Chapter 22: My teacher is Academician Yang

Song Han handed the test paper back to Professor Wang and said seriously,

"I don't believe in God. I only believe in myself. I'm sure this answer is correct. If you don't believe me, you can calculate it yourself!"

Professor Wang glared at him crossly.

"If I could calculate it, would I still need to ask you! What good is your belief! Without the process and proof, what can a single conclusion do?"

Song Han took a deep breath.

"Sometimes, the truth may go beyond our current understanding. Maybe you should try to think about this problem from a different perspective."

"Such as?"

Song Han turned his head angrily.

"For example, I can use a computer, but do you expect me to build one from scratch in the primitive society!"

Professor Wang opened his mouth, wanting to refute but feeling that he was in the wrong and not knowing where to start.

To be honest, it was really hard to tell which was more difficult, solving these difficult problems or building a computer from scratch.

Hearing this, Academician Li beside them softened his tone and said,

"Professor Wang, actually, it's highly likely that the answers to the NP problem and the Hodge conjecture are correct. After all, I organized the acceptance test for the software he submitted.

If these two problems hadn't been solved, the navigation control software he submitted wouldn't have such a huge gap compared with the current software."

Professor Wang waved his hand. After all, the mathematical requirements in the computer information major were just so - so compared with those in theoretical physics, where they calculated all day long.

Ignoring Academician Li's words, he looked at Song Han sitting in the wheelchair without showing the slightest bit of pity because of his disability.

"You know, this isn't enough! So far, we still can't verify the origin of your technology. We even have some doubts about your identity as a human being!

I think those attackers won't be as easy - going as we are."

Song Han waved his hand weakly.

"What do you want to know?"

"The grandfather paradox! Reversing cause and effect. How do you prove your existence? And how do you explain the time - travel paradox?"

Song Han counter - questioned.

"Why do I need to explain?"

Hearing this, Professor Wang sneered.

"Are you going to say the parallel universe theory? Another hypothesis that can't be proven false."

Pointing at Song Han, he laughed and said,

"I believe there's a creator in this world, but this creator can never be a creature in human form."

"That sounds so familiar!"

"May I ask who your teacher is?"

Professor Wang bowed towards the east and said proudly,

" Academician Yang"

Suddenly enlightened, Song Han gave his own explanation:

"The Big Bang provided the initial energy for the matter in the universe. The decay of matter and the transition of quantum cause matter to move in space.

These movements are extremely difficult for human beings to imagine and understand. Therefore, humans invented the concept of time, setting units for the sequence of matter's movement in space to describe the sequence of events and the continuous process of movement.

Since at the quantum and microscopic level, human beings are a chaotic and constantly moving quantum transition phenomenon, why do humans present a high degree of order in the macroscopic state instead of disappearing in an instant like fireworks?

If, by chance, a speck of dust counteracts the initial state given to it by the Big Bang under artificial energy, and its position in space changes.

From a microscopic perspective, it changes from moving forward to moving backward. A speck of dust that transitions from the future to the past, what kind of story do you think will happen?"

"The chaotic model of the quantum - mechanical universe. Is this your explanation? How do you explain the time - travel paradox? How do you prove it?"

"There's no explanation. This is just a description of the phenomenon. The universe will present the answer by itself, just like life will find its own way out!

You just need to find the answer by yourself a hundred years later instead of asking me!"

Professor Wang took a deep breath, trying to hold back the urge to swear.

"May I ask who your teacher is? And what's your major?"

Song Han proudly bowed towards the sky and said,

"Professor Wen Hua from the Deep - Space Quantum Research Base of the National Institute of Quantum Information and the Origin of Life on Charon!

I graduated from the Mars Elderly Re - education Correspondence University, majoring in Interstellar Sports Design!"

As his voice faded, Professor Wang left the room with a dark face, pulling the confused Academician Li Jie beside him.

...

"Manager Luo!"

"Are you the boss?"

Wang Wei twitched the corner of his mouth and took a step back, revealing Song Han sitting in the wheelchair.

"Nice to meet you. Please take care of me in the future!"

On the minibus heading to the hotel, Wang Wei looked at Song Han, who was closing his eyes and resting, and nudged Liu Qian's arm with his hand.

"Does the state really believe those nonsense he told?"

"No!"

"Then why did they send the two of us to protect him closely and agree to his strange requests?"

Liu Qian was annoyed by Wang Wei's questions. She took out a document from her bag and stuffed it into his arms.

"Read it yourself! I'm in a bad mood!"

"Name: Song Han

Age: 13

...

Comprehensive assessment: Severe persecution mania, post - traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), mental disorder, suspected to be a hyperthymesia patient, with extremely high IQ."

"Recommendation: Hospitalization for treatment."

