Rebirth 09: Synthetic Male God

Chapter 353

Boston, Cambridge, USA.

As a world-renowned "university town", many well-known universities are located here, the most famous of which are Harvard and MIT.

Of course, universities are just carriers. In addition to talents, universities are also gathering places for many other things.

Such as cutting-edge technology, such as money, such as power.

Zhang Richeng walked into a street cafe. There were business people in suits and leather shoes, as well as college students wearing ordinary hoodies.

After a while, he found his target in a corner of the coffee shop.

"Nair, long time no see."

A white woman about 30 years old smiled and said hello.

"It hasn't been that long, Zhang. I must have worn something too ordinary at the last dance, so I didn't let you remember it."

Zhang Richeng was no stranger to this coffee shop. He casually ordered a cup of espresso and then said, "I didn't even remember what I was wearing to the dance. Of course, no one cared."

"Zhang, you attract attention wherever you go."

Zhang Il-sung just smiled politely at the white woman's intimate chat.

Even though this woman's charm is still there, she is a rare person among white women who still retains her charm after the age of 30.

Nair serves a foundation, an N*O organization, or both, and his background is very complex.

However, in Zhang Richeng's view, one word in Chinese can be highly summarized.

"Lobbyist".

She spends most of the year wandering around several universities, perhaps to transform a certain technological achievement, to find prey for Silicon Valley capital, or to ask for a weighty letter of recommendation.

Sometimes it represents power, sometimes it represents money, and sometimes it even represents something higher and dirtier.

As a professor at MIT at the age of 30 and a tenured professor at 33, Zhang Richeng has met many such people.

He didn't like these, but he had to be exposed to them. As a Chinese scientist, he would only become the target of being squeezed if he was stuck in the laboratory. This was something he understood more than ten years ago.

Zhang Il-sheng took a sip of his coffee and said, "Nair, you know, I have classes on Wednesday afternoon."

Nair stirred the coffee spoon and gave Zhang Richeng a playful wink: "You know, we have been committed to maintaining it all over the world."

Zhang Il-sheng: "Nair, let's get straight to the point."

As a professional lobbyist, Nair will naturally not have any emotions, and this is not the first time she has come into contact with Zhang Il-sung.

He took out a document from his delicate leather bag and placed it in front of Zhang Richeng.

"We hope you can help us recruit a young genius. We are very optimistic about his prospects. We hope you can issue an invitation letter in your own name to invite him to enter MIT."

When Zhang Richeng heard about this kind of thing, he felt disgusted in his heart. American universities are not based on ability. If you go through the back door, you are aboveboard.

He thought he must be the child of a certain congressman or a capitalist. That's it. He has seen too much.

But relatively speaking, this is an easier matter for him to deal with. At worst, if he takes in a piece of trash, he will probably switch to a major that is easier to graduate in a year.

But when he picked up the information, he subconsciously raised his eyebrows and asked curiously: "Chinese?"

Nair smiled and said: "To be precise, Chinese."

Zhang Richeng flipped through some pitiful content and frowned: "Undergraduate students have no scientific research results and no papers. Are you the first to win the college entrance examination in the higher education examination? This is really amazing. Zhou Rui? Or Zhou Rui?"

In the English information, no specific names in Chinese characters can be seen.

He is also a person who has taken the college entrance examination, and he knows that "the top scorer in the college entrance examination" is not easy.

Even so, this choice was still strange, although he knew that this place had been committed to recruiting "geniuses" from across the ocean.

but.
"Are you too anxious? He is just an undergraduate."

Nair smiled slightly and said: "You only need to write an invitation letter. We will handle the rest including scholarships, school approval procedures, and visas. If you can recruit a talented compatriot under your command, I have also completed my work. Why?" Why not do it for fun? The best talents deserve the best education, and MIT or Harvard should be their destination."

"I heard that you are also participating in the selection of academicians of the Academy of Arts and Sciences next year. I personally think you are a good competitor. The selectors may lack understanding of your excellence, but I happen to have long-term relationships with many of the judges. Get in touch, and I will tell them how charming you are when the time comes, Zhang.”

The front is demand, the back is giving.

Nair knew very well that a lobbyist does not rely on one mouth, no, two mouths are not enough.

