Xiaoxiang Xingfu Hotel, Room 716, Qiao Ze is sitting in front of the computer surfing the Internet.
If Li Jiangao appeared behind the child at this time, he would probably find it weird.
Because at this time, Qiao Ze was concentrating on browsing the "Changjiang Scholars Award Program Application Conditions."
Domestic applicants for Distinguished Professors and Chair Professors must be under 45 years old, have demonstrable results, and be recognized as important achievements by peers at home and abroad, and have the ability to lead the development of the discipline... As for young scholars, they must be no more than 38 years old.
It doesn't seem that difficult.
Uncle Li should be less than 40 years old, right?
Qiao Ze thought to himself.
After reading it, he closed the web page and started searching for the selection criteria for Chinese academicians...
Individual applications are not accepted and a recommendation system is implemented?
And they can only be academicians or recognized national scientific groups.
These are just candidates, and there will be voting next.
In other words, no matter how many achievements you make, you can’t become an academician if no one nominates you?
The young man pursed his lips, sat there and began to think.
After a while, Qiao Ze opened his eyes and started searching again for "Academicians who have not been nominated for special promotion."
The result is that so-and-so failed to be elected as an academician several times, and so-and-so received some honors but failed to be elected as an academician...
Qiao Ze's expression became obviously dull, and he became unhappy, even a little angry.
He even subconsciously raised his hand to touch his chin, and then suddenly understood the reason why Uncle Li always talked about the importance of interpersonal communication.
So is this the real world that Uncle Li talked about?
Qiao Ze was very unconvinced.
So he put his hand on the keyboard again and quickly typed in the browser "Can I be an academician if I have made great contributions to the advancement of science in the world but no one has nominated me?"
The search engine gave a bunch of messy web pages, but after flipping through a few pages, Qiao Ze found a short answer to a similar question in the previous article on Knowhu.
The question is: "If I am 30 years old this year and have won two Nobel Prizes, can I be promoted to an academician as an exception?"
Gao Zan replied: "A thirty-year-old young man who can really win such an honor still cares about whether he can become an academician? You don't need to care about this at all, okay? According to your assumption, you have already won it twice when you are only thirty years old. You have won the Nobel Prize. No matter where you go, you are already treated like a chairperson. Even the academicians have to call you "big boss" when they see you. Do you understand? What makes you so reserved in your dreams? "
Gao Zan's second answer: "Believe me, if you can win two Nobel Prizes at the age of thirty, it is no longer a question of whether you want to be an academician or not. Someone will beg you to become an academician. In addition, don't Let’s talk about special cases. Remember that the questioner specifically stated that he was only thirty years old! I’m afraid you don’t understand the concept of winning two Nobel Prizes at the age of thirty, right? Let’s put it this way, academicians are also afraid of questions. He can slap them in the face with another Nobel Prize in his lifetime!"
After reading these two interesting answers, the corners of Qiao Ze's mouth raised slightly, and then he showed a knowing smile.
That said, there is always a way for things to work out.
If there is only one way to achieve a goal, and this way requires forcing yourself to do something you are not good at, it only means that you are not good enough.
So Qiao Ze once again confidently started searching for "how to win the Nobel Prize" on the web.
MMP!
It’s still a recommendation system…
But the good news is that if you really achieve great results, someone will definitely recommend it anonymously.
At least that's what the Internet says. Some scientists don't even know who recommended them.
At this moment, Qiao Ze suddenly felt sleepy. He looked at the time in the lower right corner of his laptop and found that it was indeed 10:25. So I immediately closed the computer, walked to the bathroom, washed myself briefly, then lay down directly on the bed and closed my eyes.
Within two minutes, I started snoring slightly...
It's half past ten, it's time to go to bed.
…
At ten o'clock in the evening, in Zhang Chunlei's room on the 11th floor, the busyness had just come to an end.
With the cooperation of seven professors, the data was finally obtained. Then Zhang Chunlei directly logged into his account and threw the configured program to the supercomputer of Jiangcheng University through filezilla. After configuring the parameters, the next step is to wait for notification of the supercomputing results.
As a professor who is the focus of the college's training, he is so willful that the Supercomputing Center has long reserved a special VIP channel for Zhang Chunlei, so he does not need to queue.
After finishing all this work, the professors seemed to have no interest in talking, but no one left, or whispered small words to the people around them, or looked at their mobile phones, and raised their heads to glance at Zhang Chunlei's computer from time to time.
In short, they are all silently looking forward to the final result.
This feeling is complicated.
Especially Li Jiangao.
Since I hope Qiao Ze's judgment is correct, this shows that this child really has an almost terrifying mathematical intuition.
He also felt that in today's situation, maybe it would be better for Qiao Ze to make a wrong judgment.
It is not known whether this child's unnatural situation will be a blessing or a curse in the future.
It's really tiring.
I wanted to go up and see Qiao Ze, but I was afraid that if I left at this time, I wouldn't be able to see the results immediately.
so tangled.
At this moment, Lu Xiuxiu, who was added today on WeChat, sent a message.
In fact, this was not the first time they chatted today. During dinner, Li Jiangao took a photo of Qiao Ze chatting happily with the professors and sent it to the mother, telling the mother that many university professors were very optimistic about her child. There was a wave of thanks in exchange.
"Professor Li, I'm sorry to disturb you. The child is asleep now, right? He is used to being at home. He will definitely go to bed at half past ten. It's unbeatable."
After seeing this news, Li Jiangao finally couldn't sit still, said hello to everyone, and decided to go back to the room to take a look.
At least the child should be taken to a room specially reserved for him.
When he opened the door, he saw Qiao Ze, who was already sleeping on the bed.
The child does not recognize the bed, but kicks the quilt.
Li Jiangao picked up the quilt that had been kicked aside and carefully covered Qiao Ze.
Although his movements were very gentle, Qiao Ze still opened his eyes when he met the child. Fortunately, when he saw it was him, he turned over and fell asleep again.
Li Jiangao let out a long breath, returned to the door, took out the other room card for Qiao Ze, then inserted the room card in his hand into the powered card slot, then opened the door gently and walked out of the room. He had no choice but to change rooms today.
At 11:23, he opened WeChat and replied to Lu Xiuxiu: "I just went to check on him. The child is already asleep. Don't think about it."
As a result, before he could wait for Lu Xiuxiu's reply, the phone rang.
As soon as the connection was connected, a harsh roar was heard: "Professor Li, what the hell! That kid's judgment was right! This is simply, simply, simply... Anyway, come here quickly."
"Dududu..."
Li Jiangao was a little stunned. Before he could say a word, this guy hung up the phone.
As for being so excited?
Just at this moment, WeChat sent a reply: "Thank you!"
Li Jiangao wanted to directly log out of WeChat, but after thinking about it, he quickly replied: "No need to thank me, Ms. Lu, your child is indeed a genius, maybe even a genius comparable to Newton and Einstein. From then on. From today on, what you should do is to be proud of him, not humble for him."
Of course he couldn't see that in an old family building about ten kilometers away from him in a straight line, a woman was holding a mobile phone and looking at the text in WeChat. Silently, the woman had tears streaming down her face.
