Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"I told you, Ron, this kind of algorithm can definitely not be done by one or two programmers. It requires very talented programmers to make a system that can monitor everyone to predict crimes. It is definitely not you or Your big friend with a brain full of muscles can handle it.”

It had been two weeks since the party at Toretto's house, and Ron had been thinking about the crime early warning system proposed by Hobbes, and finally couldn't help but call Peggy for consultation.

"Of course I know it's difficult. Don't ignore my Harvard University degree. At least I know a little bit about the program," Ron retorted dissatisfiedly: "Besides, this is just the big guy's idea, not mine."

"However, I have heard that someone is already doing research and development in this area. However, this algorithm must be based on a national-level information system, so it is very difficult. If you need it, I can send that person's information to you. I’ll give you the contact information.”

"What do I want him to do?" Ron smiled: "These are just Hobbes' thoughts. It has nothing to do with me. On the contrary, if one day his machine supervises me, I will still think about it." Way to break it."

"Yes, the idea of ​​this machine was unrealistic from the beginning. Everyone has a sinister side. No one wants to live under surveillance all the time, even if he never intends to do anything bad. etc……"

Peggy heard a harsh noise from Ron's phone: "What's that sound over there? It's so unpleasant."

"It's Sheldon," Ron said sorry into the phone, then turned around and yelled helplessly at Sheldon: "Sheldon, if you don't stop, I'll kill you and that freak of yours." Throw the musical instruments down the stairs together!"

"Hi! This is not a weird instrument. This is the theremin, the world's first electronic musical instrument. Here's a little interesting fact. The theremin was invented by the former Soviet physicist Lev Levy in 1919. Professor Thelmen discovered that Einstein was also in the audience when it was performed in public for the first time.”

Ron could only cover the microphone with his hand: "Dear Sheldon, believe me, no one except you will find this kind of thing interesting."

"How is that possible? When I told Amy this little story, she also found it interesting."

"Sorry, Peggy, it seems I have to deal with my troublesome brother first. I'll call you tomorrow. Goodbye." Ron hung up the phone and turned to Sheldon, his fierce eyes startling him. .

"Ron, Mom said you are not allowed to hit me! Besides, Amy really finds it interesting what I said. If you don't believe me, you can ask her."

Ron took several deep breaths, recalling his gentle and kind mother and funny and lovely grandmother, and finally stopped thinking about killing Sheldon: "Okay, I was wrong. Let me correct you. In this world, except for you and No one except Amy and the two weirdos would find this funny.

Sheldon, today is Friday, why don't you go and play with your friends? What have you been doing here with me? "

"The matter will start at noon today," Sheldon asked Ron when he saw him. He immediately threw away his Qi Men musical instrument and sat next to Ron, making him wonder if he had just made a wrong decision.

The noise of the strange musical instrument was gone, but the chatty version of Sheldon was online. Ron didn't know whether he was happy or sad for a moment.

"During lunch today, Leonard came up with a good idea to make money. He suggested that we work together to build an APP that can automatically recognize handwritten formulas and then calculate them quickly. In this way, as long as you take a photo of the formula with your smartphone, all the problems behind it will be solved. It’s easy to solve.”

"It sounds like a very smart idea, but are you sure this thing can make money? How many people are the audience for this kind of thing?" Ron expressed doubts.

"There are about thirty professors available in our university, but that's not important. What's important is that they collectively elected Leonard to be the leader of the project. Can you understand? Ron? It's actually Leonard. Nader!"

Sheldon shouted in disbelief: "It's Leonard! A mediocre person with no leadership skills!"

"To be honest, even though you don't want to believe it, I can understand their choice." Ron said empathetically, but his answer was met with a blank look by Sheldon.

"Is this why you got angry with them?"

"Of course not, how could I be such a naive person!" Sheldon said dissatisfied: "I even tried to lead them and lead them on the right track. I made all the interfaces and algorithms, but guess what? ?”

"They fired you."

"That's right," Sheldon said indignantly: "Can you imagine? They fired the person who has contributed the most to this project so far! In any company, such a person will definitely have his name engraved on a gold-plated plate. Hang it in the most conspicuous place in the company!”

"Maybe, but, Sheldon, this is just an interest group that you organized voluntarily, not a large multinational company. Your approach will make others feel less involved, and you should never put yourself above others. It seems that as long as you are the best, the collective power is the most powerful.

Just like your last physics knowledge competition, you formed a team with the cleaners, but were defeated by Leonard's team. Have you never thought about why? "

"But, I remember that you were like this in the army. A-Gump said that you always let them hide in the trenches, and then rushed up to kill one or several groups of enemies by yourself, and then took them back together."

Sheldon said strangely, and Ron was speechless for a moment after being exposed: "This is different. Can soldiers' things be the same as physicists' things? I do this because I alone can handle those things that only turn upward." Terrorists who can't even shoot down a bird, this... in short, this is different."

Ron forced himself to argue. If he thought about it carefully, Sheldon's words seemed to make sense. This seemed to be a common problem in the Cooper family. From George Sr. to George Jr., to Ron, and then to Sheldon, the men of the Cooper family They never seem to be the type to listen to advice.

In this regard, George Sr. may be a little better, but that's because Mary has enough aura, but on the football field, George Sr. is known as a tyrant godfather.

His deputy can only provide opinions, but only God knows whether the opinions can be adopted.

I understand, it’s not my fault that I am stubborn, it’s all caused by old George’s genes.

Right, that is it!