Chapter 132: "Grain in Ear" This Song Is So Sexy (3/4)

Wednesday again, another eight a.m., good morning!

Who exactly invented "good morning"? Who the hell is doing well in the morning?

After a trip to Shanghai, Jiang Linyuan met Xiao Su's family and Department Head's family, and it already felt like things were close to talking marriage.

Talking marriage with Xiao Su, discussing nuptials with the Department Head, life is truly delightful.

Jiang Linyuan sat in the classroom, put on his earbuds, started the online lecture on his phone, and activated Overclocked Single-Jump Brain self-study, becoming a knowledge super-sponge.

Touch any bit of knowledge and he jumped, his brain twitching with excitement, pure bliss.

During the break, a guy sat down next to Jiang Linyuan:

"Are your earbuds leaking electricity? Why are you bobbing your head like that?"

Leaking electricity? Those were tears of remorse for the original Tao earbuds!

Let me think, isn't that my childhood pal Zhang Shuo!

We hadn't been in touch for so long, I almost forgot I still have male friends.

"I'm listening to class, it got me hyped."

Zhang Shuo nodded:

"I get that feeling in class sometimes, but most often I only get hyped when listening to music."

"What kind of music do you usually listen to? What gets you, an engineering guy, excited?"

Jiang Linyuan asked casually.

"Songs like 'Grain in Ear,'" Zhang Shuo thought for a moment and said.

"Isn't that a naughty song?" Jiang Linyuan said without looking up.

"Are we even talking about the same song?" Zhang Shuo asked.

"Why wouldn't we be?" Jiang Linyuan retorted, clearing his throat:

"Isn't it sung like this?"

"Whenever I think of you~ I go oh ho ho ho ho♡~!"

"Enough!"

Zhang Shuo jumped up, face twisted, cutting him off.

He wished he'd never heard "Grain in Ear" so he wouldn't be tainted! He was going to remove that song from his playlist right away!

"Let's talk business."

Zhang Shuo composed his face, still twisted from the trauma, and said:

"Recently I've been working on a project with a professor, but the college won't approve funding. He told me to find you. Can you help?"

Zhang Shuo was blunt, but that's Zhang Shuo for you.

Low-emotional-intelligence guy.

"Why find me? Don't you know my family background?" Jiang Linyuan said.

"I was wondering that too, but when the professor heard I knew a friend named Jiang Linyuan he insisted I come talk to you," Zhang Shuo replied.

Sigh, trying to be an ordinary person is so hard. It's cold out, and the Vice Principal secretly draped me in a Xingnan yellow robe again.

"What's the project? Tell me, I'll see if I can help," Jiang Linyuan said.

"An AI research model, focused on voice cloning."

"Give me an example?"

"Just give it a few minutes of audio, and it can perfectly replicate a voice. It can even adjust intonation and emotion."

"...Sounds tricky. Wouldn't you have to train a voice model yourself?"

Jiang Linyuan commented.

"No need. It's not unprecedented—there are similar AI models abroad. Some Hollywood film dubs use them to cut costs and improve efficiency."

Zhang Shuo spoke earnestly:

"Domestic AI in this area hasn't produced a breakout yet. We're heading toward that goal."

Jiang Linyuan felt the AI Zhang Shuo described had real potential commercially.

From short-video voiceovers and game dubbing to movie lines, the market is huge.

Maybe it won't match a real person in quality, but AI costs less!

Better than some actors who can only do one or two things.

You could say it's the best of the mediocre lot.

"How are your results so far? There are similar AIs online—you're not that different from them, right?"

Jiang Linyuan asked.

"We hit a technical snag."

Zhang Shuo sighed:

"Money ran out. The college really won't approve the funds; we've been paying out of pocket for a long time."

"You're confident in this AI?"

Jiang Linyuan asked again.

"Of course."

Zhang Shuo nodded confidently.

You can question his emotional intelligence, but not his smarts.

"Show me your AI later. If it's good, skip the college—I'll fund it. How about that?"

Jiang Linyuan thought for a moment.

It's 2024, and voice cloning AI is in a wild-growth phase, basically blue ocean territory.

I already have Wall Street Wolf, so money isn't a problem.

But having money isn't all—there's more to prove. This isn't abroad where money rules.

Surrounded by Shanghai Grandpa and Beijing Royalty types all the time, I need to flex a bit.

Once the initial capital is accumulated, it's time to become the streetlamp king, and this is a start!

The prodigal rich kid's daily life.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Shuo was confused.

"Send me your professor's contact. I'll talk to him."

Jiang Linyuan didn't explain, he just issued the request.

"Alright."

Zhang Shuo, though not understanding Jiang Linyuan, still gave him the professor's contact. After all, this was how he was since childhood; he's better at dealing with people than I am.

No need to worry too much.

Jiang Linyuan added the professor on WeChat, planning to later start a company and pull the professor over.

Do research? This project is funded by me, Jiang Duoyu! Come be my partner!

...

After class, Jiang Linyuan opened his phone. Songsong the Thief Saint was performing steadily, 99+ messages.

[Pine and Cypress likes sun hats]: "Senior, the weather is great today, come out and play with me!"

"Senior, I earned 500 yuan tutoring today!"

"Senior, why aren't you replying? Are you out with another girl again?"

"Senior, Little Sister Senior said you went to Shanghai, who did you go with?"

"Senior, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you!"

Looking at the flood of white light on the screen, honestly, it was a bit terrifying.

Yu Songsong didn't send long messages, just one-line messages after one-line. The mass of information felt like reading academic papers.

This Thief Saint is scary, a bit oppressive.

If she bullies me more she might secretly stab me in the back.

Jiang Linyuan thought for a moment; he really hadn't spent much time with the Thief Saint recently.

She was emotional and quick to react; if this continued, his life might be ruined.

For personal safety, he should humor her a bit. But they couldn't be too ambiguous; if he let her take advantage, what then?

Bring in a third party to balance things.

Xiao Su? No, she'd sneakily mess with it.

The Department Head? No, she'd never agree to something like that.

Xiao Yilin? Nah, she'd probably get hurt first.

Jiang Linyuan thought and finally made a decision.

Little sister, your brother's future happiness is in your hands!

[Young Ah Jiang]: Little sister, Brother has run into some trouble.

[Green Tea Lick Dog When Will You Die]: Say it.

Why did Haji Yao change his ID again?

"Come out, the three of us," Jiang Linyuan wrote.

"? What nonsense are you talking about?"

"About Yu Songsong. She's been making moves on me, you know."

On Jiang Zhiyao's side it showed "typing..." for several minutes, still "typing..." after a long time.

What is Haji Yao doing?

After waiting several minutes, he finally received a reply:

"This is your problem."

?

This isn't my little sister!

Jiang Linyuan froze in shock—who swapped out my sister?!

ps: Starting a business arc, won't write much, preparing conditions for the Crystal Palace