During the investigation of AT, Zhang Jing came from the west of the League District to the east.
The specific location is Cambridge, Boston, the city where Harvard University is located.
The beautiful big cock said that Professor Carsten Hermansson is a severe Asian discriminator and will not work in Xiangjiang under any circumstances.
'In any case, naturally including money.
Money can't move him, which makes Zhang Jing feel terrible.
Taking a taxi from the airport to school, I looked at the scenery outside the car window along the way. The streets were not as clean as I imagined, and the environment was not as good as I imagined.
to places.
The taxi stopped on the side of the road in front of one of Harvard's many campus gates.
Because it is just one of many school gates, the gate is not as grand as imagined, and even very ordinary.
There was a red brick wall with a small courtyard door. People were coming and going, but Zhang Jing walked in without seeing any security guards.
The old rule is to check in on Twitter, check in on Facebook, and tell your girlfriend his whereabouts.
Notifying one by one is too slow, so simple and convenient.
Putting down his phone and walking about twenty meters inside, Zhang Jing stopped a yellow-skinned, thin girl carrying a black schoolbag.
"Good afternoon," Zhang Jing greeted and asked, "Do you know how to get to Professor Carsten Hermansson's office?"
"Yes," the girl said enthusiastically, "I can take you there if you need it."
"I need it," I couldn't be polite here, Zhang Jing answered immediately, "Thank you very much."
The girl smiled slightly. She was about 1.7 meters tall and looked only about 80 pounds. She had a strong bones.
But she is a very optimistic girl.
"Follow me." The girl waved to Zhang Jing and turned around first.
Going deep into the school and walking between the college buildings, Zhang Jing took the initiative to chat and asked, "Where are you from?"
"People from Area D."
"Wow," Zhang Jing praised, "you are very good at studying."
"My grandparents, parents, and parents were all Harvard students, so they probably didn't care so much about my grades when they admitted me."
Zhang Jing gave a thumbs up and said, "We are all top academics in our family."
As for who the grandparents of the girl in front of him are, Zhang Jing doesn't care. There are many people from District D in the League District.
In certain neighborhoods, communities, and towns in some big cities, not only are their signboards in Chinese characters, but they also have newspapers in Chinese characters.
"By the way," the girl remembered something and reminded Zhang Jingdao, "Professor Carsten Hermansson is a donkey gangster;
It has always insisted on subdividing Asians and is very unfriendly to Asians, especially D-Americans. You must be mentally prepared. "
Zhang Jing nodded. He knew before coming that Harvard itself was quite radical.
It currently takes in almost no students from Zone D.
Even if you accept it, you still need to have experience studying abroad in other areas, or be a person from District D who has already obtained a green card.
Because of this incident, a serious international student from District D sued Harvard.
What I didn't expect was that I actually won and got into a prestigious school as I wished.
Thinking about things in his mind, Zhang Jing followed the female student into a teaching building and came to the door of an office on the second floor.
"This is Professor Carsten Hermansson's office," the female student reminded softly at the end, "I wish you success."
"Thanks."
While talking, Zhang Jing knocked on the door.
"Please come in." A middle-aged man's voice came from behind the door.
Zhang Jing opened the door and walked in.
"Hello Professor Carsten Hermansson, my name is Jack Zhang."
"I know," Carsten Hermansson sat behind his desk. He was less than fifty years old and wore thick glasses. "Is something wrong?"
"I have a friend who is investing in neural computers and needs your help."
"Hong Kong?"
Zhang Jing nodded.
"No," Professor Carsten Hermansson decisively refused, "The alliance area and D area are now in a competitive relationship. I will not help the enemy develop technology. Don't even think about it, just get out.
"
Zhang Jing corrected, "Science knows no borders."
"Science has national boundaries," Carsten Hermansson corrected Zhang Jing in reverse, "The alliance zone will always maintain an advantage over zone d."
"This has nothing to do with political governance," Zhang Jing explained. "What we are talking about is scientific research, working towards global social progress, reducing poverty, and benefiting mankind."
"Stop talking nonsense," Professor Carsten Hermansson waved his hand, "Anyway, I will not go to work in Xiangjiang, nor will I work for Asians."
Zhang Jing increased his bet, "A monthly salary of 100,000 yuan!"
One hundred thousand yuan is definitely a high salary. The annual salary of a medium-sized financial company is only 2 million yuan.
For ordinary professors, 200,000 yuan is an annual income, but Zhang Jing's monthly salary of 100,000 yuan is a big hammer.
really.
Professor Carsten Hermansson looked visibly stunned, but still shook his head, "No one can shake my patriotism."
Determined that he could not convince Carsten Hermansson, Zhang Jing left temporarily and would think of a solution when he went back.
Exit the office door.
He is about 1.7 meters tall and looks only about 80 pounds. He is still an Asian student with a strong backbone.
"Did you hit a wall?" the female student asked.
Zhang Jing nodded.
"My name is Xie Mi," the strong-minded Asian student introduced himself, "I am also a brain scientist;
Not counting animals, a total of 65 human brains have been opened. "
Zhang Jing looked at Xie Mi in surprise, and asked in disbelief, "You, a brain scientist?"
"Brain scientist-," Xie Mi pinched her fingers, "Lower it a little bit."
Looking at Xie Mi up close, Zhang Jing decided to throw her into the neural computer development team, even if she was a 'scientist-', it was better than nothing.
With a decision in his mind and fearing that the other party would be too proud, Zhang Jing said harshly, "One month probation period."
"Thank you, Boss Zhang," Xie Mi expressed her gratitude excitedly, "When will I start working?"
"Do you know me?" Zhang Jing asked, pointing to himself.
"Nightclub expert, rescuing people on the Doctor, playing homeless to recruit employees, shooting Internet celebrities, holding balanced bombs, and boxing matches in the ring," Xie Mi said with a happy smile on his face, "I already recognized you when you stopped me .”
Zhang Jing was speechless. The other labels were all good. "If you want to clean up the title of nightclub master, it may not be easy."
After adding Facebook friends, Zhang Jing sent the address to Xie Mi.
Seeing the place of work, Xie Mi looked happy, "I like Xiangjiang, this is good."
"Please work hard when you go there," Zhang Jing told new employees. "The project time is tight. If it succeeds, in addition to salary, you will get a good bonus."
The strong-willed Xie Mi likes Qian Dao, "It sounds tempting."
"Can you start now?" Zhang Jing emphasized, "For some reasons, the project time is short."
Money can make a fool of himself, so Xie Mi set out immediately.
Zhang Jing can't leave yet. He has to continue to think of ways to persuade Carsten Hermansson to go to Xiangjiang and join the development of neural computers.
The matter of the beautiful big cock must be resolved as soon as possible. It will be very bad if it is delayed to death. It contacted the previous store.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Jing checked into the Four Seasons Hotel near the school.
I just took a dip in the bathtub and a message came from Holsey Victoria, a young terrorist who I haven’t contacted for a while.
Invite Zhang Jing to her home for dinner.
The motive is obviously impure. In this case, should Zhang Jing go or not?
"Sir, please leave a mark here."
