Thinking about what Qiao Ze had said to him, Xu Dajiang felt there was no need to embarrass himself further.
"Alright, Professor Qiao is great, but his personality is indeed not very sociable. Anyway, while you're staying at Xilin, you must help Professor Qiao finish the related work properly. This ti, the higher-ups are considering appointing an academician specializing in mathematics as the president, hoping to better coordinate with Qiao Ze to improve the school. Later, you'll need to act as a communication bridge between the school and Professor Qiao."
Chen Yuanzhi concluded with a smile.
Just looking at his expression, Xu Dajiang could be sure that the job arranged for Chen Yuanzhi this ti was undoubtedly satisfying.
Could it be that he's going straight to Deputy Minister?
"Relax, as long as I'm staying at Xilin, it'll be fine. If you can't trust others, surely you can trust , right, Minister Chen?"
"Hmm... Wait, what are you saying? How old are you to still play these little tricks all day? Hurry up and get to work." Originally smiling, Chen Yuanzhi suddenly changed his expression after realizing what was being said, glaring at Xu Dajiang and standing up to usher him out.
"Ah, it looks like it's really just a lateral transfer! President Chen, this ti you've hit the jackpot—going straight from the school to the ministry. In the future, when you attend etings in the Capital, make sure you take care of !"
"Okay, okay, stop dawdling here! Day in and day out..."
...
Getting booted out of the office by Chen Yuanzhi, Xu Dajiang walked out of the administration building, touched his chin, and thought for a while. He decided he still needed to pay a visit to Xilin Mathematical Research Institute.
This change of presidents at the school… It wouldn't have mattered if he didn't know, but since he did, he absolutely should inform Qiao Ze about it.
Just like Chen Yuanzhi said, he needed to be considerate.
Making his way smoothly to the research institute's building, he imdiately noticed that the place was busier than before—a lot livelier.
He happened to catch sight of two young mathematics professors carrying books and enthusiastically discussing this year's Nobel Prize as they headed upstairs.
Qiao Ze had a private elevator that went directly to the eighth floor, but Xu couldn't use it. After all, he didn't have a workstation on the eighth floor. Hence, he had to take the regular elevator like everyone else, first up to the seventh floor, register, and then head to the eighth.
"See, I wasn't wrong, was I? This ti coming to Xilin was absolutely the right choice! Think about it, we just arrived, and Professor Qiao already scooped up two Nobel prizes. What do you call that? Witnessing history! Could you have witnessed sothing like this at Yanbei?"
Ha, remarkable. Randomly bump into just two people, and they're both poached from Yanbei University.
Xu Dajiang thought to himself, a sense of pride rising spontaneously, and he felt quite pleased.
Although the Xilin University of Technology School of Mathematics and Yanbei University School of Mathematics were still collaborating, that didn't stop the normal flow of talent between the two.
People aspire to climb higher; water flows to lower places.
If Xilin's talent siphoning effect continued for another two years, Huaxia's university landscape might indeed achieve the "one super, two strong" configuration.
After all, what kind of "super university" can't even retain young talent? Am I right?
"Ahem, Teacher Xin, you've been harping about this all day. Let's focus on who we should ask to catch up tonight. We ca late; Professor Han's lectures have already been going on for three days. Don't you find it hard to keep up?"
"As if you need to say that. I've already reached out to Professor Xu. He told if there's anything we don't understand, we can go to him anyti for mutual progress."
"Really?"
"Seriously! Would I lie to you about this? Relax."
Xu Dajiang smirked to himself. Indeed, wherever there are lots of people, the sa story of clustering starts playing out automatically.
He'd reviewed the recruitnt data from this ti—apparently, Yanbei University sent over more than twenty people, and Huaqing had about the sa.
Actually, Xu Dajiang wanted to continue listening to their chit-chat, but unfortunately, the elevator stopped at the third-floor classrooms shortly thereafter, and they left.
When the elevator was down to just him, a thought struck Xu: Could research institutes managed by artificial intelligence solve issues with small cliques?
Hmm, or maybe he could collaborate with the Managent Institute to do a project specifically on the feasibility of artificial intelligence intervening in organizational managent. Xilin Mathematical Research Institute would make an ideal case study.
