Would You Like to Come Upstairs and Wait for Me?

Now that he had a clear research direction, it took Wu Chen quite a while to calm down from his excitement.

It was still too early to celebrate.

Filling in the theories that already existed in his previous life would be an enormous undertaking in itself.

So he also needed to find a group of helpers.

For theories he had not been familiar with in his previous life, he could simply point others in the right direction and let them reproduce the results.

Then he could learn from what they had already researched, which would be more efficient.

Of course, that would involve collaboration.

Protecting himself was important too.

Besides, a company needed a moat of its own.

Wu Chen pondered for a moment, then dug out the paper he had written to obtain the Dawn No. 1 supercomputer: "Research on a Parallel Processing System Architecture Based on OpenCL Heterogeneous Computing."

The ideas in the paper came from the Khronos Group.

It was a nonprofit technology consortium made up of industry-leading companies such as Apple, Intel, and Nvidia, dedicated to developing open standards for graphics, parallel computing, and other fields.

According to the normal timeline, the OpenCL architecture would be released around December 2008, just over three months from now.

So they should already have a draft of the standard, but had not yet released the final version.

Wu Chen had no intention of claiming to be the creator of the OpenCL architecture standard, because that was unrealistic.

But he had already put the architecture into practice and had a mature solution like Dawn No. 1, so he could patent it.

That way, he could gain both fame and fortune.

But he had to move fast!

So he changed the paper to "A Novel System Architecture for Heterogeneous Computing." It made no mention of OpenCL, instead describing only how it was implemented and what results it achieved.

After much deliberation about where to submit it, he sent it to IPDPS, the IEEE International Parallel & Distributed Processing Symposium.

Like PAMI, it was a top conference under IEEE.

The former focused on parallel computing, distributed processing, and high-performance computing, while the latter concentrated on pattern recognition and machine intelligence. They enjoyed the same level of industry recognition.

But IPDPS reviewed submissions much faster.

The patent was even simpler.

All he had to do was prepare and submit the claims and specification. There would be no problems whatsoever.

There were also the papers he had written to complete his research at the time, including the central paper, "Optimization of Semantic Vector Representations Based on Word2Vec and Its Application to Text Semantic Matching," and five others.

After considerable thought, he submitted one to Frontiers of Computer Science, or FCS.

He submitted two to the Journal of Software.

He submitted two to the Chinese Journal of Computers.

He made sure to spread the rain and dew evenly.

These three journals might not have been as famous as PAMI and IPDPS.

That was especially true of the Journal of Software and the Chinese Journal of Computers, which were Chinese-language journals.

To outsiders, they were less well known than the top English-language journals.

But within the field, they were genuine benchmarks, with no shortage of standing in the jianghu.

The Journal of Software was a top CCF A-category Chinese-language journal and was indexed in the CSCD core database.

The Chinese Journal of Computers was the leading journal in the domestic computer field. It was likewise a CCF A-category journal indexed in the CSCD core database, and several of its papers had been selected among China's hundred most influential domestic academic papers.

Of course, besides publishing papers, he also had to patent these things and keep them firmly in his own hands.

They would be the best protective talismans for his company in the future.

After submitting all the papers through the official online submission systems and uploading the patent applications to the patent office, Wu Chen let out a long breath.

It was surreal.

In his previous life, his research had always been a step behind. He had exhausted his heart and mind over a single paper for six months or even a year, only to struggle to get it published in the end.

But if all these papers were accepted, he would have eight first-author papers in top journals at the age of twenty-five!

What did that mean?

If they were all published, he really might become a specially appointed researcher at Peking University.

As for Wang Hongfa, he would have to kneel and listen when Wu Chen spoke.

The thought of that disgusting piece of work reminded Wu Chen of the paper he had used to bait the fishing spot: "A Spiking Neural Network Architecture for Dynamic Vision: Theoretical Exploration and Prototype Implementation."

It was definitely unrealistic to submit that paper as it stood. There were far too many pitfalls in it.

But there was no problem writing a patent for it, and it would be very effective at getting under Wang Hongfa's and Lavrov's skin when the time came.

And if SNN really did produce a viable solution in the future, he could claim all the results for himself and leave them without so much as a single hair.

So Wu Chen pulled himself together and finished the final patent, "A Method and Device for Implementing a Spiking Neural Network for Dynamic Vision," before taking a shower and going to bed.

When he woke up the next morning, it was exactly eight o'clock, an hour and a half before he was due to meet Jiang Nan.

Feeling the vigor of his young body, Wu Chen changed into light clothes and went for a run around the residential complex.

The Xiaohe Mountain Apartments were in the outskirts of Hangzhou, on the border between Yuhang District and Xihu District. Although there was a university district nearby, the local amenities were not well developed in 2008.

But that had its advantages too: the air was fresh.

It had rained the night before, making the morning air especially fresh, as though he were in a natural oxygen bar.

Wu Chen cleared his mind and ran lap after lap around the complex.

Only when he felt a little tired did he gradually slow to a stop.

But when he checked his watch, he found that fifty minutes had already passed!

So this was what a normal person's body was supposed to be like?

Before, he would have been panting like a dog after running for twenty minutes.

But now, after nearly an hour, he felt he could run another half hour if he pushed himself.

And he had a pleasant surprise!

[Stamina: level 1 (0% -> 1%)]

To increase his intelligence by one percent, he had to devote himself wholeheartedly to thinking for a long time.

But less than an hour of exercise in the morning had increased his stamina by one percent.

If I keep up my morning runs for a hundred days, wouldn't I reach stamina level 2?!

Wu Chen made up his mind on the spot.

He would run every morning from now on!

That way, even if Wang Hongfa tried to run him over again in the future, he would definitely be able to dodge.

Although he was fired up about exercise, it was almost time to meet Jiang Nan, so Wu Chen slowly headed toward his apartment building.

But when he reached the building, he unexpectedly spotted the familiar red C200.

Wu Chen checked his watch. It was still a few minutes before nine.

"Morning, Teacher Jiang."

He walked over and knocked on the car window.

Jiang Nan was sitting in the driver's seat, engrossed in a book.

Seeing Wu Chen outside, she lowered the window. Her dark brows lifted slightly, and a flicker of surprise passed through her eyes.

"Morning, Teacher Wu. Why are you up so early today..."

Before she could finish, she saw what Wu Chen looked like and turned her face away awkwardly. "Did you go out to exercise?"

Wu Chen looked down and realized that the T-shirt he had bought from a street stall was really rather poor quality.

Soaked with sweat, the white T-shirt clung to his upper body. His lean but well-defined physique stood out, every line of muscle on display. It was like some fucking wet-shirt seduction.

No wonder the young married women he had passed on the way had looked at him strangely, as if they wanted to fuck him.

But he had at least been in his thirties in his previous life, so he was not about to be embarrassed over something like this.

"Yes. I'm going upstairs to shower and change. Would you like to come up to my place and wait for me?"