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Xilin City, Tang Impression Hotel.

A group of people were led by an enthusiastic waiter to the Xuanwu Box. Find your next read on m_v l|e'm-p| y r

"Welcome, welcome, you must be Professor Li, right? My Mu Cheng has been naughty since childhood, she must have caused the teachers a lot of trouble, oh, Professor Li, you have quite the dark circles under your eyes. You must have been too busy teaching the kids, and haven't been resting well lately?"

No sooner had they been ushered into the box than a well-dressed man came up to greet Li Jian Gao with warm banter.

Li Jian Gao gave a wry smile.

He indeed had not slept well the night before.

He hadn't slept well for several days, and just last night, after finishing all his work, he had hoped to get a good night's sleep.

But then a phone call from Zhang Chunlei had kept him awake again.

Of course, he wouldn't tell all this to the man he had just met, but he still subconsciously started to praise Qiao Ze by his side, "Mr. Su is too kind. It wasn't because of teaching, mainly it's because Qiao Ze wrote a paper, and I stayed up late helping him submit it."

"Mm, Qiao Ze, hello! Thank you for taking care of my Mu Cheng at the school."

Seizing the moment, Su Lixing naturally turned his gaze towards his daughter and the young man named Qiao Ze by Li Jian Gao's side.

Inevitably within view was the image of Su Mucheng tightly holding Qiao Ze's hand and the warning look in his precious daughter's eyes.

He couldn't help but reveal a wry smile himself.

Motherfucker...

Being extroverted is fine, but acting like a thief on guard against her own dad, what the heck is that about?

What surprised him was that this young man, Qiao Ze, appeared extremely calm, not the least bit uncomfortable.

And Su Lixing was certain, it wasn't a feigned composure but a calm that came from the bottom of his heart.

This truly surprised Su Lixing. Just this composure alone, the boy might indeed be someone notable in the future.

"Hello." Qiao Ze nodded politely to Su Lixing and replied courteously.

Su Lixing was slightly taken aback.

This kid, he wouldn't even call him "Uncle"?

"Hey, Dad, what are you doing blocking the doorway? You promised to treat us to a meal, are you going to have us stand and eat?"

The dissatisfaction in Su Mucheng's voice made Su Lixing laugh helplessly, "Right, right, right, my mistake, let's all sit. And Mu Cheng, why do you keep holding onto Qiao Ze's hand? How will you eat later? Haha, Professor Li, you've seen something quite amusing, please take a seat first, and waiter, you can serve the dishes now."

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Germany, University of Bonn, School of Mathematics.

Ackerman Konietz, as usual, entered his office to unexpectedly find his student, who usually arrived the latest, Kori Duran, already waiting outside his office door.

"My God, Kori, did you go to an all-night party last evening?" Ackerman Konietz lifted his hands with a dramatically incredulous look.

"No, Professor Konietz, I came to talk to you about the paper you asked me to read yesterday. Actually, I find the paper quite interesting, but..." Kori Durant frowned, leaving his sentence unfinished.

Ackerman Konietz looked puzzled at his talented student and said, "Alright, come into my office and talk. At least there's nothing to hide in this room. Kid, you've successfully piqued my curiosity, and I would really like to know why a paper would make you feel troubled."

After speaking, Ackerman Konietz opened the door to his office wide. The two walked into the office, and after Kori Durant closed the door, he approached Ackerman Konietz's desk and placed the printed paper in front of his mentor.

"Professor Konietz, I have marked the key parts of the paper, I suggest you read these first," Kori Durant said.

Ackerman Konetz looked up at his protege and, without saying anything more, pulled out a pair of glasses from his pocket, put them on, and then concentrated on reading the paper.

Kori Durant first picked up a cup, went to the coffee machine to get Ackerman Konetz a cup of hot coffee, and then walked to his mentor's bookshelf, pulled out a book, and sat down on the sofa to read in silence.

In this way, they spent a quiet hour.

When Kori Durant heard the sound of glasses being placed on the desk with a "clatter", he looked up at his mentor, Ackerman Konetz.

"So, you don't want to see this paper published so soon, but you can't find a proper reason, can you? Hah... they didn't cite any references at all! The authors of this paper are very arrogant!" Ackerman Konetz looked at Kori Durant and asked calmly.

Kori Durant nodded somewhat awkwardly and then spoke, "Their research overlaps with my project in parts, but it's not for any other reason, I just think the future 3D point cloud prediction system I've constructed for self-supervised learning will definitely be better than…"

Ackerman Konetz raised his hand to stop Kori Durant from continuing, "Alright, I know what you're thinking. You're not satisfied because you think if this paper is published first, when you release your results in the future, it will seem like you were inspired by this paper, right?

After all, the essence of this paper is to try to construct a theoretical framework, under which a series of studies can be conducted. Your pride makes you find that unacceptable."

Kori Durant stopped talking and silently lowered his head.

Ackerman Konetz was gratified.

Finally, someone had made this exceptionally talented young man bow his head.

But actually, he didn't want it to be for this reason.

After some thought, Ackerman Konetz said with a smile, "This is why I always wanted you to take your subjects more seriously! You never know whether someone in some corner of the world is doing the same thing, perhaps even progressing faster than us. But you shouldn't be discouraged, my child. Today, I think I should teach you a new lesson."

Hearing this, Kori Durant instinctively raised his head and looked at his mentor.

"This lesson is about the importance of discourse power! Kori, you're young and extremely talented; I originally planned to talk about this with you when you get your degree and start climbing higher. But this occasion seems to be an opportunity."

"I hope that after this, you will truly understand some things. Then you'll work harder. Because if we want to continue to maintain enough discourse power, we need talented young men like you to keep striving, to be able to replace us after we're gone."

Having said this, Ackerman Konetz picked up his phone in front of Kori Durant and made several calls in a row.

He asked the same question to each, inquiring if they had heard of the two authors listed in the paper.

Kori Durant could hear his boss receiving a bunch of "NOs."

The last call, Ackerman Konetz made to a colleague, even a competitor.

"Hello, Professor Stein, my old friend, how have things been going?"

"Haha, indeed I have a small favor to ask of you."

"I assume you must have received an invitation to review a paper recently... well, check your email, the paper is titled 'A Mathematical Framework for Self supervised Learning Based on Group Theory.'"

"Yes, a submission from two people from Huaxia."

"No, no, no, I think there are some serious logical errors in the paper that need redoing or something else... of course, I will respond the same way."

"Thank you. Oh, and do you remember that night in Bordeaux? It was truly memorable; perhaps we should go on holiday together again when we have some free time. I like the French romance and passion."

"Mm, I look forward to it as well. Goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Ackerman Konetz looked at Kori Durant and then passed the paper back to him.

"Alright, use my email to reply to the editorial office. Find some reason to ask them to revise or resubmit the crucial parts of the argument; in short, don't bother too much. Soon you will see the humble reply from those without discourse power. You might even be able to join the research.

That's the way the world works; that's the power of discourse power. Kori, in the future, you will understand a lot. In fact, I've been very low-key; if you were at Princeton or Harvard, you'd know that the competition there is even more brutal, and they employ even more tactics!"

"And my expectations for you are even higher. I even hope that one day German mathematics journals will become absolutely mainstream! Unfortunately, I probably won't see it. But I hope your generation can achieve it."