Black Technology Research Center

Professor Edward really took great care of Fang Yuan.

See, even amidst his busy schedule, he was preparing the materials Fang Yuan needed to graduate early.

Of course, Fang Yuan wasn't a giant baby. Professor Edward had prepared the materials for him, but Fang Yuan still needed to handle the related procedures himself.

Compared to the matter of graduating early, just running some errands was something Fang Yuan could accept.

Anyway, after finishing those two papers, he didn't have much work on hand. At least, he could find the time to run errands.

Fang Yuan was quite surprised that Professor Edward had agreed to his request so readily.

After all, even if he completed all the procedures, after finishing this project, he would have been here for just over a year!

Fang Yuan had an unreal feeling. Was he really finishing his master's and doctoral studies so quickly?

This was simply unscientific!

To say nothing else, Fang Yuan believed that no one like him could be found in the entire MIT, completing both master's and doctoral degrees in a year.

He believed that MIT would never see a student like him again.

This was the result of a combination of favorable timing, geographical advantages, and personal connections.

Fang Yuan didn't know if another advisor would have allowed him to do this.

Even if his knowledge had reached the corresponding level, some advisors would still hold you back from graduating.

After all, where else could they find such cheap labor as students!

"Fang! I heard Professor Edward has agreed to your request to graduate early?" Mitchell greeted Fang Yuan with a rare smile when he saw him come in.

In the past year or so, Fang Yuan had hardly ever seen Mitchell smile.

Not to mention that Mitchell's smile was really ugly. He looked better when he kept a straight face!

"Yeah! Professor Edward agreed yesterday!" Fang Yuan was a little embarrassed to say anything, so he could only answer truthfully!

"Congratulations! It's only been a short time, and you're already graduating from MIT!" Mitchell said with emotion, before lowering his head and immersing himself in his work again.

Seeing that Mitchell didn't want to continue talking, Fang Yuan also threw himself into his work.

The module he and Mitchell were responsible for was basically finished, with only some finishing touches left.

Of course, this didn't mean that the entire project was about to be completed. The project was already more than halfway done.

After Mitchell and Fang Yuan completed the functions at hand, there was still some work that needed to be completed by the two of them.

But even so, these two were already the fastest in the entire project team.

And this was under the premise that Fang Yuan was "double-tasking."

He couldn't let this project affect his fundamental goal of improving his math level.

Although he hadn't been going to Professor Adam's office as often lately, that was only compared to before.

He was still a regular in Professor Adam's office, perhaps even the person who visited Professor Adam's office the most.

Twice a week, two hours each time.

Every time Fang Yuan came out of Professor Adam's office, he felt refreshed, and he walked with a straighter back than before!

On the contrary, Professor Adam would collapse on the sofa, covered in sweat, every time Fang Yuan left.

Don't get the wrong idea, Fang Yuan hadn't done anything excessive to Professor Adam. Recently, Fang Yuan's math level had reached the threshold of LV8.

The questions he asked were much more difficult than before, making Professor Adam's rusty brain a little slow to react.

"Fortunately, this kid has been coming less often lately, otherwise my old bones would be drained dry!" Professor Adam slumped on the sofa, looking at Fang Yuan who had just left, feeling very gratified.

Although this wasn't his student, he could be considered half his teacher.

Which teacher wouldn't be happy to see their student so outstanding?

He had reached the end of his life, but Fang Yuan's life had just begun, and judging from this, Fang Yuan would definitely be more outstanding than him in the future.

The regrets of his youth, he had no chance to make up for, but Fang Yuan should be able to fulfill his former dreams for him.

How could someone who could persist in the field of mathematics not have ambitions in their heart?

They all yearned for the laurel of the mathematics world, and at least once wanted to challenge the seven Millennium Prize Problems.

Success or failure was not important, what was important was that they had worked hard and had no regrets in their lives.

Professor Adam was no exception. His main research was the BSD conjecture. Of course, he was already very old when he challenged the BSD conjecture.

That's why Fang Yuan took the lead and proved the weak BSD conjecture first. In fact, when he saw Fang Yuan's paper proving the weak BSD conjecture, he understood one thing.

This world belonged to young people, not to an old man like him anymore.

