s very painful. If it were a comprehensive guide to novel writing, I’d definitely learn fast.”

After finishing the strawberry in his mouth, Lu Yu put the book down and looked at Ming Yan, suddenly coming up with an idea. He savored the sweet and sour taste on his tongue and said pitifully, “If you help me, I might memorize it faster.”

Ming Yan asked, “How do I help?”

Lu Yu leaned back, patted his thigh, and said, “You sit on my lap, and by pressing on my peripheral nerves, my brain will become more active.”

“Never heard of that,” Ming Yan gave him a sidelong glance, clearly not believing it.

“Really,” Lu Yu said sincerely, “This is my exclusive secret; try it if you don’t believe me.”

Ming Yan pursed his lips and smiled. He actually went over and sat on Lu Yu’s lap, asking good-naturedly, “Feeling smarter yet?”

Lu Yu wrapped his arms around the flexible waist, handed the book to Ming Yan, and pretended, “You ask the questions and see.”

Ming Yan held the book and started asking the questions on it.

Sure enough, Lu Yu answered fluently, completely different from his earlier frustrated look. He even had time to slip his hand inside Ming Yan’s pajamas to cop a feel.

Ming Yan pulled out the hand sneaking to his waist and stomach, turned to a part of the book Lu Yu hadn’t seen yet, and asked, “What is the internal structure principle of an AI?”

Without thinking, Lu Yu said, “The internal structure of an AI…”

Halfway through the sentence, he suddenly realized that he hadn’t studied the internal structure section yet. This was something he wasn’t supposed to know, but the knowledge was vividly clear in his mind. He almost blurted it out, reciting it smoothly.

Ming Yan turned his head and asked, “What’s wrong? The peripheral nerve pressure isn’t working anymore?” With that, he was about to get off, but Lu Yu held him tight and wouldn’t let him go.

Lu Yu chuckled, grabbed Ming Yan’s waist, and directly turned him around to face himself.

Ming Yan was startled; his long legs had nowhere to go and almost knocked against Lu Yu’s waist. Lu Yu grabbed them and spread them to either side.

Lu Yu hugged him happily, took a deep breath of the scent of his body wash, and rubbed his face against the beautifully shaped jawline, saying, “This is knowledge I haven’t learned yet. To answer it, I’ll have to use another method.”

“What?” Ming Yan pushed away the guy rubbing against him, curious to see what he would come up with.

Lu Yu picked up the book that had fallen on the floor and stuffed it back into Ming Yan’s hands, “Teacher Ming, you hold the book and read it; transmit it to me through physical connection, and I will remember it.”

“What kind of physical connection?” Ming Yan realized this wasn’t a proper connection, struggling to get off. However, this position made it harder to escape; moving around only made it worse.

Lu Yu grabbed the fleeing Teacher Ming and seriously explained, “It’s like our bodies becoming zero distance, like a USB stick—you read, I record. You read a sentence, I move, transfer it over, and then you…”

Ming Yan covered the mouth spewing nonsense, glanced around to make sure the kids weren’t there, and hadn’t even breathed a sigh of relief when he was pulled into an embrace by Lu Yu.

This method of teaching was too improper, and Teacher Ming immediately rejected it. The eager student lifted Teacher Ming, who was feeling embarrassed, onto the desk and took full advantage of the situation.

When Ming Yan, disheveled, ran out of the study, the smile on Lu Yu’s face faded. He didn’t chase after the fleeing Teacher Ming but instead picked up the book again and turned to the exercises in the back. These were questions he theoretically hadn’t learned yet, and he completed twenty multiple-choice questions—all correct.

Lu Yu put down his pen and looked up at the computer desktop background. It was still the final scene from “A Chinese Odyssey,” with Joker’s rather cheeky face crookedly smiling at the person outside the screen, saying, “He looks like a dog.”

In the end, who’s the human, and who’s the dog?

Lu Yu called Yu Qiu over and made a phone call to Dr. Que De.

Dr. Que De quickly picked up the call, and upon learning that it wasn’t an emergency, his tone immediately became lazy: “Just so you know, calling me for a consultation in the middle of the night requires triple the registration fee.”

“Got it,” Lu Yu replied helplessly. “Tell me, knowledge is accompanied by memory, right?”

Que De gave an affirmative answer: “Yes.”

A person who loses a few years of memory will forget the knowledge they learned during that time as well. There are quite a few cases like this in the medical field, and Que De patiently explained one of them to him. There was once an F1 driver who, after having an accident on the track and hitting his head, had all his memories revert to when he was 16 years old, forgetting all the new car model operations he had learned since.

Lu Yu listened calmly and said, “Then if I possess the knowledge that Lu Dayu learned, but I haven’t learned it myself, does that mean I am Lu Dayu?”

Que De thought for a moment and said, “If you only have part of the memory, then you’re certainly not Lu Dayu. You two are individuals distinguished by memory and can be seen as two different personas. Now that you have some of his memories, it just means you are… half of Lu Dayu.”

Lu Yu clenched his fingers, making his knuckles crack, and asked in a low voice, “Is there a way for me not to recover my memories?”

Que De was silent for a moment, then said with difficulty, “I only know how to alleviate symptoms, not how to exacerbate them. That wouldn’t be a doctor—that would be a devil.”

“Just tell me if there is,” Lu Yu interrupted Que De’s evasive words, “There must be a way in medicine. If you don’t know how, I’ll find someone else.”

“There is,” Que De sighed. “There are many ways to cause memory loss, but they are uncontrollable. I can’t do something like that, and there’s no need to.”

“What do you mean?” Lu Yu frowned.

“Well, if your partner prefers the younger version of you, you could pretend you haven’t recovered your memory,” Que De said slyly, “A mature you playing the part of your younger self should be quite easy. Oh my god, what am I even saying?”

Coaching a patient to fake an illness is certainly not in line with a doctor’s professional ethics.

Lu Yu’s eyes lit up, and he sincerely thanked Dr. Que for his lousy idea: “Don’t worry, I won’t betray you. We never had this phone call tonight, and you didn’t say anything.”

After hesitating for a moment, Que De said, “Well, I still said it. Remember to pay my consultation fee.”