A genius student? Ha, they're nothing but ants at your feet!

This blunt truth was spoken.

The crowd seemed to have been touched upon by some painful collective memory, nodding repeatedly in deep agreement, like chicks pecking at rice.

"But to be frank..."

A young researcher held the back of his head with both hands, a strange light gleaming in his eyes.

"What Su Hao came up with this time was truly exciting and gave me goosebumps."

I can't even imagine what it will be like once this system is fully implemented and connected to the city's network.

This enormous city will undergo a tremendous, almost miraculous transformation as a result!

"Shut your mouth!" The person next to him was so frightened that they quickly covered his mouth.

"Hey! The code is still running on the server!"

You dare to make such a bold move at this critical juncture!

Watch out, the code might explode!

"No, no, no, I'm serious."

The man posed a very real question.

"This architecture is ahead of its time. Once our project team delivers and leaves, who will the city hall rely on for the ongoing maintenance of this system?"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The researcher's extremely blunt question was like a bucket of ice water poured over someone's head.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

The reason is very simple.

This level of genius code would be impossible to handle if it were left to outsourcing teams that only know how to follow instructions and don't understand the underlying logic.

Even the slightest change to a single line of core logic will inevitably lead to a massive collapse of the entire system.

That was absolutely a massive disaster that affected the entire city and left everyone in dire straits.

Do not make jokes.

Among the civil servants sitting in the official city hall, who even need an intern's help to pull up an Excel spreadsheet.

Is there really even one person who can master such an extremely abnormal and beyond-human-comprehension algorithm?

It's impossible even with your toes!

"It's such a simple thing, what's there to worry about?"

Why not just have the city hall sign a high-priced, long-term special contract with Su Hao, the architect of the underlying architecture?

What kind of unsolvable problem is this?

Older gingers are more spicy.

Allen's words directly revealed the hidden interests behind it.

"Holy crap, that makes sense!"

"That's true, if there's a really big bug, he'll have to step in personally."

Normally, all we need to do is have Su Hao produce a development document, or when he's in a good mood, hold a few training sessions for the official technicians, and that's it.

"Given the irreplaceable nature of this system, even if Su Hao only holds the prestigious title of 'Chief Technical Consultant for Municipal Administration,' he can still get paid without having to work in the office. This deal is absolutely a sure win!"

Watching the direction of the discussion.

Allen smiled knowingly, concealing his accomplishment.

As a veteran who has been navigating the world of fame and fortune for many years.

From the moment he first saw the wall full of formulas, he had already been planning how to use legitimate official channels to secure the most fitting reward and unparalleled glory for Su Hao's groundbreaking contribution!

Knowledge is wealth.

This outsourced consulting proposal, which involves technological monopoly, is the perfect entry point to pry open the city hall's treasury.

Upright and incorruptible.

This is the most secure job in the world.

As long as there are cars running on the streets of Boston, as long as this city continues to rely on Su Hao's god-like dispatch system.

This kid can sit at home like a lord, receiving a lifetime allowance like a nobleman, and steadily collect an extremely generous amount of technological dividends!

......

When Su Hao opened his eyes again, it was already dusk.

The neon lights of Boston are already on outside the window.

The brain nerves are still a bit unresponsive when the device is first turned on.

Having just woken up, he stared at the ceiling, his eyes revealing a sense of disorientation, as if wondering, "Who am I? Where am I? What did I eat yesterday?"

The suspended ceiling.

White light.

This extremely familiar, chilling sense of fragmentation.

A sudden chill ran down Su Hao's back.

"Holy crap, we're doomed..."

He had a bad feeling in his heart, and the beeping electrocardiogram monitor in his mind was already flashing into his mind.

I can only pray that all the gods will protect me, and that I won't open my eyes to find myself being carried away like a pig into the cold, lifeless intensive care unit of a hospital...

With a resume that's constantly in the ICU, how can he possibly survive in the academic elite circle if this embarrassing history gets out?

He acted like a thief.

He squinted furtively and furtively glanced around cautiously out of the corner of his eye.

Only after confirming that the familiar sofa beneath him was still safely lying in the laboratory.

His heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled down.

Alert lifted, fully recovered.

After confirming his safety, he secretly patted his chest, relieved that he had managed to survive this time and hadn't repeated the mistake of being hospitalized after falling into a coma last time.

joke.

As the saying goes, "A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit."

To prevent the tragedy of premature death caused by working under full load from happening again.

Before deriving the formula, Su Hao treated himself like a vulnerable animal, making protective plans comparable to those of an astronaut.

You have to understand, this is MIT's territory.

What we have no shortage of are those ultimate scroll kings who burn through their lifespan every day to conduct scientific research.

In this incredibly competitive and cutthroat place, the hard-earned experience of our predecessors is a vast database of questions on how to prevent sudden death, making it far too easy to copy their solutions.

Before starting work, I boldly downed three cans of the highest purity, high-calorie Red Bull!

I stuffed dozens of Snickers bars into my pocket—so sweet they'd make my teeth fall out!

Then, precisely supplement it with the "fragmented zombie-like hibernation method" that is accurate to the second, at the level of a time management master!

A multi-pronged approach was adopted.

With this combination of punches as a foundation, even if Death were lurking nearby with his scythe, it would be impossible for him to faint on the spot like last time!

He rubbed his slightly sore neck, secretly making plans.

The effective deep sleep time this time was slightly less than the normal standard...

In fact, during his final sprint, he was taking precautions to prevent his brain from suddenly crashing due to the continuous high workload.

He always made time to take very short naps, usually in ten-minute intervals.

However, after he put down the chalk and successfully derived the final verification model,

The string in my mind, which had been stretched to its limit and was about to snap, completely relaxed in that instant.

Overwhelmed by exhaustion, he didn't even have the strength to walk into the inner room and collapsed onto the sofa, falling into a deep sleep.