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Chapter 75 Realistic Big Calculation Deployment (56K)
Chapter 75 Reality Big Data Calculation Deployment (5.6K)
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[Honor Level: 2 (300/400)]
… …
Home.
Suddenly returning from a feverish, unconscious state.
After moving his hands, Zhang Feng only felt a burst of lightness in his body.
But then, Zhang Feng suddenly had a feeling of regret.
'Although I fought happily, and almost beat myself to death.
But I spent the last few days sleeping, and didn't chat with the people of that era much.
I always feel that there is a trace of regret in this adventure life experience.
I've only seen the people and atmosphere of the 1980s on TV, but I haven't had a good personal experience of it.'
Zhang Feng looked at the ceiling, as if recalling the experience in the cave.
'But when I think about it carefully, there was really no room for chatting in that situation.'
Zhang Feng missed it for a few breaths, and then threw the emotion of emotion behind his head.
It's okay to sigh, but if it affects your mentality for a long time.
Zhang Feng felt that it was not advisable.
Because the visualization during cultivation requires wholeheartedness.
'I'm not very sleepy now either.'
Zhang Feng thought to himself, got out of bed again, and ate the double-happy melon seeds at the same time.
'Last time in the real world for seven days, I was practicing resonance.
Resonance can save some physical strength, unlike pile-driving martial arts, which makes people exhausted.'
From the trial world to now, it has only been a little over a month in real time.
Zhang Feng has gone from only knowing how to practice boxing at the beginning to resonating and opening his mind now.
It can be said that every time he comes back, there is a new change.
In addition, Zhang Feng doesn't have the kind of picky mind, but practices and learns whatever he has.
This makes Zhang Feng's current combat power, if he goes to the previous 'Rat World', he can still slaughter all the rat groups, even faster and more effective than the 'possessed character', and will not suffer much damage.
Because Zhang Feng's current state is actually 'inhuman'.
Even if his physique is only '27' now, which doesn't seem high, and is even weaker than some strong boxers.
But with the blessing of overclocking and memory.
As long as he is bare-handed, Zhang Feng can fight as many boxers as he can before his energy is exhausted.
And Zhang Feng also made a judgment.
The current state of his own energy burst is 5 minutes, so he can at least beat 100 boxers.
If they all use knives.
Zhang Feng can also easily escape.
Then run and fight, killing them one by one.
But just thinking about the number of people and martial arts.
Zhang Feng suddenly had an inspiration and wanted to build a 'big data model'.
'It's always too cumbersome to touch and check every day.
It's better to judge an individual's physique and muscle strength through medical and other equipment inspections.
Then, through the integration of big data, organize them into "martial arts power models".'
The more Zhang Feng thought about it, the more feasible he felt it was.
Although the judgment of more subtle force exertion is definitely not as good as his grandmaster's constant touching of other people's muscles and bones, the data will be much more.
It can also be regarded as more worry-free.
Zhang Feng is not sure either, but whether it works or not, just try it and you'll know.
'I don't know if the curator is asleep.'
Zhang Feng took out his phone and wanted to roughly tell the curator his thoughts, and then see if he could do it.
A message of 'Are you asleep?' was sent.
In less than five seconds, the curator's phone call came back.
"Hello, Master Zhang." The curator's side was very quiet this time, "What's the matter?"
"Is it convenient for you to talk in person?" Zhang Feng said, "Because what I'm talking about is more complicated, I'm afraid I can't explain it clearly on the phone."
"Then come to the martial arts gym? Should I pick you up?" The curator replied, "I'm in the office looking at documents, and Master Wang is also there."
"No need to pick me up, I'll go directly." Zhang Feng prepared to go out and go downstairs, "Otherwise, you come to my house, and then pick me up to the martial arts gym, I don't know what you're planning.
Since you're coming, why don't you just chat at my house, why go around in circles again?
I might as well go directly."
… …
Half an hour later.
Home.
Zhang Feng opened the door and looked at the curator and Master Wang standing at the door.
They were also carrying a bunch of things in their hands.
Not gifts, but some dishes and wine.
"Master Zhang is right, just come directly." The curator walked in with a hearty smile, and smelled a smell of Chinese medicine in Zhang Feng's house.
"Wow!" Master Wang was straightforward, saying whatever he had to say, "Master Zhang, you've practiced so hard that the house is pickled with the smell."
"The place is small." Zhang Feng ignored his friend's teasing and led them to the small dining room, "If I had known you were bringing food, I might as well have gone over.
My house is full of medicine smell, it's really not very comfortable."
"What are you talking about?" The curator opened the food.
Master Wang put the disposable plates he was holding on it.
