The military-industrial scientific research system of the academic master.

Although he understood the whole story, it had no direct effect on improving Harold's current situation.

Unless he changes his research direction.

However, on the one hand, Harold was never willing to compromise due to academic infighting.

On the other hand, he had already spent too much sunk cost in the research of compact high-precision formats in the past few years, and had already made some progress.

If I change my research direction at this time, it would be a huge loss.

But if this continues, it's not a solution.

Originally, Harold had already contacted a material manufacturing company and was preparing to make a few display boards for attending an industry conference in the energy and power field.

But the result was that I was stuck on the most basic qualifications for attending the conference.

Of course, you can also spend some money to buy an admission ticket to attend this kind of conference.

But if you attend the meeting this way, you won’t even be able to enter the inner venue.

You can only try your luck in the outermost hall.

He himself can choose to be a nobody, but several students in the research group still need a chance to show up.

This is also what Harold is most worried about now.

If the first batch of students he taught failed to make it, his reputation in the education field would be in jeopardy.

"Boom boom boom——"

"Boom boom boom——"

"..."

Matthew Sane knocked on the door several times, but Harold didn't look up from behind the computer, so he walked into the office on his own.

"Professor... Professor?"

After being called twice in succession, Harold finally recovered from his loss and resentment.

"Oh... Matthew..."

He gently rubbed the corners of his eyes, which were a little sore due to lack of sleep in recent days:

"anything?"

Although Matthew was Harold's first disciple, he was only a graduate student after all and had no idea what had happened recently.

I just thought that my tutor had been busy with scientific research recently and didn't get enough rest.

"Professor, according to your request, I have summarized the main conclusions and core derivation process of our previous paper. Now even if we put them all on the same display board, it won't look too crowded..."

As he spoke he placed the laptop tucked under his arm in front of Harold and opened the lid.

A vertical strip of design is displayed on the screen.

Although there is a lot of content, it does not seem cluttered.

I even managed to squeeze in a few pictures.

It obviously took a lot of effort.

Seeing this scene, Harold's first reaction was to be stunned.

Then, a wave of guilt washed over him.

"Ugh……"

Harold sighed and wanted to tell the real situation, but for a moment he didn't know how to start.

Should I just say, "Our meeting schedule may have to be cancelled, and all your preparations during this period have been wasted"?

That's a bit too straightforward.

But if I don't tell you, this isn't something I can keep secret forever...

In fact, the fact that Harold's research was able to be approved and obtain start-up funding shows that at least someone is paying attention to this direction.

But the problem is that he doesn't have a platform to publicize his achievements.

After all, JCAS is just a very young journal from China.

And it's a hodgepodge of nature.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is something purely aimed at the academic community.

The business world rarely reads this type of journal.

Industry-related conferences are different.

For example, the energy and power conference he wanted to attend was sponsored by universities as well as well-known companies such as General Electric, Westinghouse, and Honeywell.

If you display your results on it, there is a high chance that you will be listed among these companies.

This is a great opportunity for both him and the entire research team.

But the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Harold even considered whether he should pay for an admission opportunity himself so that he could at least take his students to see the world.

Moreover, the outer field is also a formal meeting place after all.

Maybe some wealthy sponsor will take a fancy to her...

Matthew, who was standing opposite, saw Harold staring at the computer without saying anything, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous:

"Professor, this version of the plan...do you think there is anything that needs to be modified?"

The latter was so confused that he couldn't calm down and read the content carefully. In addition, he had lost some of his enthusiasm, so he nodded almost mechanically:

"That's enough."

“The display board format has to take into account that a large number of viewers just walk by, so it must be able to attract attention with simple elements such as pictures or keywords.”

"As long as you can make people stop by you, you are already halfway to success..."

Obviously, whether intentionally or unintentionally, Harold has begun to try to lower Matthew's psychological expectations.

In order to avoid too big a gap at that time.

The effect of these words was immediate.

Matthew's eyes, which had just lit up, suddenly dimmed:

"Then... doesn't that mean the effect will be very poor?"

Harold hesitated for a moment, then gave a noncommittal answer:

"For a conference like this, the best outcome would definitely be to go on stage and give a presentation... but there are limited places for this kind of opportunity, so basically you have to be invited..."

In fact, as early as the beginning of last year, the American Institute of Aeronautics and Astronautics asked him through private channels whether he was interested in giving a report at its annual meeting in December.

But at the last minute before the formal invitations were sent out, the theme of the entire annual meeting changed.

And the report naturally came to nothing...

Harold realized that his thoughts seemed to be drifting away again.

He told himself that at this point, recalling the past was of no use.

So he adjusted his mood and continued:

"However, as long as your research results are effective enough, there is always a chance that they will be noticed even if you set up a display board outside a crowded venue..."

As Harold spoke, he moved his office chair back behind his monitor and habitually opened the browser to check today's emails.

Seeing this, Matthew also turned off his computer, cheered himself up, turned around and prepared to leave the office.

but.

Just now.

Harold, who had just opened his mailbox, suddenly found an email from the official mailbox of Torch Group at the top of the inbox list.

As a researcher in the field of numerical computing, it was impossible for him not to have heard of this Chinese company.

In terms of comprehensive performance, the computational tool TORCH Multiphysics developed by it is still far ahead, and only a few competitors such as COMSOL can challenge it in some sub-areas such as CFD.

In fact, Harold was already a loyal user of TORCH Multiphysics before joining Ohio State University.

Therefore, he clicked on the email almost without thinking.

“Maybe it’s a recommended ad for a new version?”

While the page was loading, Harold was thinking:

He knew that next month, Torch Group would release the new 2.0 version of TORCH Multiphysics software.

The other party even planned to use this as an excuse to hold a conference on numerical algorithms and computational science.

You know, before this, although numerical computing had been put into practical application in many engineering fields, it was rarely regarded as an independent discipline.

Therefore, a conference with such a theme, especially one hosted by an industry leader like Torch Group, naturally attracted a lot of attention.

However, the meeting time will overlap with that of the energy and power report, and China is too far away from Ohio, so Harold only plans to pay attention to the other party's communiqué and related conference papers afterwards.

However, the email loaded much faster than Harold expected.

In less than half a second, the content appeared on the screen.

It's not an advertisement.

It was a short invitation.

Ask him if he is interested in traveling to Huaxia as a special guest on March 3 and 30 to attend the Numerical Algorithms and Computational Science Conference hosted by Torch Group.

If you are interested, you need to prepare an academic report of about 25-30 minutes in advance...

A trace of confusion flashed across Harold's bloodshot eyes.

At one point, he even suspected that he had not rested well for too long and that he was hallucinating.

But the English letters on the computer screen were extremely clear, not like an illusory scene in a dream...

"Special Guest……"

"academic report……"

"25-30 minutes..."

A few key words made Harold dizzy.

"Matthew!"

He leaned on the table, closed his eyes, took several deep breaths, and shouted to the outside at the top of his voice.

At this time, Matthew had just walked a few steps out of the office when he heard his name again, and it was an angry roar, which almost scared him to drop his laptop.

He hurried back to Harold's office.

"professor?"

"It's a display board...any questions?"

The latter waved his hand and motioned Matthew to sit on another chair next to him:

"Forget about Fxxking's board."

Harold opened his eyes again, and the pain and confusion in his eyes just now had completely disappeared.

All that remains is a determined gaze:

"Our chance has come."

"Ok?"

Matthew still didn't quite understand the situation.

"Together, let's expand the content on the display board into an academic report."

“The content must be substantial enough…”