During the AT investigation, Zhang Jing traveled from the western part of the league to the eastern part of the district.

The specific location is Cambridge, Boston, the city where Harvard University is located.

Pretty big says Carsten. Professor Hermanson is a severe Asian discriminator who would not work in Hong Kong under any circumstances.

In any case, it naturally includes money.

Money can't be impressed, which makes Zhang Jing feel powerful.

Take a taxi from the airport to the school, and look at the scenery outside the car window along the way, the streets are not as clean as expected, and the environment is not as good as imagined.

to the place.

Taxis pulled off the side of the road in front of one of Harvard's many school gates.

Because it is only one of many school gates, the gate is not as grand as imagined, and even very ordinary.

A red brick wall, a small courtyard door was opened, people came and went, and there was no security in sight, Zhang Jing walked in directly.

The old rules, Twitter check-in, Facebook check-in, tell his girlfriend his whereabouts.

One notification at a time is too slow, so simple and convenient.

Putting down the phone and walking more than 20 meters inside, Zhang Jing stopped a yellow-skinned, very thin girl carrying a black schoolbag.

"Good afternoon," Zhang Jing asked, "You know Carsten. How do you get to Professor Hermanson's office?"

"Yes," the girl was enthusiastic, "I can take you there if you need to."

"I need," you're welcome here, Zhang Jing answered immediately, "Thank you very much."

The girl smiled slightly, about 1.7 meters tall, and looked only about 80 pounds, with a backbone in her bones.

But it's a very optimistic girl.

"Follow me." The girl beckoned to Zhang Jing and took the lead in turning around.

Going deep into the school and walking between the college buildings, Zhang Jing took the initiative to chat and ask, "Where are you from?"

"D-Zone."

"Wow," Zhang Jing praised, "you're very good at learning."

"My grandparents, my parents, and my parents used to be Harvard students, so they didn't pay so much attention to grades when they admitted me."

Zhang Jing gave a thumbs up, "The family is a top student."

As for who the grandparents of the girl in front of him are, Zhang Jing doesn't care, there are many people in District D in the league area.

In some neighborhoods, neighborhoods, and towns in some big cities, there are not only signboards in Chinese characters, but also Chinese character newspapers.

"By the way," the girl remembered something, reminding Zhang Jingdao, "Carsten. Professor Hermanson is a donkey party;

We have always insisted on subdividing Asians, and it is very unfriendly to Asians and especially to D Americans, so you have to be mentally prepared."

Zhang nodded, he knew before he came that Harvard itself was more radical.

It currently hardly accepts international students from Zone D.

Even if you accept it, you must have studied abroad in other regions, or you must be a D-zone citizen who has already obtained a green card.

Because of this incident, a more serious D-zone student sued Harvard.

What I didn't expect was that I actually won and entered a prestigious school as I wished.

Thinking about things in his heart, following the female students, Zhang Jing entered a teaching building and came to the door of an office on the second floor.

"This is Carsten. Professor Hermanson's office," the female student finally reminded softly, "I wish you success."

"Thank you."

As he spoke, Zhang Jing knocked on the door.

"Please come in." A middle-aged man's voice came from behind the door.

Zhang Jing pushed the door and walked in.

"Hello Carsten. Professor Hermanson, I'm Jack. Zhang."

"I know," Carsten. Hermanson sat behind his desk, no more than fifty years old, with thick glasses, "Something?"

"I have a friend who is investing in neural computers and needs your help."

"Xiangjiang?"

Nodded his head.

"No," Carsten. Professor Hermanson decisively refused, "The Alliance and D are now in competition, I will not help the enemy develop technology, don't even think about it, go out.

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Zhang Jing corrected, "Science knows no borders."

"Science has borders," Carsten. Hermanson corrected Zhang Jing in reverse, "The league will always maintain an advantage over Zone D."

"It's not about justice," Zhang explained, "we're talking about scientific research, working for global social progress, poverty reduction, and the benefit of mankind."

"Less," Carsten. Professor Hermanson waved his hand, "Anyway, I won't go to work in Hong Kong anyway, and I won't work for Asians."

Zhang Jingjia bet, "The monthly salary is 100,000 meters!"

100,000 meters is definitely a high salary, and the annual salary of a medium-sized financial company is only 2 million meters.

For ordinary professors, 200,000 yuan is a year's income, and Zhang Jing gives a monthly salary of 100,000 yuan, which belongs to smashing tofu with a sledgehammer.

Really.

Carsten. Professor Hermanson's expression was visibly stunned, but he still shook his head, "No one can shake my patriotism."

Sure can't convince Carsten. Hermanson, Zhang Jing left for the time being, and went back to find a way.

Go out of the office door.

He is about 1.7 meters tall and looks only about 80 pounds, and the Asian students are still there.

"Did you hit the wall?" The schoolgirl asked.

Nodded his head.

"My name is Shemi," the skeletal Asian student introduced himself, "and I'm also a brain scientist;

Animals don't count, a total of 65 human brains have been opened."

Zhang Jing looked at Xie Mi in front of him in surprise, and asked in disbelief, "You, brain scientist?"

"Brain scientist-," Shemmy, clenching his fingers, "minus a little."

Looking at Xie Mi up close, Zhang Jing decided to throw her into the neural computer development team, even if it was a 'scientist-, better than nothing.

There was a decision in his heart, afraid that the other party would be too proud, Zhang Jing said unpleasantly, "One month probation period."

"Thank you, Boss Zhang," Xie Mi excitedly expressed his gratitude, "When will I start working?"

"You know me?" Zhang Jing pointed to himself and asked.

"Nightclub guys, Doctor rescuers, Wanderer recruits, Shoot Internet celebrities, Balance Bomb, Boxing in the ring," Shemmy said with a smile on his face, "I recognized me when you stopped me."

Zhang Jing was speechless, the other labels are good, if you want to wash the title of nightclub expert, I'm afraid it's not easy.

Add Facebook friends, Zhang Jing sent the address to Xie Mi.

Seeing the work location, Xie Mi's expression was happy, "I like Xiangjiang, it's good."

"Please work hard when you get there," Zhang Jing told the new hires, "and if the project is successful, you will get a good bonus in addition to the salary."

The bony Shemi likes Qian Dao, "Sounds tempting."

"Can you leave now?" "For some reasons, the project time is short," Zhang stressed.

Money can make ghosts grind, and Shemi immediately sets off.

Zhang Jing can't leave yet, he has to continue to find a way to convince Carsten. Hermanson went to Hong Kong to join the development of neural computers.

The matter of the beautiful big has to be solved as soon as possible, it will be bad to drag it to death, it contacts the last store.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Jing stayed at the Four Seasons Hotel near the school.

Just soaked in the bathtub, the little - fear-horror-minute - who had not been in touch for a while - sent a message from Holsie Victoria.

Invite Zhang Jing to her house for dinner.

The motive is obviously impure, in this case, Zhang Jing will go or not?

"Great, please leave a mark here."