But journalists are different. They are a terrifying group because a large number of journalists can do whatever they want for the news.

In this world, it is estimated that only the group of illegitimate fans can compete with it!

"I haven't seen it in the last two days."

Lin Xiao replied lightly, and then concentrated on driving.

"call."

When Jiang Qiye heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. The shadow of his last interview by Li Shu had not subsided. If he found a bunch of reporters around his door, he would not have collapsed to death.

Since Lin Xiao’s observation ability has not found any reporters, it is probably gone.

He didn't think that the disguise of these reporters could deceive the old detective Lin Xiao, the eyes of the old detective.

Think about it, I am not a star, so who would take it at my doorstep for half a month just to interview myself.

"By the way, Uncle Lin, I have something to ask you."

After thinking about these things, Jiang Qiye suddenly spoke to Lin Xiao in front of him.

"Um?"

Hearing Jiang Qiye's voice, Lin Xiao's surprised eyes passed through the rearview mirror and unexpectedly looked at Jiang Qiye, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"That's right, I posted a paper, and many people have wanted to buy authorization for the use of this algorithm during this period, but I don't want to waste too much time on this, and my mother has never understood these things."

As he said that, Jiang Qiye paused. He knew that Lin Xiao already knew what he meant. He looked up at Lin Xiao's face, but he didn't see anything. He had no choice but to continue speaking, "I want you to help me find a more reliable person or company to help me deal with these things."

In fact, in Jiang Qiye's mind, Lin Xiao is the most suitable candidate.

But it goes without saying that he also knew that this possibility did not exist. Not to mention whether Lin Xiao was willing or not, Lin Xiao's identity alone made him destined to be unable to take responsibility for this matter.

After hearing this, Lin Xiao withdrew his gaze from the rearview mirror and nodded silently, "Okay, no problem."

It's just about finding a reliable person, which is simply a breeze for Lin Xiao, who has been a police officer for decades.

The moment Jiang Qiye spoke, he thought about it, and the names of several people appeared in his mind.

As the car sped all the way, Jiang Qiye and his group soon returned to the community.

"Dad, mom! This is the gift Jiang Qiye bought for you!"

Lin Muxue said as she took out the various specialties they bought from her suitcase and handed them to Zhong Xue.

"Oh, you guys bring so many things back when you go out to play, so you don't feel tired."

Zhong Xue looked at the exquisite Tibetan sculpture in her hand. Although she was complaining, anyone could hear the happy tone inside.

Looking at Lin Muxue who kept getting up and squatting down, the smile on Zhong Xue's face became more and more intense.

She turned to Lin Xiao, who was also playing with the sculpture, and nodded slightly.

Seeing Zhong Xue nodding from her, Lin Xiao, who had a gloomy face along the way, then he breathed a sigh of relief, and a rare smile appeared on his face.

When Lin Muxue helped Lin Fuxue get special products together, Jiang Qiye was a little confused when he got up. Why did he smile for no reason?

With Zhong Xue's efforts to keep him, Jiang Qiye left after having supper.

After returning home, Jiang Qiye immediately put down the gift box in his hand.

He rushed into his room, took out paper and pen, and explained the Kaoru Gu's conjecture his thoughts on the plane. He planned to finish the proof of Kaoru Gu's conjecture in one breath.

This time I wrote the paper differently than last time.

Fuzzy algorithms apply a lot of mathematical theoretical knowledge, and they need to verify a lot of data, and in this process, they will make the theory of the entire algorithm complete step by step.

The current "Kao Valley Conjecture" is mathematical proof. To put it bluntly, it is a proof problem, but it is countless times more complicated. His current purpose is more like solving problems, and he writes down his own problem-solving steps step by step according to his ideas.

In the evening, Jiang Qiye heard the sound of He Hui entering the door and interrupted his work.

"mom!"

He Hui, who was still changing shoes, heard Jiang Qiye's voice, looked up and looked with a smile on her face, "Are you back?"

"How is it, are you having fun?"

"I'm very happy!"

Jiang Qiye said as he opened his suitcase, "These are all gifts Mu Xue bought for you, please take a look."

As he said that, he handed the things in his hand to He Hui. In the entire suitcase, except for the two of them who bought some clothes for changing clothes, the rest were all gifts for them.

Taking the thing from Jiang Qiye's hand, He Hui glanced at it and smiled with satisfaction, "Thank you Mu Xue for me, and ask her to come to her house for dinner another day."

"OK!"

Moreover, after chatting for a while, Jiang Qiye returned to his room and continued to solve his problems.

Since that day, he has been writing papers. When he was mentally exhausted, he drank a bottle of psychotropic agents. His body was exhausted and he couldn't support it. He then lay in bed and slept for several hours.

Even the exercise task that he had persisted for several months, he had given up and devoted himself to solving this problem.

Over the past decades, countless mathematics enthusiasts and number theory researchers have repeatedly verified this problem, but none of them have succeeded.

Even a number theory master who won the Fields Medal once publicly stated that his next research topic was the Kakuya Conjecture, but for so many years, he could not give a suitable proof of this conjecture, and finally he gave up the topic helplessly.

The charm of number theory is here, and apples hang on everyone's head. Whether mathematicians or mathematicians can see the seductive bright red. They just wait for a tall man to come, tiptoe and pick it.

When he entered the state, he completely forgot about external things and even forgot about himself.

Only every stroke in your hand.

The infinite numbers are infinitely enlarged under his pen tip, and are infinitely reduced in line expressions. The interlaced numbers and symbols form spells, weaving magic to describe the truth of the universe.

Time passes day by day.

A thick draft book is covered with 01 numbers, like a password to solve the puzzles in the world.

After drinking his last bottle of psychotropics, Jiang Qiye's eyes turned red, like a crazy gambler, using his chips to gain greater gains.

Lin Muxue, opposite, lifted up a corner of the curtain and looked at Jiang Qiye's room with lights on, looking worried.

It is already two o'clock in the morning. After they came back, she could see the lights in Jiang Qiye's room every night.

After Jiang Qiye returned, he sent her a message saying that he might be a little busy during this period.
Chapter completed!