Chapter 396: You Chose the Hardest Way to Earn 1 Million

"Is it very strange?"

Seeing Xu Qingzhou lost in thought, Song Yao looked in the mirror.

Xu Qingzhou walked over, examined Song Yao, and said affirmatively, "Extremely beautiful!"

The cyan *Hanfu* paired with School Beauty Song's cold and glamorous expression.

A killer combination!

"Since I opened this shop, you are definitely the best-looking person to wear this." The proprietress examined Song Yao, feeling quite amazed.

Xu Qingzhou took two photos for Song Yao, and after looking at them, Song Yao nodded with satisfaction.

Xu Qingzhou brought over a *Mamian* skirt he had been eyeing earlier and tried it against Song Yao's front. "Try this set too."

He remembered that when he was young in his previous life, he really hadn't watched fewer videos of this type of *Hanfu*.

"You two can try whatever you want. Since we're all from the Xia Nation, I'll give you a 20% discount if you buy them."

The proprietress said. Young people who could afford to study abroad all had some family wealth and high acceptance of *Hanfu*. Although she had the idea of promoting *Hanfu* to foreigners, it was naturally better if she could make money.

Song Yao was also quite interested and took the clothes inside.

At 4:00 PM, the two of them came out of the *Hanfu* shop. For the two sets of *Hanfu*, the proprietress gave them a 20% discount, totaling 600 USD.

Song Yao had already changed back into her own clothes.

"Buying one set would have been enough." Song Yao felt a bit of heartache over the money.

"It's about trying different styles."

Xu Qingzhou carried the clothes and said happily.

*Hanfu* plus the splits...

Perfect.

Song Yao glanced at her boyfriend, and seeing the strange smile on his face, she always felt that this guy might make her wear these clothes at certain specific times.

"Xu Qingzhou..." her voice deepened.

"I didn't!"

"..."

Looking at Xu Qingzhou's expression, Song Yao became even more certain of her thoughts.

This person was a pervert.

The two of them left Chinatown, walked north to Fisherman's Wharf for a stroll, had dinner, and returned to the hotel at 8:00 PM to rest. Early the next morning, they took a flight to Boston.

At 4:00 PM local time, Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao arrived at Boston Airport.

Just as the two walked out of the airport, they saw a woman in her late twenties waving her hand. "Junior Sister Song, Xu Xu Shidi."

Xu Qingzhou and the other walked over.

"Senior Sister Zhang."

"Let's go first. The car is parked outside, and it'll get a ticket in a moment."

Zhang Xiaohe took one of the suitcases, dragged it outside, and stopped in front of a Jeep.

"Thank you, Senior Sister."

"Sorry to trouble you to come and pick us up, Senior Sister."

Song Yao and Xu Qingzhou thanked her.

Zhang Xiaohe shook her head with a smile while starting the car. "No trouble, no trouble. When you're out and about, you need to help each other. I'll take you to the hotel first. You're both here in Boston for the first time, right?"

Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao both nodded.

"The scenery is nice this season: Boston Common, the Boston Harbor Islands..."

Zhang Xiaohe introduced the situation there while observing the two young people from Jingda through the rearview mirror.

Xu Xu Shidi, the super genius of Jingda.

Junior Sister Song was not to be outdone; even Li Jiaoshou couldn't stop praising her. Young people nowadays were just too fierce.

Everyone soon started talking about the teachers at the Business School. Zhang Xiaohe sighed a little. "Professor Morton, a quite tricky old lady."

"Tricky?" Song Yao had spoken to Professor Morton several times on the phone and often exchanged emails, and she hadn't felt there was any problem.

"Yeah, during the graduation defense, everyone is most afraid of running into Professor Morton. After all, this old lady will kill a student's thesis because of a single punctuation mark."

"The overseas version of Li Jiaoshou."

Xu Qingzhou evaluated, then became happy again. "No wonder they are friends with Li Jiaoshou; birds of a feather flock together. *Hiss~*"

Someone was pinched.

Seeing Song Yao glaring at him, Xu Qingzhou changed his words: "They are like-minded."

As the three were talking, not long after, the car drove into the hotel located in Allston.

Zhang Xiaohe helped put away the luggage and said, "Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner."

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"Senior Sister has helped us with so much; we should be the ones treating."

"Guests from afar are guests, and I am still your Senior Sister. How can there be any reason for you to treat?"

Xu Qingzhou didn't insist further and said with a smile, "Then we'll treat next time."

The atmosphere of the meal was quite good.

Zhang Xiaohe was very enthusiastic, saying she had an experiment tomorrow and couldn't take Xu Qingzhou and the other to school, but as she was leaving, she urged, "Boston's overall public security is very good, but in crowded places, especially around tourist attractions, you still need to be careful to keep your personal belongings safe."

"It's very troublesome if things are lost, and the chance of getting them back is not high. There isn't much surveillance in this place."

Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao thanked her.

Early the next morning, Xu Qingzhou accompanied Song Yao to take a taxi to Harvard Business School in Boston, finding the address given by Professor Morton.

The old professor had short white hair and did things in a whirlwind, without any hesitation, leading Song Yao to complete the enrollment procedures.

Xu Qingzhou didn't wait, because Professor Peter Roberts was flying to New York in the afternoon for a meeting, and he could only meet him in the morning these few days, so he took a taxi to MIT himself.

Getting out of the car, he called the professor. Professor Roberts said "good" and sent his student to pick up Xu Qingzhou.

Xu Qingzhou wasn't in a hurry, examining the school situation; compared to when he had been here before, there was no change.

The biggest difference was probably that there were no banners like "Welcome Professor Xu Qingzhou."

After waiting for about 5 minutes, a slightly chubby man came jogging toward Xu Qingzhou.

The boy had a mustache and looked to be in his thirties, panting heavily as he shouted, "Xu Qingzhou?"

Xu Qingzhou's mouth twitched; he really wanted to correct this guy's pronunciation of the first character, but he still smiled and reached out his hand: "Yes, I am Xu Qingzhou."

"Holn Zek."

The man smiled and shook hands with Xu Qingzhou, leading Xu Qingzhou inside while saying, "I originally planned to go to the Xia Nation last year to listen to your report, but unfortunately, the calculations I had on hand were stuck at a critical moment, and both my teacher and I were driven crazy."

Holn Zek looked annoyed, paused, and seemed to remember something even more important. "Hi, brother, I heard from the professor that you plan to try the Riemann Hypothesis?"

"Yes."

"My God, why would you suddenly think of this damn thing?"

"You know, the Riemann Hypothesis has a prize of one million." Xu Qingzhou said jokingly.

Holn Zek was stunned for a moment, and after a long while, he said with a complicated expression, "There are many ways to earn one million dollars, and you chose the most difficult one."

About 10 minutes later, the two entered an office.

In front of the desk was a slightly balding old man with white hair.

The office was a bit messy, with manuscript paper piled on two desks, and the blackboard was full of formulas. Amidst the mess, it gave one a sense of mathematical ritual; this office belonged to mathematics.

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