After Dean Xu and his team did this, there were basically no actuarial researchers willing to come to Xin Shun's team.

and……

Even if someone is willing to come to the team, their efficiency will not be as fast as Xin Shun and his team need.

Bass of Galton's laboratory is a capable general under Galton, and his actuarial ability is also of the highest level in the Federation.

"He has been on vacation recently and has been socialized," Galton was not confused when he heard Meng Fu say it, "I'll call him to go to your place, you're still in the capital."

"Okay," Meng Fu nodded. She was wearing slippers and walked towards the window. Her long white T-shirt covered her thin skeleton. "Teacher, has your team of teams studied the Internet neurons in the federal year?"

"You want to study the big framework of algorithms?" Galton's voice was a little solemn.

Meng Fu stood by the window, looking at the sky getting darker outside, and her mood was much calmer. She was not very slow. "I have searched all the existing algorithms, they are all very traditional. They build neurons layer by layer. The wake algorithm is no longer suitable for the basic construction we build. The new algorithm has a huge amount of computing..."

Galton listened quietly to Meng Fu's words, and at the end he spoke, "Don't force new algorithms. You can't do this set of federal algorithms in ten days. In a short period of time, you need to try to solve the old algorithm. I have a study here, and I'll find it and send it to you later."

"Thank you, teacher." Meng Fu spoke slowly.

Galton nodded and said, "When are you planning to come to the Federation? Our laboratory is like you, the logic space master. If you really can't make it, come here."

His voice was very gentle. This was not the first time Galton had persuaded Meng Fu.

Speaking of this, Meng Fu was silent again.

This is not the first time Meng Fu has been silent. Galton used to deliberately avoid this topic, but this time he did not stop. Instead, he smiled, "Can I ask, do you have any special reasons? Of course, if you are not willing to say it, you can not answer."

Galton heard Meng Fu say something like this, and Meng Fu also answered it, saying that she wanted to make money well.

She also said she was afraid of trouble.

But Galton knew that none of this was her true thought.

This time, Meng Fu was silent.

No one spoke on the phone for a long time. It was so long that Galton felt that Meng Fu could not speak, so she spoke softly, "Have you ever been exposed to an experiment that you don't like?"

"I don't like the experiment?" Galton was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "How could I not like to do the experiment?"

Meng Fu leaned against the window, his eyelashes drooped, and he also laughed softly, "That's what he said."

Speaking of this, the two of them didn't say much and hung up the phone.

Galton sent Bess' personal contact information to Meng Fu. Meng Fu and Bess did not use the phone number and they communicated with words on weekdays. She added Bess' contact information, put her phone back in her pocket and returned to the computer.

Neuron algorithms are indeed not that easy to construct, and it is even more difficult for them in less than half a month.

It was too late to follow the path before the Federation and the encoding was complicated, and Meng Fu might not be able to completely solve it. This time she could only find a simpler algorithm. She opened Skynet and searched for historical documents of network neurons.

Most of them are super projects, and the entire research institute is mobilized at any time, and this small factory in China is completely unworkable.

Meng Fu got Galton's answer and sent a WeChat message to Xin Shun.

Then minimize the page, pick up the cup at hand, and continue to walk to the window.

The water in the cup is already cold.

But Meng Fu didn't care either, and walked around by the window, which was her habit of falling into deep thought.

When Su Cheng came in, he saw her holding a white porcelain cup and walking slowly by the window. Her fingers were slender and clean and white. She pinched the teacup with her cold white fingertips, and could see the faint blue blood vessels.

While thinking, my eyelashes drooped, covering the careless charm of the peach blossom eyes.

The air conditioner was turned on in the study room, which was a little stuffy, and she opened the window in a small gap.

Su Cheng walked over and closed the window a little smaller, "Su Di made a midnight snack below."

"Wait a little longer." Meng Fu responded casually, then suddenly looked up. She put the cup in her hand on the table, and did not sit back on the chair. She turned on the computer and entered a line of code.

It was already late and the lights in the study were not on yet. Su Cheng watched Meng Fu sit back in front of the computer again. He walked aside and turned on the lights in the study, disturbing her, but just whispered to the door and returned to the downstairs.

Downstairs, Su Di has prepared the dessert for the midnight snack: "Miss Meng hasn't come down yet?"

"Give me a copy of the nearest arrangement form from the research institute." Su Cheng shook his head, and he reached out to take the tray from Su Di's hand.

Su Di nodded, "Okay, by the way, Professor Feng will go to the Federation tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Su Cheng held a tray, which contained desserts and coffee.

His voice sounded a little cold.

