rpbooks Chapter 217 Top-Tier Equipment
Chapter 217 Top-Tier Equipment
After a brief silence, several pure scholars who had truly reached the pinnacle of mathematics nodded slowly, a hint of understanding flashing in their eyes, and with deep sympathy.
"The dean is right... Even Galois, who laid the foundation for modern group theory, couldn't even cross the threshold of university."
"Abel, who proved that there is no formula for solving quintic equations, didn't even get a doctoral degree."
In the face of true talent, all rules are meant to be trampled.
Led by several top scholars, the atmosphere in the entire conference room was instantly and completely reversed.
At the end of the meeting, the chairperson read out the final resolution:
"Proposal No. 042:
Hao Su has been officially appointed as a joint research fellow in the Department of Mathematics at MIT.
The principal investigator is Dean Whitman, who assumes all additional administrative and legal responsibilities.
All future commercial revenue generated from this project will be distributed in strict accordance with TLO's internal bylaws. Please vote.
At MIT, to prevent potential future legal battles over intellectual property rights...
The Technology Licensing Office (TLO) has extremely strict and unshakeable written regulations regarding the allocation of equity in research achievements generated within the university:
The inventors accounted for one-third, their respective departments accounted for one-third, and MIT itself accounted for one-third!
Those present were all top-notch intelligent people; they understood immediately with a little thought.
If this revolutionary transportation model project ultimately succeeds and is naturally rolled out to major cities across the United States...
So, the value of Su Hao's one-third share of the research...
It will be an astronomical figure that will make even the professors here, who are used to big events, feel breathless!
"Now, is there anyone who objects?" Whitman coldly surveyed the room.
In the dead silence, the crowd looked at each other, and then, one after another, they raised their hands with extremely complicated expressions.
There is no suspense.
The final resolution was passed unanimously!
As the gavel fell, history was rewritten in that moment.
Su Hao, a guy who has never even taken a final exam, has become the first joint researcher with undergraduate status in MIT's 100-year history, a feat unprecedented in history!
.......
a few days later.
At the far end of the second-floor corridor of the MIT Mathematics Department building.
As the sound of the drill faded, the repairman respectfully withdrew.
A brand-new nameplate, gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, was firmly nailed to the heavy door.
【Room 2-148】
[Su Hao, Lead Researcher, Department of Mathematics, MIT]
"Squeak—"
Pushing open the heavy door, a strong smell, unique to newly renovated facilities and mixed with high-grade engine oil and formaldehyde-removing paint, hits you.
This smell might be a bit pungent to the average person, but to a true scientific fanatic, it's even more exhilarating than Chanel No. 5.
This once empty house has now been transformed into a horrific and outrageous mess.
Besides the huge floor-to-ceiling windows that face the entire Charles River in Boston...
The other three walls of the office have all been transformed into integrated blackboards, and the original thin matte protective film has not even been removed yet.
call out--!
Root, one of the three geeks following behind Su Hao, couldn't help but let out an extremely loud whistle, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
"Holy crap... bro, this is all your territory now?"
He spread his arms wide in an exaggerated manner.
"My God, I spent three whole years at MIT, and I practically wore out the professors' doors."
This is the most outrageous level of spectacle I've ever seen before!
"Entropy" and "Cyber Fox" stared wide-eyed, almost drooling, and exclaimed in amazement as they groped around the room.
"Holy crap! This hardware and the sense of space are several levels more luxurious than most tenured professors' private offices!!"
Su Hao scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, smiled, and casually unfolded the densely packed construction drawings in his hand.
He hadn't expected MIT's logistics department to be so efficient this time.
The office was indeed customized and renovated exactly according to the almost demanding requirements on his drawings, down to the last detail.
"My God, the computing power of this workstation is simply incredible! Is this a model leaked from the military?"
"My eyes are blind! Look at this touch-screen whiteboard!"
Even the model number is the latest test version that hasn't been released on the market yet. The size is really outrageous, bigger than my bed!
In fact, Su Hao himself is not very sensitive to the specific models and parameters of these hardware devices, thinking that as long as the code can run stably, it is fine.
Therefore, when submitting the initial material requirements list for the project to the logistics department, he specifically sought off-site assistance from his group of geek friends who were obsessed with hardware.
As you can imagine, these guys really dare to fill in anything.
With the eyes gleaming and their eyes gleaming as they frantically smuggled in their own agendas, through their collective efforts...
This lab, originally intended only for algorithm work, is now crammed with a bunch of top-of-the-line equipment that even MIT undergraduates wouldn't dare dream of:
A miniature, high-precision 3D printer capable of directly constructing a complex road surface model of Boston within minutes based on input data;
A set of expensive, ultra-high precision pressure-sensitive digital pen and a giant drawing tablet;
A storage cluster arranged like a honeycomb, capable of supporting terrifying data throughput;
And... a standalone intranet node server that directly uses military-grade protocols!
This is clearly a group of reckless geeks using Su Hao's rare title of "being ordered to use public funds to fleece customers" to smuggle in extremely strong personal agendas.
"I hereby unilaterally declare that from today onwards, I'm going to live here shamelessly! Anyone who tries to kick me out will face my wrath!"
"Entropy" was like a spoiled child, slumping into an extremely expensive, top-of-the-line ergonomic chair and kicking its legs, spinning wildly in place.
"Of course! I'd love to live here too! No rent off-campus, plus I can use this kind of equipment anytime—it's fantastic!"
"Root" was drooling as he stared at the expensive-looking, large leather sofa in the corner that could fit three people.
"Alright, alright, stop embarrassing yourselves."
The most composed "Cyber Fox" had already taken his seat at the control panel, his ten fingers flying across the mechanical keyboard, leaving a blur of afterimages.
"Now that all the hardware is in place, all we need to do is connect the network node of this intranet server to the transportation bureau, and we'll be completely done!"