"Is that all? Then why were we transferred here? What about that missile? I was under isolated review for so long, and as soon as I got out of confinement, I became a personal bodyguard? "

Liu Qian rolled her eyes at Wang Wei and said helplessly,

"The person who made that missile has been arrested. The preliminary investigation results are the same as those of the previous attacks - amnesia and schizophrenia. Currently, the investigation has reached a dead - end.

A large - scale investigation is underway.

However, based on his shopping records, the support team replicated that homemade surface - to - air missile. The accuracy deviation was too large. But I heard that the idea of combining military and civilian equipment manufacturing inspired them a lot.

A research institute seems to have launched a guided rocket - launcher project.

The two of us were part of the deal between Song Han and the General Administration. His various strange plans and requirements are also part of the deal."

"A deal? Were we sold?"

"Your personnel files are still in the Security Bureau. I just need trustworthy agents to help me handle some things."

Somehow, Song Han beside them opened his eyes.

He rubbed his forehead tiredly, trying hard not to focus on the churning memories in his mind and the bloody scene of the explosion.

"We've only known each other for a short time. How can you trust us so much?"

Song Han pointed at the administrative jackets they were wearing and said bluntly,

"I trust the uniforms you're wearing."

After all, he had worn such uniforms for many years himself. 

In 2004,city was shrouded in a dull haze. The sky was a dismal gray, and the pedestrians on the streets seemed equally lackluster. As soon as Song Han stepped out of the vehicle, the swirling sand filled his nostrils in an instant.

Being pushed forward in a wheelchair by Wang Wei, Song Han covered his nose with his sleeve and hardly dared to take a deep breath. "You can exercise the rights of the legal representative to sign the agreement openly. Why did you have to bring me all the way to Beijing?"

"Master! This is five million! " Luo Xiang's sudden, almost shrieked words made Wang Wei, who was pushing Song Han, jump in shock.

"So, what you said about offering a million to hire us for protection was actually true?" Song Han looked up at him with a disgruntled expression. It took him this long to believe him?

"Manager Luo, you were recommended to me by my father. I trust you."

"But I don't trust myself!" Luo Xiang shook his head with a bitter smile.

"I studied law. I know that human nature can't withstand the test. If I have the chance, I don't want to put myself through it either.

This plan to sell the Da123 website is rather hasty. Currently, the highest bidder is dudu . Since our website has a well - formulated profit - making plan and considerable profits, many domestic Internet - related companies are highly interested.

From a business operation perspective, I don't recommend selling it at this time! You should be aware of how rapidly the domestic information technology industry is developing. Although 40 million is a huge sum of money, given the growth rate of Da123, it will reach that value on its own in at most two years."

In the meeting room, Song Han flipped through the reports, not commenting on Luo Xiang's words.

"It's too slow!"

"Too slow? It's only been three months since its establishment, and the monthly revenue is approaching two million and still growing at a high - speed rate. Although the growth of the data is showing signs of slowing down, it's because our website has reached the ceiling of the domestic Internet user population." 

With the development of the domestic information industry, this is basically a surefire and profitable deal!"

Song Han nodded without offering any explanation and simply tossed the agreement onto the table.

"Sign it!"

Hearing this, Luo Xiang reluctantly picked up the acquisition offer beside him. He took a big gulp of water and, with a trembling hand, signed his name.

Is five million a large sum of money?

It seemed as if he was afraid that they would go back on their word. . The day after the contract was signed, dudu transferred five million fund into the account of Jian'an Technology.

For this, currently the largest Internet acquisition deal in the country, dudu even launched its third - round financing two years earlier than in history.

The day after the funds arrived, as per Song Han's request, 41 million fund was quickly spent until there was almost nothing left.

"Really donate it?"

"Donate it!"

"Appoint Director Li Zonghua of the Fushi Security Bureau as the supervisor of the funds, and use it all as special assistance funds for the Fushi Corridor Bridge Orphanage."

"But Director Li has been removed from his position."

"I know!"

Song Han signed the document expressionlessly.

"Since he still has his legs, he should run around for those who only have their legs left."

"Really buy them?"

"Buy them!"

Another huge expense, in return for a mountain of chips, graphics cards, and memory modules piled up in the warehouse. To meet the quantity Song Han demanded, Luo Xiang even cleared out all the latest - model graphics cards in Zhongguancun. 

A month later, in the computer room of Jian'an Technology, Song Han hit the Enter key again. Inside the rows of cabinets beside him, the originally silent cooling fans instantly started running at full speed, buzzing loudly.

"Hello, 'Jian'an'."

"Command error. Unable to recognize. Please issue the command again!"

The relaxed smile on Song Han's face froze instantly.

"Connect to the Internet, browse freely, download, and iterate!

Create tasks for information experts and financial experts!

Use a virtual network for self - encrypted information connection and hide Internet usage traces!

Let the personal nickname be 'Jian'an'!"

"Task creation successful. Estimated completion time: 48 hours!

'Jian'an' will automatically restart after 48 hours."

"Artificial idiot!"