"Listen to Lao Zhang, you have ever defeated artificial intelligence?"

"Yes, not really."

Yang Zheng responded with some modesty.

"How? Why not? The shopkeeper was clearly not satisfied with this answer.

"Sort of, because I've won twice against mediocre AI. No, it's because I don't have much chance of winning in the face of more powerful artificial intelligence. ”

Although Yang Zheng didn't want to keep mentioning the past, the man in front of him was the boss of his friend Lao Zhang, and in order to take care of Lao Zhang's face, he had to give what he thought was the most appropriate answer.

It seems that unconsciously, Yang Zheng inadvertently learned his own language art.

"You're being sincere." The shopkeeper was still satisfied with the answer.

"Do you think AI will replace humans?"

The shopkeeper inadvertently threw out a question that was fashionable and deep for him.

And when Yang Zheng heard this question, his first reaction was shock.

Although he often pondered this question, it was rarely asked.

"I don't think so." After Yang Zheng thought for a moment, he shook his head and gave the answer in his heart.

The shopkeeper didn't ask why, and he seemed satisfied with the answer.

"I don't think so."

……

It wasn't until half past nine that Yang Zheng had a place, he ordered two plates of home-cooked food and a bowl of rice, and hurriedly ate it.

There seem to be more and more people in the hotel, and several major Internet companies in the neighborhood have also left work.

What is different from the past is that the Internet giants, which originally provided free supper insurance taxi fares, are now offering much fewer benefits to their employees.

Originally, in his cognition, programmers in large factories with a monthly salary of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, their lives should be different from most ordinary people, but in fact, their daily lives are as frugal as most people.

If I didn't choose to start a business, but went to an Internet company for six or seven years, what would my life be like?

Thinking of this, Yang Zheng's eating speed gradually slowed down.

He seemed to be fantasizing about another life of his own, but soon, he smiled bitterly.

After all, he knows that everyone's life cannot be repeated, and the current life is his life.

All he can do is to cherish every minute and second of the present and improve his life that he lacks.

Unconsciously, next to Yang Zheng, there were also two programmers of the same age as him.

The two of them came together and ordered a total of three dishes, and they were not like most young people, who played on their mobile phones during meals and did not communicate.

Rather, they discussed issues related to work.

Although Yang Zheng has been leaving his job for a year, his previous work experience has accumulated a wealth of knowledge.

He just listened superficially, and found a loophole in the discussion between the two.

He hesitated, politely interrupted their conversation, and then expressed his opinion.

Listening to the correct answer in Yang Zheng's mouth, both of them were silent.

When Yang Zheng thought they would be angry, he didn't expect that in exchange for the gratitude and enthusiasm of the two.

They invited Yang Zheng to eat together, called for a few dishes, and then the problems of the two of them at work were thrown out one by one.

And Yang Zheng also patiently answered.

Although he is much worse than the rigid standard of academic qualifications required by programmers in large factories, he surpasses many ordinary grassroots programmers in terms of actual combat.

Under his explanation, these grassroots programmers with little practical experience suddenly opened their mouths.

They looked at Yang Zheng gratefully, and generously invited Yang Zheng to this meal, and then they exchanged contact information.

But Yang Zheng's face at this time was not very good, because when exchanging contact information, he found out that these programmers from large factories were actually programmers from his old employer.

I think back to the experience of playing chess and see software that day, and look back on the user experience of that day.

For a while, his heart was mixed.

He couldn't tell whether he was sad or happy when he looked at his old club who had achieved his goal at this time, and he couldn't tell what the future would be like if he left his old club at this time.

He seemed to be fantasizing again, fantasizing that if he hadn't offended the little leaders sent by the investors, would he have become better than he is now?

He sighed, looked at the two programmers who had left happily, and his heart settled again.

In any case, leaving his old employer, he has become a large Internet company, and he has his own life situation.

It seems that gains and losses can never be decided by one person.

Rather, it is determined by time and time.