Lord of the Desert

Chapter 39
"The meaning here is..."

Wen Zhongguan read and reread the short proof process, and kept picking out some unclear points and asking them on the spot.

Hong Fan also kept no secrets and tried his best to explain for him.

But the more this was the case, the more contradictory feelings arose in Wen Zhongguan's heart—the Hong Fan's knowledge he felt was extremely mature and systematic.

This is really not like something that an unknown person can tinker with in his spare time.

"So this is all researched by you alone?"

Wen Zhongguan breathed out a long breath, raised his head and asked.

"Yes, I did it myself in my spare time."

Hong Fan replied calmly, without showing a trace of guilt.

Because he has been trying to solidify the knowledge he has learned since he was a freshman.

Even those theorems and lemmas that only need to know how to apply, he must be familiar enough to be able to prove them independently.

If this is not the case, it will not be possible to quickly stand out in subsequent work.

"It's amazing!"

Wen Zhongguan said in admiration.

"Not to mention this new theory, even the writing system you created yourself is extraordinary..."

He turned back and picked up the piece of paper that Hong Fan had written at the beginning, and read it carefully.

Although it cannot be said that its symbols and numbers are comprehensively superior to monitors, but its clarity and simplification are worth learning too much.

And this happens to be the best evidence of Hong Fan's "originality".

It's just that people who are outside the system can actually build a car behind closed doors to this point, which is really outrageous...

In any case, the truth trumps everything.

Wen Zhongguan and Qian Hong adhered to the principle of seeking truth from facts, and finally accepted the only possible explanation.

That is the eloquent and eloquent young man in front of him, who is truly a peerless genius.

"Does this theory have a name?"

Wen Zhongguan asked, pushed away the sundries, and carefully placed the two manuscripts flat in the center of the long table.

"Yes, I call it the Taylor formula."

Hong Fan was silent for a moment, and finally he was ashamed of plagiarism and gave his original name.

But unexpectedly, the two elders nodded when they heard the name.

"'Tai' means 'extreme, the most', and 'Le' can mean 'compulsion, persecution'."

While savoring, Wen Zhongguan stroked his beard and nodded.

"This method can be expanded infinitely, approaching the limit, and the name 'Taylor' does have some meaning."

[This TM is also okay? 】

Now it was Hong Fan who didn't know how to speak to each other.

"Master?"

On the other side, Qian Hong called out softly and gave an eager wink.

Wen Zhongguan naturally knew what the deputy meant.

"Mr. Hong, Wenmou would take the liberty to ask, are you willing to join Qi as a prisoner?"

He spoke suddenly.

"If you want, I can immediately give you the official status of a master craftsman, which is the same as Qian Hong."

"This is also the highest treatment I can give within my authority as a master."

Hong Fan was in a daze again.

He knew that there should be gains in this trip, but he didn't expect the gains to be so "straightforward".

As for Zhu and Jia, who were still trying to comprehend Taylor's formula, they were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

"Big, Master?"

Zhu Jingfu was born as a low-level craftsman. He worked as a prisoner in Liangzhou for seven or eight years before he was accepted as a disciple by Wenzhong Guanshi. He is now 25 years old, but he is only a ninth-grade craftsman.

And Qian Hong, who is a master of the eighth grade, is 38 years old this year.

This Hong Fan has a pretty face and looks like he is only seventeen or eighteen years old at most!

However, how did Zhu Jia and the others know that Wen Zhongguan and Qian Hong even felt that the master gave it lightly.

"What happened to Master?"

Qian Hong laughed.

"If there is no problem with this Taylor formula, at least you have to change the teacher!"

As he spoke, he cupped his hands to Hong Fan again, smiling very affectionately.

"Besides, Mr. Hong is so young, and his appearance is so handsome, it is unknown whether he will be appointed as the chief supervisor in the future!"

With the level of Wen and Qian, although it is impossible to independently judge that Hong Fan's proof is completely reliable, just from the part that can be understood, it is known that the value is extremely high.

