He was completely taken aback by the achievements Qiao Ze had made in just a few short years.
It didn't seem like much until one started to tally it up, and suddenly Li Jian Gao began to wonder if Qiao Ze's fortune was enough to compete with the standards of the world's richest person. He even questioned whether the actual world's richest person could amass more funds in the same amount of time as Qiao Ze.
After all, although those people were rich, their expenditures were massive: private jets, yachts, estates, castles, and various services catering to the wealthy all required a huge outlay to maintain.
In comparison, Qiao Ze's spending was almost non-existent.
Thinking back to the first time he saw Qiao Ze, when the young fellow was concerned about how to secure the one million US Dollar prize from the Clay Institute for his livelihood, Li Jian Gao felt this world was indeed filled with a sense of humor about life.
Had he seriously discussed with Qiao Ze, who had clearly begun to show his genius, on how to get that one million?
Finally, with his mind in turmoil, Li Jian Gao arrived at the Xiyuan Community.
Glancing up, he saw the warm light shining from the living room window on the fourth floor, and he exhaled a long breath unconsciously, a satisfied smile creeping across his lips.
Forget it, I don't want to think anymore, I should go home and spend time with my wife.
Having not returned home for dinner again today, Mi Ge must be full of complaints, right?
But thinking that he still had to polish Qiao Ze's paper tonight, well, Mi Ge would probably understand.
Meanwhile, Qiao Ze and Su Mucheng were also sitting in the car on their way home.
Today, it was Lv Bei who was driving.
They had no choice; Qiao Ze's security level was very high. In fact, since the material model had been developed, Qiao Ze's security level had been rising steadily. Even though the trip from school to home was just a few kilometers and the road wasn't busy, they still arranged a three-car escort.
The reason Lv Bei, despite a few blunders, always kept his job was mainly due to his strong work capabilities and attention to detail.
The biggest pressure in the security business is that the margin for error is virtually zero.
Any small flaw could lead to irreversible consequences.
Not to mention, deep down, Lv Bei felt that not even a single hair of Qiao Ze's should be deemed less important than him.
This had nothing to do with class hierarchy or personal nobility; it was purely about the overwhelming contribution to the advancement of human civilization.
It was like the Goldbach conjecture they discussed today, which Lv Bei remembered his elementary school language arts teacher mentioning to inspire them to study hard, telling them a story about Chen.
Lv Bei even remembered the teacher's exact words: "Elementary students all know that 1+1 equals 2, but almost no one knows why 1+1 equals 2. To prove this problem, Chen had to pile up draft papers as high as a three-story building. This problem is the historically famous Goldbach Conjecture."
Truth be told, that talk had deeply moved him at the time.
Elementary students, of course, couldn't understand such profound theory, let alone in that era when whatever the teacher said was the absolute truth.
The pity was that, even though he was moved, what he wasn't capable of learning, he still couldn't learn.
Lv Bei didn't even bother looking for excuses in the poor quality of rural schools; it was simply because of his blockhead.
To this day, he still remembered being dominated by the fear of those caretakers who had to deal with the chickens and rabbits in the same cage and the attendants who had to fill and store water at the same time.
He couldn't make sense of it, not at all.
This was also the reason he chose to enlist right after high school.
Thankfully, heaven is fair, and though he wasn't given a sufficiently clever brain, he was graced with excellent physical condition and coordination skills. Whether it was with military weapons, physical fitness, or various combat competitions, his performance was quite good, which led to his current circumstances.
And now that he was in this position, being less bright actually became an advantage.
Because of his severe lack of confidence in his own IQ, Lv Bei would always meticulously check each stage of the work before carrying out his duties, seriously considering the advice of smarter people, and being very careful in his work, never getting arrogant over successfully completing numerous tasks.
This was probably another reason why Lv Bei admired Qiao Ze immensely.
His job nature meant he encountered Qiao Ze's manuscripts daily.
What can I say? It feels like the gap between people can't possibly be this huge, can it? He had at least finished high school and was literate, but those numbers and symbols on the manuscripts, not only was he unable to understand them together, but he couldn't even recognize them all separately.
They say Qiao Ze went through high school in a state that was half studying, half taking leave.
What's scarier is that those indecipherable numbers and symbols somehow turned into Dou Dou, into the material model...
Lv Bei felt this wasn't mathematics or physics; this was outright magic.
In short, it was beyond the limit of his imagination.
The content of the couple's conversation in the back seat at the moment also left him unable to comment, and many times he didn't even know who was the student and who was the mentor between Li Jian Gao and Qiao Ze.
"Qiao, are you having Li revise the paper so that he can be credited as a co-author?"
"Oh? There's another reason?"
"Li always lacks confidence. He thinks superspiral algebra is too hard and he's too old to delve deep into this theory, but I don't think it's that difficult. Pursuing Group Theory alone doesn't have much of a future anymore. Revising the paper might pique his interest in superspiral algebra. It's only right to credit him after the revision."
The explanation Qiao Ze provided clearly differed somewhat from what Xu Dajiang had thought, but it wasn't far off.