This even saves washing dishes.
"Come on, try it." Master Wang handed Zhang Feng chopsticks, "It's all hot, don't let it cool down."
"Okay." Zhang Feng saw that everyone had come, and smelled the fragrance of the food, and was also a little hungry.
Then he wasn't in a hurry to explain, so he ate first.
Half an hour, after a good meal.
Three cups of tea were placed on the table.
Zhang Feng looked at the two people looking over, "I'm going to build a data model for the students."
"What model?" Master Wang asked first, taking advantage of the alcohol, "Is it for collecting payments? Like a cash register in a supermarket? It's the kind that has a 'ding' sound when a student is collected or a tuition fee is received?"
"We have this." The curator thought that Zhang Feng was worried about so many people working together, so he also explained seriously:
"After all, we are a multi-person partnership project, and all accounts are public, so Master Zhang doesn't have to worry about any company economic disputes.
I can guarantee it now, and even say that it is written evidence.
If there is any economic dispute in the future, then I will personally bear the loss of Master Zhang."
After speaking, the curator looked at Zhang Feng seriously, very concerned about this 'I want to challenge you' Zhang master.
"Yes, there are contracts for money matters." Master Wang also looked at Zhang Feng solemnly, "Master Zhang, don't worry!"
The two of them had really never heard of any model, so their first thought was 'cash register', and the kind of real-time economy similar to 'company housekeeper'.
"… …" Zhang Feng saw their serious eyes, but was silent for a few seconds, then picked up the teacup and thought for a few seconds, then put down the tea and thought for a few seconds, and finally said:
"I drank some wine, and you guys shouted at me like this, and I forgot what I wanted to say.
Don't worry, let me think."
Zhang Feng got up from the stool. When he stood up, because of the strength of his legs, he remembered that it was a big data model.
So.
Zhang Feng sorted out his language and simply said his thoughts: "What I said about the model is, can the martial arts gym add some equipment to test the body?
Then invite a few masters who know the industry, such as nutritionists, fitness coaches, and data programmers, and finally make the students' various body data into three-dimensional models."
As Zhang Feng spoke, he looked at the two people who were gradually stunned, "Is the construction of this model easy to operate?"
"This…" The curator was stunned, not by Zhang Feng's wonderful idea, but by calculating this huge expenditure.
"Good!" Master Wang's eyes lit up when he heard it, "Master Zhang wants to 'practice martial arts with big data'?"
"Yes!" Zhang Feng liked this simple and direct name, "It's practicing martial arts with big data, gathering the strengths of everyone and condensing the data of everyone.
Finally, integrate them to form a copy of information, which is also a copy of readable knowledge."
"It's good, but…" The curator felt more and more empty in his heart, "Although we can be said to have created big data martial arts that have never existed in the martial arts gym, but this fund…"
He looked at Zhang Feng and the two of them awkwardly, "It's really not enough.
Because the testing equipment, as well as X-rays, and various expenses, this can't be stopped with hundreds of thousands of dollars.
After all, if we want to buy it, we must buy high-specification ones, right? Can't we just fill the numbers?"
"Yes." Zhang Feng nodded, and after listening to the curator say this, he really didn't know much about the prices of these instruments, "Buy it, it must be better, but this money?"
"A lot." The curator slumped on the chair, "If you get involved with them a little, it will be millions or tens of millions.
Even if you don't buy these instruments.
Instead, let's bring a student to the hospital and other training institutions for various physical examinations.
But the cost of this… a student only pays a few thousand tuition fees per quarter, and these examinations, after a round, must cost 10,000, right?
According to Master Zhang's meaning, it is real-time big data, which requires regular inspection.
Even if we reach a long-term cooperation with these institutions and can get discounts.
This… we don't seem to be able to afford it."
The curator deeply knows that Zhang Feng's idea is indeed awesome.
But since it is awesome, it also involves the price that must be paid to 'want to be awesome'.
That is to throw money in large amounts, which is completely a bottomless pit.
At the same time.
Zhang Feng also knew the difficulty of the matter after listening to the curator say this.
Unless he exposes himself and shows incredible strength, and then finds official cooperation, then it may be simpler.
But there are more things and more complicated.
It's better to discuss with the curator first and see if it can be done.
If it can't be done, then wait until his strength is further improved, and it doesn't matter when he doesn't have to care about those tedious things.
Not to mention a few martial arts gyms, Zhang Feng dares to ask for the human data of the whole world.
Thinking in his heart.
Zhang Feng also gradually extinguished the idea of starting now.
At worst, he can borrow it by touching, which is even more detailed.
However, after the curator saw the silent appearance of Zhang master, he racked his brains to help and wanted to take credit.
