Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Ark vows.

It was the first time he had heard such a strange request in his time in the United States.

Looking at Ricardo with a snotty nose and tears, the submarine consciousness asked.

“Was the prison meal so good in federal prison? ”

“It's not good...” Ricardo shook his head consciously, but then quickly changed his mouth and nodded happily, “No, no, no, it's delicious, please send me to jail! ”

Ark:????

Jericho:????

Grass grip, is this guy crazy?

Jericho looked nervously at Ricardo and had taken out his cell phone, ready to call the police.

As a native of the United States, he clearly knows more about the dangers of the mentally ill than the ark and how to deal with them.

However, the boat made a gesture against him, indicating that he did not have to do so.

“While I would like to help you…” Looking at Ricardo, the ark paused for a moment, somewhat helplessly, "you should be aware, however, that civil proceedings that have been dropped will not, in principle, be repeated by the court in the same case without supplementing the case. ”

After listening to the explanation of the ark, Ricardo's face was pale and he took two steps back, sitting on the street with his ass.

The security guard's hand moved away from the truncheon, and the passersby looked at him, but was even more confused and curious. Ricardo himself, looking pale, lowered his head and wondered what he was thinking.

The ark looked at him and sighed in his heart.

In fact, in combination with the consequences of the incident, and recalling Professor Sarott's exasperated expression, he probably guessed what Ricardo was afraid of.

In a sense, being mistaken for a double agent is often worse than being a commercial agent in the usual sense. Whether it's angry ExxonMobil or a stain on his career, it's enough for him to say goodbye to his profession.

However, even if what happened to him was sympathetic, the Ark would not be sorry for it.

There must be something hateful about the poor.

If he hadn't gone into ExxonMobil's arms with the data, what would it be?

If he leaves normally, in the situation of the old Dongjia, Ark may not introduce him from the academics and research institutes he knows to a few better places.

But unfortunately, not so much in the world if.

Just as no one will compensate ExxonMobil and Professor Stanley for their losses, someone has to bear the consequences...

……

Leaving behind the car's tail and taking the title of Professor Emeritus of Columbia University, the long-standing ark with Princeton, finally returned to this quiet town.

When Jericho stopped in front of the yard with his Ford Explorer open, the ark was warmly welcomed as it just pulled the suitcase out of the trunk.

“Professor, you're back at last.” The most exaggerated of these is undoubtedly Hardy, looking back at Professor Lu, the enthusiastic Brazilian boy said with joy, "We were still betting that you would just stay there... I knew you wouldn't leave us alone. ”

Ark laughed and couldn't help but warm his heart.

However, just as he was about to say something, Qin Yue patted Hadi's shoulder expressionlessly, spitting out only two words.

“Pay back. ”

“Oh, shit... can't you just wait a minute?” Haddie muttered, willing to bet on losing a picture of Franklin in Qin Yue's hand.

Looking at the two of them, Vera holding her little mouth, finally couldn't help but laugh.

Even Wei Wen, with a cold face, couldn't help but reveal Guan 'er's expression.

Only the face of the canoe gradually lost its smile.

He doesn't want to say anything but an MMP...

Let Jericho help himself park in the garage and the ark takes his suitcase into his cozy cabin.

However, as soon as he entered, he was stung and sneezed by the dust of the house.

Haven't lived in the house for two months, not even through the wind.

Obviously, there's no way to live here until it's completely cleaned up.

As for the kitchen, it certainly doesn't work either.

Considering that this may be the case at home, the Ark was originally intended to go to Ivy Club for lunch.

But, coincidentally, all five of his students were here, and he was the only one with Ivy Club membership, except Hardy.

Today's weather was not very hot, and Hardy put forward a proposal to roast meat on the lawn, which was immediately agreed upon by all.

So a group of people quickly moved out of the garage and dragged the barbecue stove and folding table from following the canoe, throwing a barbecue party on the lawn in a lively manner.

Sitting on the grass eating allegedly authentic Brazilian barbecue, drinking cold beer, the mood in the heart of the ark.

The party here, though not as luxurious as Manhattan Island, gave him a completely different kind of relaxation.

Indeed, he prefers to stay with his students.

At this time, Vera came to him with a plate.

After sitting beside him, the little girl chatted with him and then briefed him on her work for some time.

Including the teaching of mathematics classes over the past two months, including the performance of discipline quizzes, including the progress of research on topics speculated by Horn Valley…

After listening to Vera's debriefing, the ark nodded in praise of the location.

“Well done,” he gave her an encouraging look, laughing and continuing, “Remember what I said before? I told you you'd get used to the job. ”

Vera's face became slightly reddish, some embarrassed to move her gaze, speeding up her speech and continuing, "In addition, two letters were sent to your office while you were away. I took it for you from the mailroom and put it in the drawer on the right hand side of your desk. ”

The ark nodded with a smile: "I know, I'll be there tomorrow. ”

Upon his return from Columbia University, he not only needed one day to pack his bags, but more so to adjust his condition.

All day today, he had no plans to go to the Institute of Advanced Studies.

But once tomorrow, everything will be back on track...

……

Spend the whole day in leisure.

In the early morning of the following day, the Ark sent a report on the exchange of visits previously written at Columbia University to the Nassau Hall at Princeton University, followed by a visit to the Institute of Higher Studies.

Returning to the office for a long time, he sat on an ark in an office chair and took those two letters out of the drawer on his right.

An invitation was sent by the International Union of Mathematicians (IMU) regarding the International Congress of Mathematicians, held in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, on 1 August next year.

No surprise, he was invited by IMU to give a 60-minute report at the International Congress of Mathematicians.

Generally, the report will be divided into 45 minutes and 60 minutes. Not surprisingly, he may be the only Chinese citizenship scholar invited to give a 60-minute report at this International Congress of Mathematicians.

As for another letter, an unexpected look appeared on the face of the ark.

This letter came from Germany, drifting across the sea.

[Dear Mr. Ark, I apologize for interrupting your research in such a busy manner. We have done detailed research and analysis on your recent paper on "Theoretical Models of Electrochemical Interface Structures" in JACS, but there are still many questions...]

[… If time permits, we sincerely hope you will come to Europe. We will arrange a presentation for you, where scholars from all over the world will witness this great moment together.

[- Max Planck Institute of Condensed Physics]

Reading the letter from beginning to end, the look on the face of the ark was somewhat strange.

There is nothing wrong with this letter itself.

What he just doesn't understand is...

Why is the invitee the Institute of Condensed Physics?