If Xilin Mathematical Research Institute alone wasn't a sufficient sample size, Dou Dou still managed the entire Deep Ocean Cluster's upstream and downstream supply chain. The sampling scope would be broad enough, and maybe they could produce so aningful results—perhaps even pave a road for future widespread adoption of AI in managent technology.
At this mont, Xu's ideas were quite simple: The school's future developnt cannot be solely reliant on Qiao Ze's considerations.
A veteran like him should also play an active role—like leveraging this reform opportunity to establish an artificial intelligence managent curriculum at the Managent Institute, perhaps?
Mulling over this, he made his way to the eighth floor with his "old-tir" air, completed the registration, greeted Li Chengze who worked nearby, and arrived at the door of Qiao Ze's office. Before entering, he could hear the voice of Su Mucheng chatting inside.
Xu couldn't help but smile. Having Su Mucheng around always brought a sense of comfort.
This feeling had never changed.
Every ti he t Qiao Ze, if Su Mucheng was present, the prodigy seed more human—his gaze wasn't so sharp, his tone softened, and he beca less stiff.
Raising a hand, Xu knocked on the door. Su Mucheng's bright voice was as pleasing as ever.
"Please co in. Oh, Dean Xu, you're here! Have a seat. Would you like so tea?"
"No, no, don't bother yourself," Xu replied with a smile.
"Dean Xu, don't be polite. I'll go ask Li if he has any good tea leaves." With that, Su Mucheng stepped out of Qiao Ze's office with quick, cheerful steps.
There was no denying it—the young girl was increasingly adept at handling people and situations. With her around, Qiao Ze probably offended half as many people.
Chuckling to himself, Xu sat down on the sofa, glanced at Qiao Ze, who happened to look back at him, frowned slightly, and said, "Ah, what a pity. The Nobel Prize directly awarded two this ti. Looks like they're genuinely intimidated by our Qiaoze Natural Science Award."
Qiao Ze casually replied, "It's fine. Catching up always takes so ti."
Then he cast a sidelong glance at Xu.
Xu could see the hint of puzzlent in Qiao's eyes—probably wondering whether he'd co all this way just for that.
Truthfully, Xu didn't want Qiao Ze to think he had too much free ti, so he quickly moved on to the main topic: "Actually, I ca to tell you sothing. President Chen might be taking up a new post soon, and the school will be changing presidents."
"Oh, I know," Qiao replied casually again.
This response surprised Xu—weren't Chen Yuanzhi and Qiao not that close?
"Huh? Did President Chen specifically tell you?"
"No. Before the personnel appointnts, they solicited my opinion."
Xu was montarily speechless.
Wow—consulting Qiao Ze for input on school personnel appointnts? The higher-ups were really thorough with this.
"I see... Um... So, who's taking over as the new president?"
"Academician Zhang Mingrui," Qiao responded.
"It's him!" Xu exclaid, instantly understanding.
This was the newly elected mber of the Departnt of Mathematics and Physics presidium, currently serving as the director of the Mathematical Research Institute under the Science Academy. For him to co to Xilin University of Technology as president truly showed the esteem in which Xilin was held.
But then, a pang of bitterness.
All his hard work for the developnt of Xilin's School of Mathematics, and yet they'd kept this from him.
The worst part was that he'd thought he could inform Qiao Ze as a favor—but turns out, even the appointnt of a new president had already been discussed with Qiao Ze beforehand. From his attitude, Qiao clearly didn't care much about who the president was.
Then again, it made sense—it didn't matter who beca president, they'd still have to accommodate Qiao Ze.
This world felt far too pragmatic sotis.
It was frustrating that an old-tir like him had to be kept in the dark while the young prodigy was fully in the loop. It stung.
Even more frustrating was the slightly puzzled tone in which Qiao Ze asked, "You ca all the way just to tell this?"
Xu imdiately felt a bit embarrassed and straightened his expression: "Of course not. Mainly, I suddenly thought—should we collaborate with the Managent Institute and have them do a project on artificial intelligence managent studies? If we achieve results, this might be a future direction for employnt. What do you think?"
"Hmm, you can discuss this directly with Dou Dou," Qiao acknowledged with a nod, and Xu exhaled in relief.
See? This proves that as dean of a super university's School of Mathematics, he still knows his stuff.
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