I'm in the county town, and you say I'm a big shot?

Chapter 84 This Qingye is not the East Sea Swordsman

Ma Xudong was interested in Fang Qingye, not because of his "biaozi theory" but because of his name Fang Qingye.

In a small QQ group of 13 people, a message appeared on the public screen.

"Hey guys, big news! There's someone named Fang Qingye in the training class our provincial bank recently held!"

Sender: So handsome that it slows down the internet speed!
It turns out this Ma Xudong is the guy in the group with an IQ above 150, whose QQ name is "so handsome that it drags down the internet speed." After graduating from the School of Finance at Renmin University this year, he was hired through campus recruitment to work in the Market Investment Department of the Jiangsu Branch of Bank of China.

Someone immediately responded: "Is it the beautiful girl's husband? That modeling expert, the East Sea Swordsman?!"

"I'm not sure yet, but the information matches: name, university of graduation, and work unit. He also works at a county-level branch in our province."

"Oh hey, I finally met that mysterious guy. Is he handsome?" The person who sent the message was listening to the man talking nonsense.

"I admit, he's a little handsome."

"A man who can make someone so handsome as to slow down the internet admit that he is handsome must be a very handsome guy. Slow down the internet, take a photo quickly and send it to the group so that I can appreciate it!" After hearing the man's nonsense, he sent a message again.

Someone immediately responded, "Listen to the man's lies. If this beautiful girl finds out, I'll come to your school with a kitchen knife and fight you to the death!"

"She? She's already gone to the United States to study. What can I do?" She made a smug expression when she heard the man's nonsense.

"Hey, in the training class, this Fang Qingye was having a hot relationship with a girl from our class. She's her senior, a graduate student in Shencai."

"Ah? What does this woman look like?" I asked immediately after hearing the man talking nonsense.

"Her figure is excellent, but as for her appearance, to use your Northeastern dialect, she's a bit ugly." Ma Xudong typed his reply.

"Haha. This East Sea swordsman has a unique taste."

"Hey, can you guys please stop going off topic? Is this Fang Qingye the Swordsman from the East China Sea?!" Someone raised the question again.

Sender: I eat seven and a half bowls in one meal.

"This is still to be confirmed, because our training class has set up a QQ group, but his QQ is not the current one, he uses his real name." Ma Xudong paused and sent a message.

"What's that? Who doesn't have a few QQ accounts? I have 10! Find out quickly!"

Ma Xudong put his phone in his pocket and glanced at Fang Qingye who was sitting quietly in his seat.

He had observed carefully in the past few days that other students liked to interact with each other, such as alumni, classmates, and those from the same city's banking system, who chatted with each other, and some even went out in groups of three or five to party at night.

The only exception was Fang Qingye, who was rarely seen getting close to any other student. Apart from chatting with his senior sister sometimes, he basically kept to himself.

However, he is not the kind of aloof person. When you chat with him, he is still willing to talk to you, but he just doesn't take the initiative to talk.

There is only one large class scheduled this afternoon, and everyone can review and digest the lessons just taught by the professor freely in the other small class.

After all, the training was not a formal class for students, so it soon became noisy. Everyone was chatting together, and those who were craving for cigarettes went outside to chat and relax.

Ma Xudong sat in his seat, turned around and looked at Fang Qingye who was chatting with Cheng Zhenzhen. After thinking for a while, he picked up his laptop and walked to the back.

"Cheng Zhenzhen." Ma Xudong greeted with a smile.

Cheng Zhenzhen naturally recognized this young man with a face full of bumps and dents. He was a top student recruited from the School of Finance of Renmin University last year.

She glanced at Ma Xudong and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Our department has received a model for credit risk assessment. What do you think of it?" Ma Xudong said as he placed his laptop on the desk.

When Cheng Zhenzhen heard that it was a mathematical model, she immediately became interested.

As a risk assessor, she naturally enjoys these.

"Open it and let me see." He made way for the other person. "Wait a moment."

Ma Xudong immediately opened his laptop and started operating it.

Fang Qingye was also very interested. In the past few months, he built several digital models and made a small profit.

How about this digital model?
But he didn't say anything. Instead, he took the initiative to move his laptop to the side to leave more space for Ma Xudong.

Soon, a mathematical model formula appeared on the computer screen.

"Take a look."

Fang Qingye leaned over to take a closer look.

Oops
Isn't this the one you built yourself?
Under the instigation of the Dongguan girl, the bunch of idiots in the group with an IQ above 150 started a modeling duel. Fang Qingye didn't want to care about it at first, but the other party was too arrogant, so he built this mathematical model.

Of course, it was not a free profit. I made 500,000 yuan. For this reason, Director Zhou of the research center at the Oriental Bank headquarters was willing to recruit me to work in Yanjing.

But he refused.

How did it appear in Ma Xudong’s laptop?

oh.
This digital model was established at the request of the research center at the Oriental Bank headquarters. It is certainly not something that is just played with and then put on the shelf. It is definitely intended to solve some practical problems in the bank's internal risk management. It is sent down to the provincial branch level for actual use. This is normal.

Fang Qingye understood instantly.

Cheng Zhenzhen was immediately attracted by the data and began to input the data for debugging. Fang Qingye took a look at it and ignored it.

What's good about what you wrote?
"Fang Qingye, does this look familiar to you?" Ma Xudong asked.

Before Fang Qingye could say anything, Cheng Zhenzhen, who was staring at the screen, said, "Ma Xudong, are you deliberately making fun of us at Shencai? Fang Qingye is just an undergraduate, and he works at a grassroots bank. Learning modeling isn't his priority. If you can ask him how to count money, bundle money, flip a calculator, and communicate with customers, he'll definitely be better than you."

Fang Qingye smiled after hearing this. "My senior sister is right."

Ma Xudong was slightly disappointed.

He originally thought that Fang Qingye was the East Sea Swordsman in the group. Seeing the digital model he wrote, he would at least say modestly: "This is very similar to the digital model I wrote some time ago."

But the other party just took a look and remained indifferent.

That definitely wasn't written by him.

In fact, he had no idea that Fang Qingye was thinking: the bizi theory has already made headlines once, so let it go this time to avoid causing another fuss.

Besides, who would believe that an undergraduate student could write such a complicated mathematical model?

Explanation?

is it necessary?

Fang Qingye simply made way for Ma Xudong and let him sit next to Cheng Zhenzhen.

Cheng Zhenzhen stared at the screen, clicking the mouse and typing numbers while praising, "Ma Xudong, who built this? They actually used a logistic regression model. It's simple, yet very effective."

Since this was not the Fang Qingye in front of him nor the East China Sea Swordsman on the Internet, Ma Xudong naturally would not tell Cheng Zhenzhen too much information. He just said that this was issued by the head office and asked them to use it in practice.

"If I could ever meet this great god, I would definitely bow down to him and take him as my teacher!" Cheng Zhenzhen had an expression of admiration on her face.

Fang Qingye smiled, picked up the teacup and took a sip without saying anything, looking at the scenery outside the window.

(End of this chapter)