Only when there are resources behind you can someone listen to what you say, and then the exchange can be completed, and she knows this well, especially in academia.Zhang Richeng was the person she carefully selected, the most suitable person to bring that "Zhou Rui" or "Zhou Rui" to the other side of the ocean.

Not only because of Zhang Richeng's own achievements, he is the top among the new generation of Chinese scientists, but also because the other party also came from a wealthy family.

It is even more because Zhang Richeng is the disciple of that great master in physics.

Across the sea, this identity is quite recognized. This recognition may turn "impossible" into "possible".

Zhang Richeng looked at this thin piece of information for a long time, but he really couldn't see anything special about it. Is the top scorer in the college entrance examination worthy of a direct invitation letter from MIT?
She is just the introduction, depending on what Nel wants, she can also handle it at the school.

Zhang Richeng couldn't help but sigh with emotion. This woman's energy is really powerful.
Nair reminded: "There's more on the back."

Zhang Richeng turned over with a strange look on his face.

"Musician and songwriter. "Call Me Maybe", are you sure you shouldn't let Berkeley send the invitation?"

Nel thought to himself: Maybe that would be Plan-B.

But he said: "A talented person will succeed in everything he does, but obviously, his future should shine in the academic world."

Zhang Richeng took a sip of coffee and did not give an answer in person. He just nodded and said: "I will consider it, but I need to discuss it with my team."

Nair nodded and said: "Looking forward to your reply, Zhang, but as you know, I always pursue high efficiency. I'm leaving first. There is an academician tea party at the Academy of Sciences. I need to go and see it. I hope to see you there in the future." "

Zhang IlCheng didn't pay attention to another temptation from Nair. He just took out his notebook from his pocket and started writing and calculating.

I didn't rush back to school as I said before.

He actually made an appointment with two people today.

About half an hour later, a tall young man walked in and said in Chinese: "Professor Zhang, I have long admired your name."

Zhang Richeng stood up, shook hands, and said in Chinese: "Hello, Mr. Mi."

Mi Nengwen said modestly: "No, you are a senior, just call me Xiaomi."

He and Mi Nengwen, or to be precise, Mi Nengwen's father, met at a Chinese gathering. The other party's family is a very powerful Chinese capital and has invested heavily on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

At that time, he had a good impression of this polite young man. However, after graduating from Harvard University, he did not further his studies. Instead, he returned to China and took over part of the family business, so Zhang Richeng did not see him much later.

"I heard that Mr. Mi Jianjun died of illness. It seemed that some time had passed when I got the news. I regret that I could not go to express my condolences."

Mi Nengwen nodded and said: "According to grandpa's will, we did not organize any form of funeral in the United States. So we did not invite relatives and friends, please forgive me."

Compared with chatting with Nair, Zhang Richeng was much more patient. Using Chinese always gave him the pleasure of chatting.

After chatting for a while, Mi Nengwen said: "Professor Zhang, you have made great achievements in the fields of semiconductor physics and communications. I am here to ask you if you are interested in transforming your achievements?"

As Mi Nengwen said this, he recalled Zhang Richeng's information in his mind.

Zhang Richeng and his Chinese-dominated team belong to the world's most cutting-edge physics research team.

What is especially rare is that Zhang Richeng's research has reached a very mature stage.

Especially in semiconductor energy consumption and heat dissipation issues, and high-speed mobile communication issues, there are excellent prospects that can be transformed into practical results.

This person is an important part of the Mi family's big plan, and is also a special talent that is urgently needed on the other side of the ocean.

Zhang Richeng is a "voting certificate" carefully selected by the Mi family.

"Oh? Are you interested in semiconductors and communications? I remember that you mainly do financial investment and real estate investment, right?"

Mi Nengwen nodded and said: "Yes, but if you don't think long-term, you will have to worry about the near future. The future development of the science and technology field is obviously more competitive."

"Of course, what we may value more is investment on the other side of the ocean."

Zhang Richeng raised his head and glanced at Mi Nengwen, waiting for the next words.

Mi Nengwen said calmly: "Professor Zhang, have you ever considered returning to China?"

He actually represents not just the Mi family.

Mijia is just a springboard.

The so-called chessboard.

If you take a step, others will also take a step, nothing more than that.

(End of this chapter)