Explicit Optimization of Effective Constants in the Baker's Method and Its Application in Specific Equations
This title sounds scary, but it boils down to one thing.
The Baker's Method is a tool used to estimate the approximate range of solutions to certain equations.
However, the numbers calculated by this tool are vague; it gives you a general idea of where the difference is, but not the exact amount.
Cheng Che's paper aims to do is to calculate this vague number precisely.
For example, in the past, you would be told "you are in Capital City," but now you are told "you are at address X, street X, in Dongcheng District."
The transformation from "approximate" to "precise" is the explicit optimization of the effective constant.
As for its application in specific equations, we'll use a few classic equations as practice to prove that this refined method is indeed effective.
Cheng Che had gone through these things in his mind many times. Now he writes a little bit every night when he gets back to the hotel, and he has already accumulated more than twenty pages of drafts.
The filming progressed rapidly over the next week.
Cheng Che was in exceptionally good form, nailing dramatic scenes in one take and action scenes in two. Occasionally, when a third take was needed, before Director Zhou could even speak, Cheng Che would say, "Let's do one more take."
Old Chen kept saying on set, "If every actor were like him, I'd retire early."
A week later, the last scene was filmed.
Director Zhou stood up from behind the monitor, grabbed a megaphone, and shouted, "Filming wrapped!"
Cheers erupted on set.
Some people threw their scripts into the air, some patted each other on the shoulder, and a few young female stagehands hugged each other and jumped up and down a couple of times.
Zhao Yiming stood next to Cheng Che and let out a long sigh of relief, "Finally, it's over."
Ning Qing stood not far away, holding a bouquet of prop flowers. She glanced at Cheng Che, then quickly looked away.
The wrap party was held at the familiar barbecue restaurant outside the base. The owner put two long tables together and piled them with lamb skewers, grilled lamb chops, braised chicken, and several cases of beer.
Director Zhou stood up, holding his wine glass, said a few words of thanks, and then changed the subject:
" Cheng Che, the producer needs your help with something."
Cheng Che looked up.
"The theme song for ' The Realm and Old Friends ' has already been written, and we'd like to invite you to sing it," Director Zhou said sincerely. "You're the male lead, and you've also sung ' Chasing the Wind,' so you're the most suitable person to sing this song. Don't worry, we'll settle you at the highest possible singer-songwriter fee."
Cheng Che thought for a moment, then nodded. "Okay. Send me the lyrics and music, I'll take a look."
Director Zhou laughed, raised his glass and clinked it against his. "That's great."
After finishing their late-night snack and returning to the hotel, Qin Lie and Chen Wei checked the room as usual, and left after confirming that everything was alright.
Cheng Che took a shower and was just about to sit down to write his thesis when there was a knock at the door.
He went over and opened the door.
Ning Qing stood at the door.
She was wearing a light gray knitted cardigan today, her hair was down, and her face had a slight flush from drinking.
When she saw Cheng Che, her eyes flickered, and then she pursed her lips.
"What's the matter?" Cheng Che looked slightly surprised, then stepped aside. "Come in, let's talk."
Ning Qing walked in and sat down on the sofa.
She kept her head down, twisting the hem of her cardigan with her fingers, as if she were doing some kind of mental preparation.
"I need your help with something," she said, her voice much softer than usual.
What kind of help?
"The ' I Am the King of Singers ' competition starts in mid-July." Ning Qing looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. "I'd like to invite you to be my guest performer."
Cheng Che was taken aback for a moment. "I'm not a singer."
"You sang so well." Ning Qing's tone was much softer than usual, with a relaxed air after a bit of a buzz. "' Chasing the Wind ' is already the Song of the Year. What's wrong with your singing?"
Cheng Che thought for a moment.
He didn't really use his [ Bard Incubus Voice ] much after he got it, except for singing " Chasing the Wind " once at the Mushroom House, after which it was just left aside.
If you leave this talent unused, it's no different than not having it at all.
"Okay," he said after a moment's thought, "I'll come after Wimbledon."
Ning Qing's eyes lit up.
She stood up, as if to say something, but lost her balance and swayed.
Cheng Che reached out and supported her arm. She leaned closer, and a faint fragrance wafted over, carrying a hint of alcohol.
Cheng Che gently shook her, and finding her legs were weak, he could only say helplessly:
"Let me take you home."
Ning Qing nodded.
The two left the room and headed towards her room.
Upon reaching the door, she looked down and fumbled for her room key in her pocket. After searching for a while without finding it, her face grew increasingly red. Finally, she muttered, "Why isn't it here?"
Cheng Che sighed, "Where?"
"In my pants pocket." Her voice was so soft it was barely audible.
Cheng Che reached into her pants pocket, took out the room key, and swiped it to open the door.
Ning Qing went in, swayed as she sat on the bed, and then leaned back, sinking into the blankets.
Cheng Che helped her cover herself with the blanket, adjusted the air conditioner to a comfortable temperature, and then turned to leave.
As soon as he opened the door, he bumped into Ning Qing's female agent.
The agent, holding a box of hangover remedies, paused for a moment when he saw Cheng Che emerge from Ning Qing's room.
Cheng Che was also stunned for a moment, then immediately blurted out in a panic, "Um, she drank too much, I brought her back, and just helped her to bed--"
The agent glanced at him, then at Ning Qing, who was sleeping on the bed in the room, and then smiled faintly.
"It's nothing," she said calmly. "I won't say it."
Then she shoved the hangover cure into Cheng Che's hand, her face beaming with an undisguised "I've hit the jackpot" smile:
"Take it and feed her, I'm leaving."
Cheng Che held the box of medicine, stood in the corridor, and watched his manager's figure disappear around the corner.
He glanced down at the hangover medicine in his hand, then at Ning Qing who was already asleep in the room, before silently placing the medicine on the shoe cabinet by the door and turning back to his own room.
He'd better not provoke anyone else; there are already four people around, and he doesn't have much time for them.
It seems being a time management Master isn't so easy.
Old Luo! I misunderstood you!
The following day, Cheng Che quietly returned to the Capital City.
The Porsche photoshoot was scheduled for the morning.
When he arrived, a silver-gray Porsche 911 was parked in the shed, its paint so shiny under the lights that it reflected his image.
The staff member handed him the car keys, which he took and weighed in his hand.
"Can I drive it around?"
"Of course," the person in charge smiled, "This was originally prepared for you."
Cheng Che got into the driver's seat and adjusted the seat and rearview mirror.
The steering wheel felt a bit heavier than his Volvo, but very solid.
He stepped on the gas, and the engine sounded from behind, deep and steady.
He smiled.
First time driving Porsche, feels great.