So high that they might be promoted back to Xijing, the capital of the state, for their meritorious service!
"Big, big supervisor?"

This time it was Jia Ziyong who was so frightened that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.

"That's the third grade, higher than the county guard, and the general master of magnetic field can't compare..."

Zhu Jingfu whispered, and couldn't help looking Hong Fan up and down.

"Do you know what an egg? It takes a lot of brains to be a sheriff, and those who can update the Dao of Mathematics are rare!"

Qian Hong immediately dismissed it.

After a while, Hong Fan sorted out his thoughts and gave a reply: "I am the younger brother of Hong's family. I have been influenced by family training since I was a child, and I have been committed to practicing martial arts."

"As for numerology, it's just a hobby after practicing."

"It's not long since I broke through to the Penetration Realm, and I'm working in Zhu Yiqi, so it's really hard for me to serve two jobs at once."

As he spoke, he bowed slightly, apologizing for brushing off the other party's kindness.

Wen Zhongguan was not disappointed: "So you are worried about this."

Not only did he not feel offended by Hong Fan's thoughts, but he understood them very well.

Dahua Kyushu, martial arts has been the foundation for thousands of years, it is the standard, and it is the right way.

In comparison, no matter whether it is literature, policy theory or mathematics institutions, they can only wait.

As the saying goes, "one force breaks all laws".

In other words, Wen Zhongguan's persuasion just now is like the former coach encouraging top students to practice sports, and it is normal to be rejected.

"Young Master Hong, don't worry, the master craftsman I gave you doesn't have to perform routine duties."

He continued to raise the bar.

"You practice martial arts as usual, you only need to put as much effort into numerology as before; if you have any questions, you can always come to me or Qian Hong for discussion."

"In addition, except for the rank of the eighth grade, the master's salary of four hundred stones a year will be paid to you."

"There is only one thing—your Taylor's formula should be reported to the state under the name of my prison supervisor, Jin Haiqi."

Wen Zhongguan finished speaking in one breath.

But Qian Hongsheng was afraid that Hong Fan would be dissatisfied, and immediately added: "You don't have to worry about us stealing your achievements. The author's name is still yours, and it's just counted as the output of Jin Haiqi's supervision."

At the level of the eighth rank, with a salary of 200 taels of silver a year, there is no need to bear any responsibility...

The conditions have been given to this point, and it is not good to be picky any more.

"So much love, Hong Fan deserves it!"

Hong Fan sighed.

Wen Zhongguan heard the words and just laughed happily: "We are the richest in the world as a prison, and even the imperial government's state money points us to pay more profits every year. A little salary is nothing."

"Well, I'm going to handle the job formalities for you now."

Qian Hong said impatiently, as if he was afraid that the person in front of him would regret it.

"You check the deduction of Taylor's formula again, and annotate those new symbols, so that I can send it to the state for review as soon as possible."

Master Wen, who felt that his future had turned around, was also in a good mood, and patted Hong Fan on the shoulder, exhorting him.

The latter made one final request.

"Teacher, I hope that the supervisor of Qizuo will not disclose the news of my promotion to master."

He cupped his hands and said.

"Ah, I understand I understand!"

Wen Zhongguan responded immediately.

"You are afraid that after you become famous, there will be more people around you who will follow suit, right?"

"Hey, few of us like to waste time socializing."

On the other side, Qian Hong also felt synesthesia and nodded repeatedly.

No matter which era, most intellectuals who really like to study do not like to be disturbed by "blind streams".

In fact, the two misunderstood Hong Fan's intentions.

In fact, he was worried that becoming famous too quickly would ruin his old background.

After all, in the past 17 years, Aunt Liu, Hong Fu and others knew that there were not many sheets of paper in Hong Fan's house, and they had never spent time studying numerology.

PS: I have insufficient gastric motility, and I still can't do it after taking two morphine.

I was so uncomfortable that I couldn't sleep, so I just got up and updated first.

(End of this chapter)