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"Xu, you may not fully understand the situation; this time it's from North Border University Research Institute... Excuse me, just a moment..."

Zuo Chengzheng was patiently explaining to Xu Dajiang when the phone suddenly rang. He hadn't planned to stop the conversation, but after glancing at the caller ID, his expression turned serious. Ignoring Xu Dajiang, he answered the call directly.

"Hello, yes, uh-huh, right. What? That too? Ah?!... I really had no idea about that."

"Okay, I will clarify the situation as soon as possible and report back to you."

Curious about the change in Zuo Chengzheng's expression after he hung up the phone, Xu Dajiang couldn't help but ask, "What happened?"

"Well..." Zuo Chengzheng thought for two seconds before saying, "Have you heard of a situation where a tool developed for a large project, which hasn't even been officially approved or funded yet, might be more valuable or even more precious than the project itself?"
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To Zuo Chengzheng's surprise, Xu Dajiang nodded affirmatively and said, "You're talking about Qiao Ze, aren't you?"

"Hmm? How do you figure?" Zuo Chengzheng inquired.

"In a sense, the mathematical tool Qiao's Algebraic Geometry, which Qiao Ze created to solve the Yang-Mills Equations and the mass problem of the Yang-Mills Fields, is indeed more valuable than the problem itself. Is that so hard to understand? Plus, he didn't take a cent from the school's research funds. He treated it like a graduation thesis," said Xu Dajiang as he glanced sideways at Zuo Chengzheng.

"I'm talking about an engineering project, not a mathematical theory!"

"You mean the lithography machine that Qiao Ze helped design is already completed? Okay, no jokes, isn't this kind of thing normal for Qiao Ze?"

"Never mind, I will know once I go there myself." After briefly chatting, Zuo Chengzheng had already collected his thoughts, planning to first visit Luo Benyuan to understand the situation before deciding whether to go to the Mathematics Research Institute and have a talk with Qiao Ze.

"It's not the time to go anywhere, Zuo, we have a meeting," Xu Dajiang reminded.

"Hmm, the meeting has been canceled. It's just as well; would you mind passing on the message for me?"

"Oh?" Xu Dajiang's eyes sparked with understanding, and he heartily agreed: "Sure, you go ahead and take care of your business."

...

In an 80-square-meter partition on the first floor of the research institute, Lv Bei, the leader of the Fireseed Squad, was sitting in front of the video, being scolded.

"What's going on? In two days, Qiao Ze sent and received so many emails from abroad, why weren't these reflected in your daily reports? Do you have any idea how serious the consequences of such a low-level mistake could have been if it wasn't for today's incident? If this mathematical model had been made public, do you know that Qiao Ze and you could have been honored as the world's greatest benefactors?!"

Lv Bei stared straight at the screen, maintaining silence.

Fortunately, the door was suddenly pushed open, and then he saw someone at the door giving him a firm shake of the head.

So, for the first time, Lv Bei spoke up: "Director Du, this really isn't our fault."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"Because those emails were never monitored. I've already had someone check again, and there's no record of those emails in our database. We can now be sure that Professor Qiao used a different email account and probably some technology we're not familiar with to bypass the monitoring.

Considering today's incident, I think this is Professor Qiao's way of telling us that if he wants us to know something, we will. And if he doesn't, he can ensure we remain unaware. That might even include the listening devices in the office.

So, Professor Qiao is aware of the value of his model; he's just letting us know in his own way, isn't he?"

Lv Bei laid out his reasoning.

Having just listened to the recording from the office, Lv Bei had already sensed that something was off.

He immediately uploaded the conversation between Qiao Ze and Luo Benyuan through an emergency channel and then made copies of the email correspondence they had monitored over the past two days to ensure nothing was missed.

Lv Bei had always felt that their task was too easy.

Dealing with such a unique individual and not facing any setbacks was unimaginable. Now it seemed his intuition was correct; there's no easy dealing with a high-IQ genius.

But that seemed more rational.

A genius mathematician, capable of designing the underlying logic for artificial intelligence, wouldn't notice their simple technical tricks, would he?

The individual on the other end of the video was momentarily stunned.

The two of them silently stared at each other through the screen.

After a while, the person on the other end finally spoke: "I see... so why are you still standing there? Go explain the situation to Professor Qiao, and make it good!"

MMP!

Lv Bei cursed inwardly.

It wasn't his decision to do it this way. When he suggested the monitoring plan, he had recommended being completely open if they were going to be open at all.

He had indeed been frightened by Qiao Ze.

It was that night when Qiao Ze walked straight up to him and named every field agent by describing their appearances. Lv Bei knew that keeping secrets from someone with such observational skills was bound for a disaster.

They ignored his good advice, and now when issues arose, they sent him to deal with the fallout.

Being on the frontlines is tough!