Reborn as the group's favorite, becoming the favorite of the rich boss

When Song Zhiyu's agent raised his hand and submitted all the materials, even the person presiding over the bidding meeting was stunned after seeing the materials and the bid amount.

Song Zhishu, who was sitting in front of the computer, took a sip of coffee, smiled slightly, turned off the computer, and finally started to busy himself with his own things.

“The data is wrong, or there is something wrong.”

This was the eighth time we had failed at this trial and error. The expressions on everyone's faces were disappointment, sadness, and discouragement at having failed. Although this kind of thing happened frequently, it was still hard to avoid feeling sad.

Jiang Qie saw everyone's expressions, but she didn't have time to feel sad. She said in a deep voice, "There is still a chance."

A cold voice pulled everyone out of their negative emotions. A girl standing next to Fang Ping said, "But we have already failed eight times. Based on past experience, eight times is enough to determine that this experiment has failed."

"Then let's not follow the previous situation. If we make eight mistakes, can't we try a ninth time? Then I will do it the ninth time." He turned to look at Weng Heqing and said firmly, "Professor Weng, I also participated in the final data compilation, so let me try again, the ninth time."

The laboratory was silent except for the beeping sound of the computer due to data errors.

No one is willing to give up. Every experiment has to go through many times of unwillingness before finally succeeding. Not only Jiang Qie is unwilling to give up, but everyone present is unwilling to give up.

Jiang Yu is a man who speaks his mind. This time he stands on Jiang Qie's side. "Professor Weng, let Consultant Jiang try once. He has already made eight mistakes. It doesn't matter if he tries again. We have plenty of time. Even if he makes a mistake, it is still experience. We won't lose anything."

Fang Ping also smiled and said, "Teacher, let's try again. I believe in you and Consultant Jiang. At worst, we'll make mistakes. Haven't we made enough mistakes? Isn't the purpose of doing experiments to make mistakes again and again and accumulate experience? Just like Jiang Yu said, we have plenty of time."

Weng Heqing looked at everyone's faces, nodded and said, "Okay, Miss Jiang, you come for the ninth time!"

Jiang Qie still started typing according to the data. Because he was using his left hand, and maybe because of the tense atmosphere, Jiang Qie's keyboard movements were not as fast as before.

"D96, C87, 10, 9, 4...." After the last set of data was entered, the Enter key was pressed and a progress bar began to appear on the computer screen.

30%

45%

56%

68%

80%

Everyone started to get nervous and held their breath. The closest time to success in the previous eight attempts was stuck at 80%, and this time it was here again.

The blue on the progress bar seemed to stop and no longer move forward, three seconds, 10 seconds.

"It seems that I failed again..."

"It's moving!" Jiang Yu looked at the progress bar on the computer excitedly, "82%!"

There is hope! These three words flashed through everyone's mind. Everyone watched intently, the progress bar changed little by little, and Jiang Qie's clenched hands became tighter and tighter.

90%

95%

97%

98%

99%

100%!

Program completed! Data is correct!

It seemed that everyone was not able to react to the eight big words displayed on the computer all of a sudden. Jiang Qi was also stunned for a moment. It was Jiang Yu who shouted first: "Success! Professor! We succeeded!"

"Wow!"

"Finally succeeded! Oh my God!"

"Finally I can sleep!"

Jiang Qie was awakened by the cheers of the people around her. She breathed a sigh of relief and loosened her clenched hands. Her palms were full of sweat and her shoulders felt a slight tingling pain. The sounds around her all told her that she had really succeeded!

Weng Heqing held Jiang Qie's left hand tightly and said with a sob, "Thank you, thank you. I was right. You have the best mathematical talent and logical thinking that I have ever seen in my many years of teaching. Jiang Qie, thank you."

It was clearly late autumn, but Jiang Qie felt his blood boiling. Looking at Weng Heqing, whose face was flushed with excitement, Jiang Qie's inner emotions were indescribable.

"On behalf of North City University, I welcome you in advance, Jiang Qie. I believe that your arrival will not only be the biggest rising star for North City University, but also for our country and the entire mathematics community. You will bring miracles and inject new life into the long river of mathematics that has been cut off for so many years!"

Jiang Qie was stunned. Weng Heqing's words could be said to have hit the deepest desire and ambition in her heart. This time, Jiang Qie smiled like never before, "Thank you, I will."

The cheers and shouts in the laboratory were so loud that even the students and teachers upstairs and downstairs couldn't help but stop.

"It looks like this is Professor Weng's laboratory again, right?"

"It should be. It's always like this, but this is the first time I've seen such a big commotion. Hey, young people, it's good to be a little enthusiastic. This is what students should be like."

The two female teachers nodded and walked into the classroom with smiles on their faces.

Song Zhiyu closed the computer, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyebrows.

The bidding results have come out, and the Song family successfully won the land in the new district.

"Awesome, that's really ruthless! Old Song, I underestimated you before. I finally understand why your father beat you to death when you chose to study medicine. If my son had such a good business talent but still chose to study medicine, I would be angry too!"

Before Xie Xianqing finished speaking, he received a glare and quickly said in a flattering tone, "No, I didn't say you are my son. Don't be angry. It's just 120 million. Although it is a small amount for you, you definitely can't afford it for the Lin family, which is at the end of its strength. So the things you did in the early stage were to waste their company's startup funds. You are so insidious. Does my sister Jiang Qi know your true face?"

Song Zhiyu ignored Xie Xianqing and looked at the message sent by the girl on his phone. The girl who didn't even smile when she won the bid was now visibly happy because of a text message.

Song Zhiyu curled his lips and said, "Get off the car, it's almost time."

The two men put on their military jackets and caps and got out of the car together.

"Doctor Song, thank you Doctor."

"Hello, Dr. Song, and good morning, Dr. Xie."

The two walked towards the general meeting room on the third floor at a steady and unhurried pace.

At the entrance of the general meeting room, two orderly soldiers with guns stood at the door. When they saw the two men, they saluted and said, "Doctor Song, Doctor Xie."

"Ah."

I pushed the door open and saw only a few people. "Doctor Song, Doctor Xie."

Song Zhiyu and Xie Xianqing have special identities. They are not only the two youngest chief physicians in history, but also directly under the highest level of national management. Of course, the most special thing is their family background. The Song family of Beicheng and the Xie family of Beicheng have had people in the military and politics since the last three generations, and they all hold important positions. They are both wealthy families and leading companies in the business world. So when they joined the army, it caused some controversy, but the two of them were really good at medicine, and their outstanding performance in the aid operation two years ago even won the military merit award. Gradually, there was no controversy, but more and more praise for the two.