This really calls for modesty.
He knew clearly that Zhang Hongcai's attempt to recruit was aimed at Qiao Ze.
Being valued by Yanbei University was simply a reflection of Qiao Ze's influence.
There's no need, truly no need.
Speaking of which, Li Jiangao really had thin skin.
Xu Dajiang had gone out of his way for him, arranging everything to the smallest detail, even to the extent of meddling in his match-making.
Even if he really desired to go to Yanbei University, he could not muster the face to do so.
Not to mention that now, his interest in teaching at Yanbei University was genuinely quite small.
The more resources a place accumulated, the more thoughts one had to divert from academics.
Better to stay quietly at Xilin doing some research.
Moreover, with Qiao Ze's personality prone to offending people, at Xilin, no matter whom he offended, it was still manageable. But if he offended someone in the Capital, it could become very troublesome.
Having heard this conversation, Zhang Hongcai looked at Qiao Ze with regret.
He had already lost hope.
If he couldn't persuade Li Jiangao, let alone Qiao Ze.
Actually, despite addressing Li Jiangao, Zhang Hongcai's peripheral vision had been watching Qiao Ze all along.
The young man hadn't even blinked.
It was apparent that Yanbei University's appeal to this young man was probably infinitely close to zero.
But then again, after all, he was someone who had been invited by Princeton.
Indeed, if compared with Princeton at the same time, the gap between Yanbei Mathematics Institute and Xilin University of Technology School of Mathematics didn't seem so significant.
"Sigh..." Zhang Hongcai sighed deeply before withdrawing his gaze, once more glancing at the formulae on Qiao Ze's PPT on the computer screen, feeling a waning interest.
It really wasn't very intriguing to him, having departed from his field of research, without a complete proof to follow, he also couldn't understand it very well.
Of course, there were also gains; at least he roughly understood the level of tomorrow's presentation would be quite high.
"Well then, it's getting late, so I'll take my leave now. Professor Li, it's impossible to understand all this in one night, especially the content that deviates from the actual paper. If it's not our field of research, we also can't know if it's right or wrong. But a presentation, after all, is just about sharing new research directions with everyone. I believe it will definitely be successful."
Zhang Hongcai forced a smile.
Li Jian Gao nodded, having lost interest in tomorrow's presentation, and was instead pondering a possibility.
He casually said, "Then let me see you out."
"Ah, Professor Li, there's no need for you to personally see me out; I'll do it. Oh, and Professor Zhang, do you need me to call you a car?" Yu Chenggong said cheerfully, putting down the teapot and standing next to Zhang Hongcai.
Without waiting for Zhang Hongcai to offer a word of courtesy, Yu stood beside him, ready to see him out.
Zhang Hongcai glared at Yu Chenggong and said, "No need, I could use the walk. Professor Li, you don't have to see me out either. Speaking of which, I haven't yet had the chance to offer you my hospitality. Let's have lunch tomorrow noon, our school's Professor Xu has been hoping to meet Qiao Ze."
"Okay, then thank you, Professor Zhang." Li Jian Gao didn't insist.
"I'll still escort you a few steps, at least to the hotel's entrance." Yu Chenggong insisted stubbornly, following him out.
So Li Jian Gao watched as Yu Chenggong and Zhang Hongcai walked down the corridor, and only then did he close the door, looking earnestly at Qiao Ze and asked, "Qiao Ze, do you really already have the proof for the existence of a general solution to the Yang-Mills Equations?"
This was something he truly didn't understand, but no matter, there weren't many in the world who did.
Then he saw Qiao Ze nod nonchalantly.