bacchusnovels Chapter 222 A chilling smile
Chapter 222 A chilling smile
It's too obvious.
To immediately adopt such an aggressive and confrontational stance is an open secret!
Anyone present who wasn't a fool could see through the trickery involved.
Harvard and the city hall joined forces to make a strong first impression and give MIT, especially the young director, a hard time in the early stages of the project!
Although the official name is the respectable "joint research".
But everyone knows that the core framework of this project, as well as the underlying source algorithm technology, all originated from MIT and from Su Hao's paper.
"Using such despicable tactics."
MIT researchers have already started silently cursing each other's ancestors.
"These ungrateful wretches, are they trying to undermine MIT's absolute technological dominance by nitpicking?"
First, in this setting, in front of everyone, let's nitpick and point out the real-world flaws in the algorithm.
They spared no effort in criticizing Su Hao's theory as worthless.
They then turn around and use the hypocritical pretense of "everyone is working for the good of the project and jointly finding solutions."
Fortunately, in the subsequent distribution of hundreds of millions of dollars in profits and in the extremely important core discourse power, they managed to get a share of the pie from MIT!
Those people at Harvard and the city hall must have this despicable idea in mind!
It’s so deceiving!
Just as Whitman's chest heaved violently, preparing to disregard her image and slam her fist on the table, angrily denouncing these politicians and academic tyrants for playing such despicable tricks on MIT's turf.
Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of Su Hao beside him.
Whitman was stunned.
Because at this moment, Su Hao, the young man who should have been humiliated to the point of being unable to back down, showed not the slightest anger at being publicly shamed.
On the contrary, his clear eyes were now flashing with a frighteningly bright light!
His young face was filled with undisguised fervor and excitement.
Before Whitman could even lash out, he answered eagerly, as if he had found a long-lost soulmate:
"That's great! That's really great!"
It turns out that everyone here shares the same thoughts as me on this issue!
There was no counterattack when forced into a corner.
There was no angry or frustrated explanation.
It was a heartfelt, almost twisted ecstasy!
A crazy, enthusiastic tone that genuinely welcomes discussion and is filled with an extreme passion for the unknown and challenges!
There wasn't a trace of sarcasm or weirdness about it.
In an instant, this political infighting was transformed into an academic exchange meeting for fanatics.
"what?"
Michael, who was about to fire again, was instantly dumbfounded, his mouth agape like a silly goose.
"No...no. Wait a minute."
What I mean is... the project is going to crash...
"So, what are you planning to do to clean up this mess...?"
The municipal engineer was dumbfounded. He hadn't expected that the other party would not only not be angry, but would instead act like a pervert who wanted to hug them on the spot. He suddenly started to stammer.
The two who were just moments ago so arrogant, trying to find fault and watch Su Hao make a fool of himself, now felt like they had punched cotton.
Their minds, filled with utilitarianism and calculation, were completely unable to keep up with Su Hao's peculiar, almost alien-like thought processes.
For a moment, these two usually quick-witted big shots experienced a brief mental freeze, standing there dumbfounded, looking like two groundhogs blinded by car headlights.
"Actually, in the early stages of taking over this project, the data nonlinearity and massive noise issues that you all just mentioned were precisely the aspects I was most looking forward to and most excited about!"
Su Hao didn't care at all about their stiff expressions.
He stood up abruptly, his eyes burning with an intense thirst for truth.
"You are absolutely right! The basic model established in the paper is indeed limited due to the lack of real-world samples."
At that time, due to limitations, it was impossible to fully reflect the actual transportation network.
But now things are different, folks! We have the largest and most accurate real-time data feedback in Boston!
Did you know that I have absolutely no intention of forcibly eliminating errors through those pointless smoothing techniques?
Quite the contrary!
I want to see the extreme noise you talk about, the data garbage generated by weather, accidents, and delays, as a potential underlying pattern of a higher dimension!
I want to excavate the ever-evolving, constantly evolving life structure within this vast chaos!
Su Hao spoke excitedly, almost incoherently.
On one hand, he looked around impatiently, like a hyperactive child, as if searching for something that could fuel his burst of inspiration.
The saying goes, "Old age makes one wise."
Whitman's cloudy yet shrewd old eyes narrowed sharply.
He reacted extremely quickly, instantly understanding Su Hao's pure, calculating desire that was eager to be released!
Holy crap, this kid's going all out!
"What are you all standing there for?! Bring the whiteboard over here!!!"
Whitman's eyes widened in fury, and his furious roar, like that of a lion on the plains, exploded without warning in the closed conference room.
The terrifying volume made the huge floor-to-ceiling windows vibrate.
The researchers from Harvard and the city government present were so frightened that they trembled.
Ellie and Jason, the interns who were sitting in the back corner and were feeling drowsy because they couldn't understand the high-level power struggle, were terrified by the roar.
The two of them were jolted up from their seats as if they had been electrocuted.
As the lowest-ranking errand runners, their task today is to be responsible for the basic supplies needed for the meeting.
After the meeting started, the two of them originally just wanted to hide in the most inconspicuous corner and obediently be emotionless meeting record-taking machines.
They never expected that the dean's sudden, earth-shattering shout would cross half the conference room and land precisely on the heads of these two nobodys!
"Yes...yes! Coming right away!" Jason was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.
He scrambled into the adjacent storage room, and with all his might, frantically dragged over a huge, two-meter-long movable whiteboard.
Rolling, rolling, rolling—!
Heavy metal supports weighed down the huge rollers.
A screeching sound rang out from the mirror-like floor of the conference room.
Like a war chariot slowly driving towards that bloody battlefield.
Meanwhile, Ellie wasn't idle either.
She ransacked and ransacked the room like a madwoman.
He grabbed all the whiteboard markers of every color he could find in the drawer and pen holder, stumbled forward, and piled them all on the table next to Su Hao.
Whitman grabbed the thickest black marker at random.
It was solemnly handed to Su Hao like a weapon being handed over before going to war.
"Su Hao! Go!"
Whitman lowered his voice, but emphasized every word.
"Give these 'colleagues' who have come from afar a proper explanation of your underlying architecture!"
Make sure that every single one of them can fully understand!
It is absolutely essential to be extremely detailed!
Whitman gritted her teeth as she spoke the last few words.
After saying that, he turned his head and grinned at the group of people from Harvard and City Hall.
He revealed a chilling, menacing smile, as if he wanted to devour someone.