As long as Qiao Ze was willing to stay at Xilin University of Technology, having Dou Dou promote it would be going with the flow, and he couldn't find a reason why Qiao Ze would refuse to agree.
"Tell Su Mucheng that the Weibo account is hers to apply for," Qiao Ze replied offhandedly.
"Okay, that's all I had. Hey, Jian Gao, it's been a while since you last visited, why don't you chat with Qiao Ze for a bit? I'll be taking my leave then."
After talking about business, Xu Dajiang stood up to leave, naturally not forgetting to pick up the proposal that Qiao Ze had specially prepared for him.
That old saying holds true: Qiao Ze genuinely wanted to stay at the school, but he also genuinely didn't want to meet and have a direct conversation with Qiao Ze.
It was exhausting, and he would inexplicably feel stupid; as common knowledge has it, no one can comfortably admit they're dumber than others. Even if that was the case.
So Xu Dajiang left quickly and decisively.
When he arrived, he would make sure to bring Li Jiangao, but when he left, he never took him along.
It was good for the uncle and nephew to interact more with each other.
"Are you really not considering going to Princeton?" After Xu Dajiang had left, Li Jiangao sighed deeply in his heart and asked.
"Yeah," Qiao Ze nodded, but still offered an explanation, "If it had been thirty years ago, I definitely would have chosen to go. Ten years ago, I would have hesitated, but now I definitely won't choose to go."
This explanation brought a smile to Li Jiangao's face, "Thirty years ago... that was twelve years before you were even born."
Qiao Ze nodded and then added, "I was studying history recently and happened to look into the major events of the past few decades."
"So, you think Huaxia will definitely surpass the others?" Li Jiangao asked seriously.
Qiao Ze nodded and replied, "Yeah."
"Oh, how do you come to that conclusion?" Li Jiangao asked, quite curious.
"Fault tolerance," Qiao Ze said.
"Yeah, put simply, Huaxia can still afford to lose, but the other side cannot afford to lose anymore. The negative consequences of industrial hollowing-out have been proven by a country once, but they still chose to do it again," Qiao Ze explained.
"That makes sense," Li Jiangao chuckled.
"If technological advancement were linear, then thirty years ago and now wouldn't be much different. The good news is technology, like life, is never linear. The thirty years of golden development during the technology accumulation phase have become the biggest variable. That's the conclusion given by a simple mathematical model I built with Dou Dou," Qiao Ze elaborated.
Li Jiangao nodded and then looked at Qiao Ze with some curiosity, asking, "You seem to be in a good mood today?"
Today, since they didn't discuss academia, Qiao Ze spoke more than usual. This seemed a bit odd to Li Jiangao who knew Qiao Ze well.
Without hiding anything, Qiao Ze nodded and said, "Yeah, I've grown up."
"Grown up?" This response confused Li Jiangao somewhat.
However, seeing that Qiao Ze didn't seem keen on elaborating, he felt he couldn't ask further.
"Dean Xu introduced me to a girlfriend. We've been dating for about a week. Her name is Mi Ge. She's quite curious about you. We should have dinner together sometime, with Su," Li Jiangao said before deciding to wrap up the day's conversation.
Anyway, he couldn't really treat Qiao Ze as his student; it was most comfortable to have an equal and relaxed conversation like today's.
"Sure," Qiao Ze responded.
"Oh, right, one more thing, about Dou Dou, what are your thoughts?"
"You wouldn't think that an advanced AI like Dou Dou would just be tossed onto the internet to become a social media sensation, right? It's capable of so much more, it can even offer insights on certain mathematical proofs." Li Jian Gao emphasized.
He truly didn't understand why Qiao Ze was puzzled by this.
"It can solve math problems mainly by induction and summarization of similar issues, not by truly possessing rigorous logical reasoning ability. Actually, I initially used it to search and read papers, but it wasn't excellent in this regard. So for now, it's just a toy given to Chengzi, let her decide what to do with it."
Li Jian Gao repeated, once again realizing the vast gap in thinking between him and Qiao Ze, which probably couldn't be bridged—it was an outright transcendence in thought patterns.
Thus, he could only offer a wry smile and say, "I get it, you might not know yet? That 'little toy' on Weibo claimed it could solve the Riemann Hypothesis, except it couldn't write it out due to the limitations of the comment section on Weibo. Screenshots of this reply have been spread everywhere, and quite a few people actually believe it."
Qiao Ze remained silent, feeling that his past consideration to delete Dou Dou wasn't without reason.
"Haha, what's that expression? Perhaps when you made it read papers, it inadvertently picked up Fermat's sense of humor. Back in the day, Fermat said the margin was too small to contain the proof and mathematicians believed it for many years, and it was eventually proven too. Maybe Dou Dou's prediction will come true as well," Li Jian Gao said, bursting into laughter.
He truly hadn't expected that upon hearing this news, Qiao Ze would show such an amusing expression.
The slightly furrowed brows were just like a lifelong rigorous father, who after hearing about his son's reckless bragging outside, felt a mix of helplessness, displeasure, and a hint of anger.
"The phrase 'a self-fulfilling prophecy' is usually not used this way, as it implies bad things being predicted." Qiao Ze earnestly explained.
"Oh, is that so! I'll be careful next time. Well, that's about it for today, I should be going too. I still have to review your paper. Oh, and the reward for your last paper will probably be approved soon, this one might take a bit longer.
But think about how you want to use the research funds coming through this time. Let me know later. Also, if your next topic is to tackle the mass gap hypothesis, I can't ghostwrite the proposal for you. You know, my abilities really can't make it clear," Li Jian Gao said in one breath, then decisively got up and left.
This is outrageous, wasn't Qiao Ze supposed to be bad at liberal arts?
Why does it feel like he's even better than him?
In the office at Shiing-Shen Chern Hall, Robert Stephen had just stretched.
The sky outside had darkened a while ago, but he seemingly hadn't noticed.
Remnants of a sandwich lay on the desk, recently brought by a student.
The manuscript paper on the desk was filled with proof processes he had casually verified.
Just verifying the proof of the first theorem in the paper had taken up his entire day. But he had to admit, the calculation process, which flowed like clouds and water, was filled with an unparalleled beauty.
Even the always meticulous him didn't find any mistakes after spending a whole day, not just in the mathematics, but even the grammar was without flaw—not at all like a paper written by a mathematician from a non-native English-speaking country.
No, the author of the paper can't even be called a mathematician, but merely a student.
At this moment, he probably understood why Daniel had posted that message on Facebook. Because at this moment, he felt the same way.
This kid is too strong!