Chapter 479: It's Quite Good, But a Price Was Paid

Xu Qingzhou stayed in Professor Roberts' office for a whole day, brainstorming with them, analyzing the difficulties encountered in the calculation, and looking for solutions.

At the same time, Harvard Business School.

Professor Morton went to a meeting and hadn't returned yet; the huge office only had Song Yao and Karyer.

On this side, Karyer poured hot water, passed behind Song Yao, and inadvertently saw the words on the computer screen, so she asked: "Song, are you preparing to do short-selling research in hedge fund quant?"

"Yes." Song Yao nodded and briefly explained her thoughts.

Karyer propped her chin and sighed with envy: "Having a mathematician husband is really good."

Husband...

She and Xu Qingzhou usually wouldn't call each other "husband" or "wife," it's too mushy...

It's quite good, but... a price was paid.

Song Yao pursed her lips and sighed in her heart; that guy Xu Qingzhou is just an old pervert.

Last time he even said he didn't want a reward.

Liar.

Touching every day, pinching every day...

She had long seen through this person; it was nothing more than wanting to see the shy expression she had after being teased, which might be the same form as her wanting to ravage Xu Qingzhou in a suit.

That's right, it's contrast.

Thinking back to the past, she didn't have so many strange hobbies.

"Song, are you okay?"

Karyer was a bit surprised; a trace of resentment appeared on Song Yao's face, and this emotion appearing on her pretty face was inexplicably more attractive.

"I'm fine."

Song Yao shook her head; in just a short while, she had already concluded in her heart—it's all Xu Qingzhou's fault.

The reason she became strange was definitely influenced by Xu Qingzhou.

Song Yao took a deep breath, suppressing that strange feeling, and decided she must beat this person up to vent her anger when she got back.

Professor Roberts' office.

Xu Qingzhou was lowering his head to calculate when he suddenly shivered, "Strange, why would I suddenly feel a bit cold on such a hot day."

This feeling was the same as when Song Yao beat him up.

"Are you very cold?"

Horn asked suspiciously.

Xu Qingzhou shook his head, thinking it must be an illusion; he hadn't done anything wrong this morning.

On Harvard's side, the sound of high heels rang out in the office.

Professor Morton returned from the meeting.

The old professor was still like usual, wearing a pedantic gray suit on the outside, looking serious, her gaze scanning every place, carrying a bit of scrutiny.

Song Yao continued to research her short-selling countermeasures, while Karyer took the paper to show Professor Morton.

Half an hour passed, Professor Morton finished reading Karyer's paper and said in a deep voice: "First optimize the data in the fourth section, then clarify the form of adjusting the enterprise's asset-liability structure..."

Karyer wrote down what Professor Morton said.

After Karyer finished, Song Yao also sent the report she had written during this time to Professor Morton.

Professor Morton nodded slightly: "Not bad, next you can start doing the Black-Scholes option pricing model."

"Okay." Song Yao wasn't surprised and was quite confident in the report she wrote.

Professor Morton pulled out the document on the table, looked at it, and continued: "As for the short-selling model, it is very complex, and it is very challenging for one person."

"Xu Qingzhou is undertaking part of the calculation."

After hearing this, Professor Morton nodded again.

Song Yao is very smart, definitely the smartest of all her students, none other.

For this student, she had high hopes.

In the future, there will definitely be an amazing female economist in the field of economics.

The paper Song Yao wanted to write was very difficult, especially the complex calculations, but if a Fields Medal winner helped, then there would be no problem.

A week passed.

Library.

Xu Qingzhou was typing with his head down; he spent most of his time this week writing experimental plans, occasionally taking time to handle emails and look at everyone's resumes.

Besides those who wanted to join the current research group, a small number of people came specifically to get familiar, hoping that if Xu Qingzhou continued his research in the mathematical field in the future, he would definitely consider them.

In the past few days, he had interviewed three people, but he wasn't very satisfied, and based on the principle of "better to have nothing than to have something inferior," he passed on all of them.

He finished checking the emails, rejected those that should be rejected, and put his gaze on the manuscript in front of him.

【Substrate-free Niobium-Tin (Nb3Sn) Thin Film.】

This is the experimental direction this time.

Niobium-tin (Nb3Sn) is a high-performance superconducting material, mainly used in applications under high magnetic fields and low-temperature environments.

According to Xu Qingzhou's experimental plan, he intends to grow the superconducting layer directly in the air through laser stripping technology, without the need for a silicon substrate.

This is quite difficult and requires solving the weight, flexibility, and stability challenges that have always existed in superconducting technology.

The highest goal is for the quantum bit coherence time to reach at least 500 microseconds.

Once successful and developed, it can to some extent push superconducting technology to higher magnetic fields, lower temperatures, and more complex environments, and can also provide a revolutionary material foundation for nuclear fusion energy, quantum computing, and next-generation medical equipment.

Of course, this is the ideal situation, requiring synchronous development in various related fields.

Xu Qingzhou was immersed in writing the experimental plan, while on the discussion platform, it was even livelier than a few days ago, and the eyes of the melon-eaters were almost all on Xu Qingzhou's recruitment.

"Has any brother joined Xu Qingzhou's project?"

"A brother of mine went for an interview, the requirements were very high, and the interview failed."

"Damn, I've been in Professor Myers' team, and after submitting my resume, I only received the sentence 'Sorry, you don't meet the requirements of the research group'?!"

"With all due respect, if I ever ran to this project, I must have lost my mind."

"I think we can wait a bit longer. Perhaps, it won't be long before he establishes a math project."

"Actually, it's normal for mathematicians to switch fields to study other things. Well, as a fan, I still want to say one thing, Xu Qingzhou's experiment this time is very risky."

Xu Qingzhou running off to do condensed matter is probably the most depressing thing for people in the mathematical field; after all, before this, they had always been looking forward to Xu Qingzhou's first project.

Southeast corner of MIT.

Two young men had just entered the office, preparing to change clothes and go to the laboratory.

These two were members of James' team and had officially started experiments a month ago.

Their goal is to develop low-microwave-loss superconducting thin films, extending the quantum bit coherence time from 200ms to over 500ms, which will provide possibilities for thousand-bit quantum processors.

Gott Barnes was looking at the Handshake discussion area, took a sip of coffee, and sighed: "Xu Qingzhou's progress doesn't seem to be that smooth."

To a certain extent, it can be said that Xu Qingzhou is their "enemy," the kind that needs to keep track of project progress at all times.

The young man shrugged and said: "Obviously, MIT people aren't that stupid."

Gott Barnes shook his head, looking puzzled, and said: "He clearly could have chosen a situation more favorable to himself, but instead he insisted on putting himself in a funny role."

"Mathematicians are all paranoid freaks."

The young man laughed.

Gott Barnes nodded in agreement, finished the coffee in a few gulps, and stood up, "Alright, we should speed up the progress, otherwise, maybe we'll be surpassed by our own people."

"Barnes, are you telling some cold joke?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 480 =====