"Qiao Ze, you're actually this good at bargaining?!"
As they walked out of the glasses store, Su Mucheng's eyes truly turned into stars.
Although she really didn't care about the few hundred or thousand yuan, she had to admit that it was a skill indeed.
"Hmm?" Qiao Ze had intended to say that he actually couldn't bargain, but instead he said sothing else, "My dad passed away very early, and my mom raised , and she's not very good at making money."
Qiao Ze was not disdainful of expressing or outputting emotions, but he was not a fool in this regard, either.
Hormones don't secrete less because of high intelligence but are only minimally influenced when rationality is strong enough to completely suppress emotions.
So, of course, he could feel Su Mucheng's enthusiasm.
Although that wasn't off-putting, he still wanted to make the situation clear.
Because he could tell that Su Mucheng's family was probably very well-off.
"Wow! Then your mom must have had a hard ti! Oh... No wonder you are so thin..." Su Mucheng pouted again.
Qiao Ze was stunned for a mont, then shook his head and said, "Not to that extent, I had enough to eat."
"Then that's really amazing! If it had been my mom raising , I might have starved to death! I've never seen her make money, just spending it. Your mom is truly great, and she even raised you to be so smart! Can't wait to et your auntie soon!" Under the brilliant sunshine, Su Mucheng sincerely praised.
Qiao Ze nodded slightly, thinking if Lu Xiuxiu could hear this, she'd probably be very moved, wouldn't she?
And she would definitely say this girl is quite nice.
"Alright, alright, let's not talk about unhappy things! Let's be happy and go eat! I'm telling you, the roast mutton at that restaurant is super delicious! You have to try it later! Co on, I'll take you there!" After speaking, Su Mucheng naturally and cheerfully took Qiao Ze's hand.
In that instant, Su Mucheng felt she beca smarter!
Cool, so comfortable, and super secure.
...
While Qiao Ze was being taken by Su Mucheng to taste the super delicious roasted mutton leg, Li Jiangao was holed up in the office engrossed in studying Qiao Ze's paper.
Zhao had no martial ethics.
He had agreed to let him know after he finished talking with the dean.
But he didn't even get a call.
By the ti he went to look for the dean again, the man was gone.
Li Jiangao realized that Dean Xu might be avoiding him.
But it didn't matter.
He didn't care about being a day or half-day late; besides, Qiao Ze wrote his papers quickly...
He had no classes today, and the three graduate students he supervised had been like kites without strings, barely contacting him in the past week.
But in the School of Mathematics, this was nothing unusual.
Li Jiangao was happy to have the leisure and was staying in the office to edit and learn from Qiao Ze's paper.
Editing was mainly about getting the format right.
That he knew well and it was simple.
Learning was about filling in the severe omissions in Qiao Ze's paper.
This was truly a bit difficult...
Perhaps this was the train of thought of a genius; so proofs or calculations that he considered simple were entirely skipped, which really tested the reader's level.
Now, what Li Jiangao needed to do was to fill in these leaps in thinking as much as possible. For him, this was indeed a learning process.
And when he really settled down to work on this, he even found that his gains were trendous.
You should know that this draft paper is like a guide.
For example, with a complex system of equations, when you're not sure whether it has a solution, the first step is to determine that it has one if you want to solve it.
Now, the benefit lies in that if he fully believes that all the theorems and lemmas in Qiao Ze's paper are correct, he can skip this process and directly start pondering why these theorems and lemmas hold under those given conditions.
It just so happened that Li Jiangao entirely believed that Qiao Ze's paper had no major issues because subconsciously he had co to worship Qiao Ze's mathematical intuition.
It was truly incredible.
For those who already regarded mathematical research as their lifelong occupation, this kind of learning had beco a pleasure instead.
It was like having a cheat code.
From morning till now, Li Jiangao had drunk two cups of tea and had just figured out two proofs that Qiao Ze had omitted.
It turned out Qiao Ze was right, and he believed Qiao Ze was right!
It was just too satisfying, impossible to stop.
anwhile, upstairs in Zhao Guangyao's office, the elderly professor was losing his temper at his doctoral student.
"Is this the thesis you're submitting? The suggestions for revision I sent you, did you use them all as toilet paper?! I've told you a thousand tis over, research must be rigorous, rigorous! Look at what you've revised; it'd have been better if you hadn't revised at all!"
A young man in his late twenties, already beginning to show signs of a receding hairline, listened silently as his ntor ranted.
The fact that he didn't dare to breathe deeply only made Zhao Guangyao even angrier.
How could there be such a vast difference between people?
After following him for two or three years, this student still couldn't address a vector norm's geotric characterization properly.
If it had been him back in the day...
Well, when he was in Germany, it seed that his ntor used to scold him the sa way! And that German old man had quite a temper...
As this thought crossed his mind, Zhao Guangyao's anger finally began to subside, and he said in a softer tone, "Zhang Liwei, I don't want to say too much today.
You know the graduation requirents for a doctorate at the School of Mathematics, either four ordinary papers with at least one indexed by SCI; or at least one high-level academic paper published in an international academic journal indexed by SCI, with an impact factor above 4.0."
"You insisted on choosing the latter path against advice. Now, if you can't even get past , do you think you can get it published?"
"Boss, I..."
"Enough said!"
Zhao Guangyao waved his hand, looking at this student he once had high hopes for, and suddenly, an idea struck him, and he said involuntarily, "Take it back and revise it. If you really have no clue... um... the School has recently admitted a student who is now studying with the freshman mathematics foundation class. See if you can find a chance to consult with him privately."
"Huh?" Zhang Liwei was stunned, then felt utterly desolate.
Really, the random ranting from Zhao didn't hit as hard as this last sentence did.
To consult a freshman?
Is the boss trying to humiliate to death?
"What's with that look? Do you think Qiao Ze is an ordinary freshman? His... never mind! Anyway, I've shown you a clear path; whether you take it or not is up to you."
"But let tell you, if you actually go to consult with him, keep a low profile. Also, definitely do not use your real na, and don't say you are my student, in fact, don't ntion the ntor at all. If he agrees to give you guidance, there might still be so hope! Oh, say you were sent by Professor Li Jiangao."
"Besides, whatever he tells you, rember it and co back and report to exactly as it was!"
Zhao Guangyao instructed seriously, and after finishing, looking at Zhang Liwei's dazed face, he felt that his student might not be entirely reliable, so he added, "You can secretly record it on your phone."
Seeing Zhao Guangyao's earnest expression, Zhang Liwei froze again.
Is my ntor really being serious?
Not to use my real na, not to ntion my ntor...
Does my ntor really believe a freshman undergraduate could show the way? And what's with the recording?
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