Thinking about it again and again.
He suddenly thought of something and said, "I know some CEOs who definitely have the financial resources, but it's not easy to talk to them because they aren't in our martial arts circle."
Perhaps because he runs a martial arts gym, the master now refers to himself as part of the martial arts circle when talking to others.
"Then should we meet them?" Zhang Feng, hearing that he knew people, had an idea. "Whether or not we can reach an agreement, as long as you can arrange a meeting, leave the rest to me."
Although Zhang Feng had never done business or attracted investment before,
he felt that it should be easier than killing dozens of monsters.
… …
The next day.
Evening, ten o'clock.
A private club in another part of the city, in a side hall.
Zhang Feng, wearing loose practice clothes, entered this very luxurious side hall with the master.
But though it was called a side hall, it was more like a council chamber.
Zhang Feng walked in and saw more than a dozen CEOs of varying ages sitting on the sofas around the large round table in the middle.
Several CEOs were standing beside them, not because their status was low, but simply because they wanted to stand.
At this moment, as Zhang Feng walked in,
they sized up Zhang Feng while looking at the master.
They had made time specifically for the master's invitation, out of respect for the master's deceased father.
In addition, the master had said that he would bring a master who 'could fight dozens of people' today.
Naturally, everyone was even more curious.
So curious that, besides themselves in the side hall, they had specifically brought a dozen bodyguards.
This wasn't to test Zhang Feng, but a subconscious way to protect their own safety.
Besides them, there were also a few people who didn't come because of dinner parties, not understanding the meaning of tonight, or simply not wanting to risk themselves.
"Greetings, brothers, sisters, uncles, and elders."
After entering, the master cupped his hands to everyone in greeting.
"Nephew, come and sit down."
"What did you call us here for?"
"This gentleman next to you is Zhang Feng, Master Zhang?"
"Yes." The master hurriedly introduced, "This is…"
"Zhang Feng." Zhang Feng glanced at them slightly and then looked at the bodyguards around him.
"I know you CEOs are all busy.
So, in order to not leave a bad impression of the master on you CEOs,
I'll make it short. Today, I want to ask you CEOs for investment.
I also know that everything is about profit."
As Zhang Feng spoke, he looked at the nearest CEO.
He was standing straight beside the sofa.
"I understand some medicine."
As Zhang Feng spoke, he walked directly towards him.
"Mr. Zhang." The two bodyguards next to the CEO politely reached out to stop him.
"What does he want to do?" Everyone was attracted by Zhang Feng's strange behavior.
Whoosh—
Zhang Feng gently reached out and shook off the two tall bodyguards, and before the CEO could react, he skillfully tapped his temple with his palm.
The CEO's head tilted, a little dazed, but then he looked at Zhang Feng in surprise and said, "My head isn't dizzy anymore?"
"It's not just dizziness."
Zhang Feng withdrew his hand and stood up straight. "When I saw you leaning, your pupils were shaking, it's otolith displacement.
It's already been reset, but it's best not to stay up late recently."
"He was just treating a disease?"
"Healed it in an instant?"
Everyone was dumbfounded, feeling that this treatment was too fast, as if it were a rehearsed script?
But they also knew that this dizzy CEO was a logistics tycoon in the province, and there was no need to act with them here.
After all, whether Zhang Feng was amazing or not, they would know after trying it.
They all had some physical discomfort to varying degrees.
Even if they were all comfortable, they still wanted to avoid getting sick in the future.
"Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking, but it's not this fast, right?" An old man stood up at this time, looking at Zhang Feng with inquiry and some anticipation,
"My leg has been a little problematic recently, Zhang Feng… Doctor Zhang, can you take a look?"
The old man understood a little medicine and could see that Zhang Feng seemed to have some skill.
As for whether he really did or not, he had to see for himself.
"Sit." Zhang Feng motioned for him to sit down, then sat beside him, searching and pinching through his pants, while using super-frequency resonance to strike the side of his calf bone.
"Common muscle strain." Zhang Feng patted several times, relaxing and repairing his injured muscles, then stood up and said, "There's also some inflammation, but it'll be fine with some medicinal patches.
Also, don't walk around for long periods of time in the next two days."
"So fast? Acupuncture isn't this miraculous, is it?" The old man moved his leg and found that it really didn't hurt anymore.
"A miracle doctor?"
"A miraculous healer!"
'Didn't they say Master Zhang was a fighter? How is he a miracle doctor?'
After seeing the old man show a surprised expression, everyone knew that Zhang Feng had cured another patient with a few moves.
Similarly, if Zhang Feng could fight, these CEOs might not care too much, at most they would just stay away, not wanting to risk themselves.
