895 Things Don“t Go According to Plan
Xiao Tong wasn’t the only one surprised at the popularity of her Econotrica thesis; Lu Zhou was also surprised. He had just returned to his hotown, preparing to cut off connection with the outside world and focus on solving Riemann’s hypothesis. However, before his holidays were even over, his mailbox was filled to the brim with emails.
So of them were sent from his old friends in Princeton, others were sent from people he didn’t know, but it seed like they were all scholars in the fields of macroeconomics and computational economics research. Many of them were quite famous.
These emails were how Lu Zhou found out that his mathematical model was gaining attention in the economics field. Apparently, there were several economics seminars held around the world regarding his mathematical model.
The general consensus of the economists aligned with Krugman’s viewpoints, which was that they all hoped that Lu Zhou could continue researching the Lu Bewley model and bring macroeconomics and computation economics to a higher place.
Unfortunately, Lu Zhou wasn’t interested.
In the beginning, Lu Zhou politely replied to the emails. But later on, more and more emails were coming on, so he asked Xiao Ai to handle them.
After that, Lu Zhou finally had so ti to continue researching his mathematical model, the “hyperelliptic curve analysis thod”.
The day before Chinese New Year, noon ti in London.
Xiao Tong was packing her bags while video calling Lu Zhou on WeChat. She told him about being invited to do a PhD under Krugman.
After Lu Zhou heard Xiao Tong’s exciting announcent, he paused for a second and said, “Xiao Tong.”
“Yeah?”
Xiao Tong was busy stuffing her clothes into her suitcase.
Lu Zhou paused for a second then continued, “Theoretically speaking, can an economics model... accurately predict the future?”
Lu Zhou nearly forgot what Krugman told him a couple of days ago, but Xiao Tong’s sudden ntion of Krugman made him rember what the Nobel Prize laureate had said to him.
Predicting the future...
Predicting future social activities and even macroeconomic political patterns...
Is that possible?
Xiao Tong paused for a second, tilted her head, and answered in a serious manner, “It’s not impossible... But the use of economics isn’t just for predicting.”
Lu Zhou: “Then what’s it for?”
“For efficient allocation of social resources... Or, I guess, developing a better future?”
Xiao Tong sounded a little uncertain. After all, she only received her master’s a month ago. She still had a long way to go.
“Oh, I see...”
Lu Zhou nodded thoughtfully and didn’t say anything.
Xiao Tong stared at the screen. Her brother seed to be contemplating, so she curiously asked, “Brother, aren’t you researching Riemann’s hypothesis? Why are you asking this?”
Suddenly, she happily asked, “Are you... interested in economics?”
“No, of course not, soone just asked an interesting question,” Lu Zhou said. He smiled and changed the subject. “Speaking of which, when are you coming back?”
Even though this could be an interesting research project, it wasn’t fascinating enough for Lu Zhou.
After all, the so-called predicting the future was nothing but a conjecture; even Professor Krugman wasn’t very confident when he ntioned it to Lu Zhou.
Of course, he would gladly use his quantum computer to try and predict future economic activities.
Of course, he wouldn’t use it to make money; it was purely to satisfy his curiosity...
Xiao Tong happily said, “I’m flying back tomorrow! I’ll land in Shanghai first, stay for two days, then take the train back ho!”
Lu Zhou nodded.
“Okay, we’ll talk when you get ho then... Oh yeah, do you have enough spending money?”
“Hey, I don’t need your money, I get paid handsoly for my HSBC consulting work, at least a lot higher than when you were working part-ti... Oh yeah, are you back ho already?”
Xiao Tong was a little immature, but she didn’t like to ask others for help, just like Lu Zhou.
Lu Zhou smiled and replied, “Yeah, I got here yesterday.”
“Ah, I’m so jealous... I’m going to get so lunch, talk to you later.”
“Okay, see you soon.”
After the video call ended, Lu Zhou looked at his watch and thought that his mom was going to ask him to eat dinner soon.
But just as he was about to get up and walk into the living room, a text bubble popped up on the lower right corner of his computer screen.
Xiao Ai: [Master, Xiao Ai received a special email. Shall Xiao Ai reply? ♪ (^ ∇ ^ *)]
Lu Zhou looked at the ssage and paused for a second.
“What do you an by special?”
Xiao Ai: [It ca from a woman nad Vera.]
Vera?
Lu Zhou paused for a second and said, “I’ll reply myself.”
[Okay!]
Lu Zhou was curious about how Xiao Ai was able to classify this email as special. The artificial retard seed to have gained so amount of emotional intelligence.
Just as Lu Zhou was about to open the email, he heard a knock on his door.
“Son, soone is looking for you.”
Lu Zhou rembered that he didn’t have any plans, so he asked, “Looking for ?”
“Yeah! You, apparently they’re from Jianghe University, all professors! One of them is an academician! They’re so polite; they waited outside and told to ask you first.”
His mother’s voice was full of joy.
Not only was her son a successful scholar, but her son was being visited by other “big na” scholars. How could she, as a mother, not feel ecstatic!
Not to ntion, Jianghe University was a famous university in Jiangling!
However, after hearing his mother’s words, Lu Zhou felt sothing was off.
He suddenly realized that it was unrealistic for him to avoid academia contact during the holidays.
“I guess things aren’t going according to plan...”
Xiao Ai: [(°ー° ??)]
Fang i: “Son?”
“Nothing, I’m coming.”
Lu Zhou stood up and walked toward the door.
Why do I feel like...
I’m not going to have a relaxing new year’s at all...
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