This was not a blow, but a recognition of reality.

He had once enjoyed glory and received countless honors.

But now Professor Adam was like a veteran about to retire. Although he was experienced, it was not certain who would win if they really fought with real guns.

Especially after Fang Yuan came to ask him for advice, Professor Adam knew that this kid would definitely achieve the goal he had been pursuing.

Coincidentally, Fang Yuan was really about to prove the BSD conjecture.

If he didn't have to juggle two things, Fang Yuan would have already completed the proof of the BSD conjecture.

Let's put aside Fang Yuan's affairs for now. There are no waves on his side, and he will maintain this state until the project at hand in the artificial intelligence research group is completed.

Let's turn our attention to China. At this time near the end of the year, Kyushu Company began its second annual meeting.

At the last annual meeting, Kyushu was still a small startup company!

In just one year, Kyushu not only moved into a new office building, but also created one legend after another in the domestic market.

Now Kyushu has transformed from the previous white card to the current purple card.

Fang Yuan had already made it clear about the annual meeting at the last video conference.

Kyushu's profits this year were not particularly high. The main profit points were still the intelligent voice assistant Qoqo and the Kyushu system, which was put into use in the second half of the year.

Although the S language was more important, it had not yet brought any profits to Kyushu.

As the saying goes, the boss moves his mouth, and the people below run their legs off.

Li Tianqi and Liu Zhijun were supposed to relax near the end of the year.

Under Fang Yuan's instructions, they started to get busy again.

That's right, inspired by Fang's father, Fang Yuan decided not to play those empty games.

There was only one reward at the annual meeting, and that was real money, cough! What era is it? What real money do you want? RMB is more practical.

Now Liu Zhijun and Li Tianqi were running back and forth between major banks. This was not a small amount! Kyushu was not Fang's father.

Fang's father's main profit point was still the real estate industry. If he didn't have a lot of cash on hand at the end of the year, it simply wouldn't work.

Kyushu was different. As a pure internet company, cash was a very luxurious thing for them.

Okay, the most pitiful thing in Kyushu was the finance department. How long had it been since they had seen more than a million in cash?

In their eyes, what is money but a number! On the computer or mobile phone, you can spend money with a touch of your finger, and with another touch, the money comes back.

It is worth mentioning that Kyushu's attendance system and financial system were all completed by themselves. These technical personnel simply couldn't stay idle. After the Kyushu system went online, the members of the project team didn't need that many people at all.

Maintenance work was much simpler than development. A large part of the people spent nearly three months completing the entire office system.

This was the attendance system and financial system that Kyushu was using now.

The security was unquestionable, Kyushu system-level security.

Especially in the financial system, these technical personnel can be said to have used their lifelong skills to protect the financial system.

Let's put it this way, even the top hackers would have almost no chance of breaking through the defenses they had set up.

Even if they broke through, it would be useless. All the data was encrypted, and the encryption algorithm was created by Zhu Yong and the other leaders when they were chatting.

Don't think that it can be easily cracked. Fang Yuan once tried to crack the key, but gave up after studying it for a while.

Unless you know the corresponding public key, it is almost impossible to crack.

Okay, this year's Kyushu annual meeting can be said to be lively.

After a year of development, the company with less than a hundred people before has become the company with nearly a thousand people now.

Not only in Kyoto, Magic City, Haicheng and other first-tier cities, but also in northern provincial capitals such as Beihai and Liaodong, Kyushu plans to establish branches.

Li Tianqi and Liu Zhijun returned to the office with tired bodies.

Three days, and finally this matter was done. Next is Kyushu's carnival moment.

The two smiled at each other, they still liked the little boss like this.

Who wouldn't like money?

If one stack is not enough, then a pile.

They didn't believe that a pile of RMB was placed in front of you, and you wouldn't be moved.

No one can withstand such temptation, unless it is a saint in the world.

Even a sage couldn't resist such temptation after receiving a modern education.

Li Tianqi and Liu Zhijun were deeply aware of this.

They used to brag about not loving money, but when faced with such a fortune, they understood a simple truth.

Not loving money? That's only because there wasn't enough of it. Look at them now; they wish they could sleep on a pile of money.