"Recently, the cases submitted by the Chinese Medicine Hospital have been extracted. They are new types of diseases and are highly contagious," Su Di frowned. "The domestic machine cannot detect it. The disaster is all remote villages and towns. The federal government lacks research staff, so Professor Feng applied directly."

The Fragrance Association is almost integrated with the Medical School. The Federation lacks manpower, so it lowers the bottom line of going to the Federation. Professor Feng won the first place in the last spice research and met the standards, so he submitted a federal application before.

But Su Cheng didn't expect that Feng Zhi would leave tomorrow.

He took the things and went upstairs to find Meng Fu. Some of the matter in Meng Fu's hand had fallen apart. When she heard Su Cheng's words, she paused slightly, "I'll go see him off tomorrow."

The lights in the room were on, and her eyelashes cast a shallow shadow under the eyelids.

She reached out and took the coffee that Su Cheng handed her.

Su Cheng grabbed her finger and supported her with one hand on the table. When he looked down, his eyebrows were deep, "Don't think too much, Professor Feng is going to study and research. I'm downstairs and I'm looking for me if you have something to do."

"Oh." Meng Fu responded slowly.

Su Cheng let go of his hand, and he looked into her eyes: "Is there nothing else to tell me?"

"have."

Su Cheng raised his eyebrows.

Meng Fu held the coffee and took a breath, with a clear tone: "Don't bother me."

Su Cheng paused, then shook his head, "Okay, Miss, I'll go out first."

He returned to the downstairs, and Su Di had already arrived at the institute's arrangement form and handed it to Su Cheng.

"Young master, Miss Meng took on a project, and... the military office has a big mess. The institute has been arguing all day today," Su Di sneered, "They like to draw big cakes. If they can't draw them, they have to ask someone to give an explanation. This time I happened to find Miss Meng and the others to take the blame."

It was okay for Dean Li of the Institute to be there before.

This time, Dean Xu's malice almost never needs to be covered up.

There are discussions in various groups and forums, and there are even signs on Weibo.

It may not be like this if you change someone, but...

This laboratory is left by Dean Li, and teachers and professors from all industries cannot help but speak out for it.

The quarrel is indeed very big.

Su Cheng took a casual look back, his eyebrows were faint, and his whole body was still cold.

"Young Master, are you crossing out this project?" Su Di shook his head, looking down on these bureaucrats very much. "These people have never learned to climb and want to go there. They don't think about it. Is this kind of internal strife useful? Is it easy to train a researcher?"

Nothing can be done, but it’s the first place to blame.

Su Cheng tapped the paper with his fingers one after another, his tone was indifferent, "Wait a minute."

**

The next day.

Beijing Airport.

Meng Fu wore a mask and came to see Professor Feng with Duan Yan and the others.

There are many people who come to see Professor Feng, including some from the Xiang Association. It is too difficult for the Fourth Society of Beijing to be able to join the Federation. Most of them look at Feng Zhi with envy.

Meng Fu and the others also met Feng Zhi's wife, a very gentle woman, holding the five or six-year-old Feng Jue by her side.

Meng Fu, Duan Yan and others stood behind and waited for Feng Zhi to come.

Meng Fu looked at Feng Zhi's unconcealed yearning between his eyebrows and said softly: "Congratulations."

Duan Yan hugged Feng Zhi, his tone could not hide his excitement, "Teacher, congratulations on getting what he wanted!"

"There are most of the reasons why I can go because of you, thank you." Feng Zhi knew how much he was. His skills have improved in the past year, and he has become vice president, and all the reasons are because of Meng Fu.

Meng Fu shook her head, she pulled off her mask, and said in a casual tone: "Teacher, are you really going to the Federation? Have you ever thought there might not be as good as you thought?"

"It's a paradise for all perfumers," Feng Zhi's eyes were filled with hope, "I want to do more."

Meng Fu looked at the light under Feng Zhi's eyes, pursed her lower lip, then withdrew her gaze, and smiled, "The journey is smooth."

Fengzhi went to the boarding gate.

Meng Fu stood there without leaving. Beside her, Little Radish Ding tilted his head slightly and looked at Meng Fu.

Meng Fu recognized this as Feng Zhi's son, Feng Jue.

He held his mother's hand, pursed his lips and watched Feng Zhi leave, his eyes a little red, but he didn't cry.

She put her hand on her back, bent down, looking straight at Feng Jue, "When you grow up and become a perfumer as powerful as your father, you can take your mother to see your father."

Feng Jue has always been peeking at Meng Fu.

As soon as Meng Fu spoke, he could hear Meng Fu's voice.

Hearing this, he tilted his head and curled his lips, "No."

Meng Fu raised his eyebrows.
To be continued...