Lord of the Desert

Chapter 194
The sun still shines through the window.

The temperature of the wind is just right, too.

Nothing has changed in the study.

Until the melodious and melodious birdsong called back Cheng Maode's spirit.

He looked at Hong Fan who was sitting back in his chair, and cast admiring gaze.

Just reading it once cannot make Cheng Maode fully understand the meaning of the Euler-Lagrange equation.

But for what just happened, he has an intuitive, more chaotic, more metaphysical cognition.

Cheng Maode looked at the paper filled with charcoal pens and felt that he was looking at the forest flattened by lightning storms and the coast covered by volcanic lava.

Black and white, but it is also the manifestation of the power of heaven and earth.

"Mr. Zhuang..."

Cheng Maode looked at Zhuang Liren.

"In the past, the common people watched the Prophet waving his hand to build the bridge. Is it because of this time?"

As he spoke softly, he swayed and was forced to hold the desk with his hands.

The brains of the other three Bachelor of Sciences also seemed to be electrified.

In their experience, the study of numerology has always been a long study.

Everything you do is solid, and every inch you advance is an inch of joy.

"How talented is it to act so arrogantly?"

Another bachelor surnamed Xu murmured, took off his glasses, and wiped the slightly wet corners of his eyes.

He had read all three articles of Hong Fan's fame as a supervisor before, and he thought it was the explosion of rural genius accumulated for many years.

I just didn't expect this kind of outbreak to come so casually...

Zhuang Liren stood propped up on the table, ignoring their emotions.

He looked at the process and conclusion of the "Euler's Theorem" repeatedly, only to feel a door slowly opening in front of him.

"Do you know my previous discovery, the principle of the shortest optical path in optics?"

Zhuang Liren raised his head suddenly and asked Hong Fan.

"It means 'the actual path of light passing through two fixed points in space is always the shortest'."

When Hong Fan heard the words, he easily understood.

His understanding is not limited to the principles that the other party said, but also lies in those unspoken conjectures.

In the previous life, the principle of the shortest optical path was proposed by French scientist Pierre de Fermat.

A more appropriate term for this is the "stationary time principle"—light travels along paths that take time to be stationary.

The "stationary" here is a mathematical concept of differentiation, which can be understood as the first derivative being zero - which means that it can be a maximum value, a minimum value, or even an inflection point.

In other words, determining the optical path of light is also a functional problem.

"Duke Zhuang knows three things after hearing one thing, and he is not worried about anything."

Hong Fan happily replied.

"With this new tool, we were able to determine the path that light shuttles through materials of different refractive indices."

"exactly!"

Zhuang Liren was both happy and surprised.

I am happy that my knowledge can be improved again, and I am surprised that I only have one sentence, and the young man in front of me understands the meaning of the next ten sentences.

This kind of situation was rare even when he was working with Shu Sheng.

What's more, Wen Zhongguan didn't mention that Hong Fan knew optics before.

"Mr. Zhuang!"

At this time, Cheng Maode spoke, his tone was quite upset.

"Mr. Hong is so talented and capable, how can he be a great craftsman?"

He pointed to the master token engraved with Hong Fan's name on the table.

"Based on these four articles, at least it must be the supervisor's position..."

Before Cheng Maode finished speaking, he hurriedly changed his words.

"It's not enough to be a supervisor, Gu Junyou can be a supervisor, and Mr. Hong is on the same list as him, isn't it humiliating?!"

Wen Zhongguan listened and patted his thigh in agreement.

Gu Junyou, the supervisor of the state department, is his old enemy.

"You've lost your mind."

Zhuang Liren shook his head.

"Young friend Hong Fan is here to resign as a prison officer and return this token."

Now, the four Bachelor of Science are a little anxious.

"Young Master Hong, don't be impulsive!"

Cheng Maode spoke immediately.

"But what is there that Zhuang Liren can't stand against you?"

He and Zhuang Liren were superiors and subordinates for 30 to [-] years. At this time, they were in a hurry, but they put aside their superiority and inferiority to talk.

Hong Fan quickly explained the whole story.

Naturally, several bachelors of science tried to persuade them again, but to no avail.

Zhuang Liren stood aside, feeling tormented in his heart.

The talents displayed by the young people in front of them are dazzling.

As the chief supervisor, Zhuang Liren felt that if he could not lead him on the right path, it would not only be a waste, but a crime—not to mention the danger of a job like Tiqi.

But on the other hand, since I have witnessed Hong Fan's extraordinary talent, what qualifications do I have to make decisions for him?

Those who achieve great things have never followed suit?
"Everyone, don't worry."

Hong Fan expressed relief.

"As I said before, although my focus in the next few years will be on martial arts, I will not let go of this side."

This statement did not satisfy the rest.

Cheng Maode no longer dared to be presumptuous to Hong Fan, but he had no choice but to give Zhuang Liren a disgusted look.

The latter could only smile wryly.

The Qizuojian is in charge of the large supervision of a state, and the resources that can be mobilized are astronomical.

If Hong Fan wants money, power, sex, or enjoyment, he can solve it.

But only martial arts is an absolute forbidden area for Qi Zuojian.

If Zhuang Liren dared to be disrespectful, if it leaked, not only the Martial Arts Academy, but even the dangerous organization hidden under the water outside the Eighth Ministry would come to his door.

"Well, whatever, practicing martial arts is never a bad thing."

He consoled himself.

"For a person like Mr. Hong, if he lived one year longer, wouldn't it be a hundred years longer than others?"

This sentence has been unanimously agreed by the four Bachelor of Science and Wen Zhongguan.

It was near noon.

The sun is getting stronger.

On the branches outside the house, cicadas began to sing.

The boy named Ah Nian who had come in for tea before also started to visit at the door.

Zhuang Liren realized that it was time for dinner.

"Ah, it's getting late, Mr. Hong, why don't we have lunch together?"

He asked kindly.

"Our kitchen hired a former chef from Mingyue Tower, and the taste is quite good."

"I still don't understand something about this Euler's theorem, so I happened to ask you for advice at the table."

Hearing the words of Zhong Guan, he hesitated to speak, and looked at Hong Fan.

The latter really spoke.

"Mr. Zhuang, I'm really sorry. I've already made an appointment for lunch with some old friends from the Second Academy. How about next time?"

Hong Fan's attitude is humble.

Zhuang Liren instinctively felt a little uncomfortable.

He was rarely rejected, but this time he was rejected twice in a row.

First they failed to recruit, and now they can't even make an appointment for a meal.

But even so, he soon discovered that when Hong Fan expressed his will, he could no longer say no to it.

"Okay, okay, next time Mr. Hong is free, let's talk again?"

"I have free time here!"

The supervisor's tongue had already given a reply before the thought was finished.

"Thank you Mr. Zhuang for your compassion!"

Hong Fan got up and saluted, and went out with the elated Wen Zhongguan.

Naturally, the four Bachelor of Science went together.

In the end, Zhuang Liren sat back in his chair alone, and immediately saw the inscription on the table, and his depressed mood suddenly rose again.

"This time, we must make Mei Chengxue lose his dentures!"

He said something viciously, only to realize that the gown was extremely sticky and uncomfortable, but it had already been soaked with sweat at some point.

PS: There is another chapter, which can be produced in the afternoon or evening.

(End of this chapter)