Chapter 396 You Chose the Hardest Way to Make 100 Million
"Weird?"
Seeing Xu Qingzhou in a trance, Song Yao looked in the mirror.
Xu Qingzhou came over, looked at Song Yao, and said affirmatively: "Very beautiful!"
The blue Hanfu matches the cool expression of School Beauty Song.
Lore!
"You are definitely the one who looks the best in clothes since my shop opened." The proprietress looked at Song Yao in amazement.
Xu Qingzhou took two photos of Song Yao. After looking at them, Song Yao nodded with satisfaction.
Xu Qingzhou took the horse-faced skirt that he had just picked out and tried it on in front of Song Yao, "Try this one too."
He remembered that when he was young in his previous life, he had watched a lot of videos about Hanfu.
"You can try it as you like. We are all Xia people. If you want to buy it, we will give you 20% discount."
The lady boss said, "Young people who can study abroad have some family background and are more receptive to Hanfu. Although they want to promote Hanfu to foreigners, it is better to make money."
Song Yao was also very interested and went in with the clothes.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, two people came out of the Hanfu shop. The proprietress gave them a 600% discount on the two sets of Hanfu, selling them for $.
Song Yao has changed back into her own clothes.
"Just buy one set." Song Yao felt a little sorry for the money.
“Try a different style.”
Xu Qingzhou said happily while holding the clothes.
Hanfu plus splits
Perfect.
Song Yao glanced at her boyfriend and saw a strange smile on his face. She always felt that this guy might ask her to wear these clothes at some specific time.
"Xu Qingzhou" her voice deepened.
"I don't!"
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Song Yao looked at Xu Qingzhou's expression and became more certain of her thoughts.
This person is a pervert.
The two came out of Chinatown, walked north to Fisherman's Wharf, had dinner in the evening, returned to the hotel to rest at 8 o'clock in the evening, and took a flight to Boston early the next morning.
At 4 pm local time, Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao arrived at Boston Airport.
As soon as the two of them walked out of the airport, they saw a woman in her twenties waving her hand, "Junior Sister Song, Junior Brother Xu."
Xu Qingzhou and his companion walked over.
"Senior Sister Zhang."
"Let's go first. Our car is still parked outside. We'll get a ticket later."
Zhang Xiaohe took one of the suitcases, dragged it out, and stopped in front of a jeep.
"Thank you, senior sister."
"Please come pick us up, Senior Sister."
Song Yao and Xu Qingzhou expressed their gratitude.
Zhang Xiaohe smiled and shook her head, while starting the car: "It's not a bother, it's not a bother. When we're out and about, we need to help each other. I'll take you to the hotel first. Is this your first time in Boston?"
Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao both nodded.
“The scenery is nice this season, Boston Park, Boston Harbor Islands”
Zhang Xiaohe introduced the situation here and observed the two young people from Peking University through the mirror.
Junior Brother Xu is a super genius from Peking University.
Junior Sister Song was no less impressive, and even Professor Li was full of praise. The young people nowadays are so fierce.
Everyone soon talked about the teachers in the business school. Zhang Xiaohe sighed, "Professor Morton, a very tricky old lady."
"Tricky?" Song Yao had made several phone calls and frequently exchanged emails with Professor Morton, and she didn't think there was anything wrong.
"Yes, during graduation defense, the person everyone fears the most is Professor Morton. After all, this old lady will reject a student's paper just because of a punctuation mark."
"The overseas version of Professor Li."
Xu Qingzhou commented, and laughed again, "No wonder he is friends with Professor Li, we have similar tastes, hiss~"
Someone was pinched.
Seeing Song Yao staring at him, Xu Qingzhou changed his words: "We have similar interests."
The three were talking, and soon the car drove into the Allston Hotel.
Zhang Xiaohe helped put away the luggage and said, "Let's go. I'll treat you to dinner."
"Senior sister has helped us so much, it's our turn to ask her for favor."
"I am a guest from afar, and I am your senior sister. It is unreasonable for me to ask you to treat me."
Xu Qingzhou did not continue to force it, and said with a smile: "Then we will treat you next time."
The atmosphere for a meal was ok.
Zhang Xiaohe was very enthusiastic and said that she had an experiment tomorrow and could not send Xu Qingzhou and the others to school. But before they left, she reminded them, "The overall security in Boston is very good, but in crowded places, especially around tourist attractions, you still need to take care of your belongings."
"It's very troublesome to lose something, and the chance of finding it back is not high. There is not much surveillance in this place."
Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao expressed their gratitude.
The next morning, Xu Qingzhou accompanied Song Yao in a taxi to Harvard Business School in Boston and found the address given by Professor Morton.
The old professor had short white hair and was efficient and prompt in his work. He led Song Yao through the admission procedures.
Xu Qingzhou didn't wait because Professor Peter Roberts had to fly to New York for a meeting in the afternoon and they could only meet in the morning during the next few days. He took a taxi to MIT.
After getting off the car, he called the professor. Professor Roberts agreed and sent his students to pick up Xu Qingzhou.
Xu Qingzhou was not in a hurry. He looked around the school and found that there was no change compared to when he first came here.
The biggest difference may be that there is no banner like "Welcome Professor Xu Qingzhou".
After waiting for about 5 minutes, a slightly plump man trotted towards Xu Qingzhou.
The boy had a tuft of beard and looked to be in his thirties. He panted and shouted, "Xu Qingzhou?"
Xu Qingzhou's mouth twitched, and he really wanted to correct this guy's pronunciation, but he still smiled and stretched out his hand: "Yes, I am Xu Qingzhou."
"Horn Zeke."
The man smiled and shook hands with Xu Qingzhou, leading Xu Qingzhou inside, and said, "I was planning to go to Xiaguo to listen to your lecture last year, but unfortunately, the calculations at hand were stuck at a critical moment, and my teacher and I were busy as hell."
Horn Zeke looked annoyed and paused, as if he had thought of something more important. "Hey, brother, I heard from the professor that you are going to try the Riemann hypothesis?"
"Yes."
"Oh my God, why did you suddenly think of this?"
"You know, there's a one million dollar prize for the Riemann hypothesis," Xu Qingzhou said jokingly.
Horn Zeke was stunned for a moment, and then he said with a complicated expression: "There are many ways to earn a million dollars, and you chose the most difficult one."
After about 10 minutes, the two entered an office.
Sitting at the table was a slightly bald old man with white hair.
The office is a bit messy, with manuscripts piled on the two tables and the blackboard full of formulas. Amid the clutter, it gives people a sense of mathematical ritual. This office belongs to mathematics.
(End of this chapter)