But if he could practice medicine and heal diseases, a miraculous healer, then this wasn't just amazing, but 'a good body is hard to buy for a thousand gold!'
For a time, all the CEOs looked at Zhang Feng with burning eyes.
After Zhang Feng treated the old man, he looked at the nearest CEO.
"This is CEO Xu." The master also excitedly introduced from the side, feeling that he had gained a lot of face!
"Mm." Zhang Feng nodded calmly, then looked at that person, "Next, CEO Xu."
"Yes… I'm CEO Xu!" CEO Xu hurriedly raised his hand and responded twice, then waved his hand in a panic and said, "No, no, no! Master Zhang, Brother Zhang! Just call me Little Xu!"
"CEO Xu is too polite." Zhang Feng shook his head and waved for him to come over.
CEO Xu trotted over, his face full of smiles, "Thank you, Brother Zhang!"
"I haven't treated you yet, don't be in such a hurry." As Zhang Feng spoke, he placed his palm against his chest, searching for bones in his front and back, and finally skillfully struck his left lung.
"Cough…" CEO Xu coughed, opening his mouth.
Zhang Feng looked at his tongue,
"You have internal injuries, deficiency of both heart and spleen qi and blood. You need to clear heat, remove irritability, and nourish blood.
I'll tell you the medicine, remember it."
"Okay! Okay!" CEO Xu quickly took out his phone and carefully listened to every word Zhang Feng said.
"Master Zhang!"
"Miracle Doctor Zhang!"
The other CEOs also didn't want to be outdone, raising their hands in place, wanting Miracle Doctor Zhang to prescribe medicine and treat them.
… …
An hour later.
"Take care, Master Zhang!"
"Master Zhang, if you have time another day, give me a call, I'll take you to sit at our company!"
"Miracle Doctor Zhang! Thank you! Thank you!"
"Brother Zhang, drive carefully!"
At this moment, at the entrance of the clubhouse, a group of CEOs with different temperaments stood in front of a business car, saying goodbye to Zhang Feng and the master.
Such a scene, and the smiling faces of this group of domineering presidents, also attracted the waiters in the clubhouse to watch, guessing which big shot was sitting in that business car.
At the same time.
Business car, back seat.
"Master Zhang! Amazing!" The master looked at Zhang Feng in amazement, not expecting Master Zhang to close the deal without drinking a single drop of wine.
A total of 300 million in funding!
The premise was that they could visit Zhang Feng's home when they were sick.
In addition, this 300 million was not just for seeing a doctor, but a new concept of 'big data martial arts'.
Plus, Zhang Feng, this Master Zhang who can fight and heal, was in charge.
The CEOs still had a lot of hope.
But the master was ultimately a businessman.
In order to lose as little money as possible and to prevent everyone's reputation from being ruined, he suggested:
"Master Zhang, this is what I'm thinking.
You see, we should buy the machines we need to buy.
But some larger facilities, those that are more expensive, the depreciation money every day is hundreds or thousands, flowing away.
So I'm thinking, why don't I contact people from other institutions?
For example, their institutions also have human testing projects, but they don't have as many machines as we do.
In this way, we can reach some deals with them.
If they can't test certain projects, they can send them to us, and then charge according to the number of times?"
"Okay." Zhang Feng completely agreed with this suggestion, "The more people who use it, the better, outsiders are also a part of big data martial arts."
If possible,
Zhang Feng actually hoped that everyone could use it for free.
But this requirement was obviously unreasonable.
However, Zhang Feng also had another consideration. If, after the first student cultivated resonance and this obviously incredible power,
then it was very likely that official personnel would contact him, and then it could be spread all over the world, forming a truly meaningful 'big data martial arts', maximizing efficiency.
But when they contacted him,
as long as Zhang Feng could open his spiritual sense and increase his physique to over 40, then he wouldn't need to care about anything complicated.
At that time,
Zhang Feng's only purpose was to spread big data martial arts all over the world, setting off a cultivation craze, and then profiting from it.
… …
In the following days, the CEOs were contacting familiar manufacturers or acquaintances they had contacted before, and began to equip the martial arts gym in 'Zhou City'.
Zhou City was the city where Zhang Feng was located.
The martial arts gym here was considered the first pilot project.
Unknowingly, seven days passed.
Zhang Feng was still practicing martial arts and teaching his disciples as usual.
However, many pieces of equipment had arrived at the gym one after another.
Then there was installation and debugging, and the imported ones also needed time to be delivered.
The funds came quickly, and the CEOs were generous.
It was just that it took some time to buy good goods, install them, and deliver them.
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