"Huh? I passed by there twice on the bus, how could I have seen any agents?" Chen Zhuoyang said aggrievedly.
You could only say that Qiao Yu's thought process was too erratic; he couldn't keep up at all.
"Forget it, it looks like we really don't have any time to play around this time in the United States." Qiao Yu waved his hand in a disinterested manner.
After finally getting a chance to come out, Qiao Yu originally planned to see how decadent life over here could be...
"Aren't we here for a conference?" Chen Zhuoyang said cautiously.
"Alright, how's your work going? You need to hurry up; if we prove the Riemann Conjecture again, I plan to give you the first authorship. By then, you'll be a big name in the mathematics world."
Qiao Yu's eyes shifted, and instead of talking about where to play, he continued to cheer Senior Brother Chen up.
Fully inspiring Senior Brother Chen's motivation.
"Huh?"
