"Weibo..." Yang Xuanqing responded blankly.
"Yes, that's right, on Weibo," Edward Witten spread his hands.
Yang Xuanqing shook his head with a wry smile.
Why would Qiao Ze ever discuss such matters with him?
Frankly, Yang Xuanqing had always felt that Edward Witten had some misconceptions about his relationship with Qiao Ze.
In truth, he wasn't well acquainted with Qiao Ze at all.
Huaxia was so vast, boasting a population of 1.4 billion; even if he and Qiao Ze could barely be considered colleagues, their status had changed too rapidly.
The window for an opportunity to interact as equals was too brief.
Put it this way, a year earlier, Qiao Ze was not even on the level to interact directly with him, but now, he himself could not reach the level to interact directly with Qiao Ze.
The two had a chance to sit as equals for just over a month when he was at CERN.
He completely missed the last report meeting on artificial intelligence that Qiao Ze was invited to hold at Huaqing.