Fu Zhendong's eyes narrowed slightly and looked up and down at Qin Luo.

A moment later, Fu Zhendong flashed a determination in his pupil, and said seriously: "if what I expected is right, it should be an insurance seller?"

Selling insurance?

Wait, this must be my wrong way to open it!

Qin Luo rubbed his ears, looked at Fu Zhendong with a confused face and asked, "Fu Yuan, what do you say? Can you say it again? I didn't hear you just now... "

Didn't you hear me?

That's easy to do!

"Cough ~" Fu Zhendong cleared his throat and put on a bright smile: "Qin Luo, you don't have to hide it. It's not a shame to be entangled by insurance sellers."

Selling insurance?

Shentemo sells insurance!

Can you talk to me?

"Fu Yuan, do you know that your joke is not funny at all." Qin Luo said.

Are you kidding?

Fu Zhendong laughs bitterly. Seriously, he is not joking!

"Qin Luo, do you think I'm joking?"

"Isn't it?"

"Of course not!" Fu Zhendong said with a proud face.

Hearing this, Qin Luo's corners of the mouth twitch.

This NIMA, he really does not know what to say!

"Fu Yuan, seriously, you should play mahjong when you are free recently."

"Why should I play mahjong?"

"Because he can prevent heimers syndrome." Qin Luo said earnestly.

Heimers syndrome?

Hearing Qin Luo's words, Fu Zhendong almost did not close his breath.

For heimertz syndrome, Fu Zhendong is no stranger, this is known as the killer of the elderly disease "Alzheimer's disease!"

For a moment, Fu Zhendong's psychology had the impulse of a dog. He wanted to hit Qin Luo in the face and teach him to speak well!

"Hum!" Not angry at Qin Luo, Fu Zhendong snapped: "Qin Luo, don't grind haw, something to say."

"If it's OK, go out!"

Grinding haw?

Qin Luo didn't agree with this.

He's a famous fast shooter! What we should do is to be vigorous and vigorous!

Qin Luo wanted to correct Fu Zhendong very much, but looking at Fu Zhendong's face full of iron and blue, the words of his mouth were swallowed by Qin Luosheng again.

After a little hesitation, Qin Luo said, "Fu Yuan, do you know about the international computer commission?"

International Computer Commission?

As one of the leading figures in Chinese academic circles, Fu Zhendong is no stranger to it.

But Qin Luo suddenly mentioned the computer Commission. What will members do?

Suddenly, a wisp of light flashed in Fu Zhendong's mind.

He thought of a possibility, a possibility that made his blood boil.

Turing prize!

At this moment, the international computer Commission. The sudden call, there is only one explanation, that is: Turing!

Forced to endure the excited mood, Fu Zhendong trembled and asked, "is it Turing?"

"Yes, Turing!" Qin Luo nodded heavily and said, "just now, I received a call from the Committee. They told me that the Turing prize presentation ceremony will be held in two weeks' time in Auckland, and I am one of the participants."

Turing, really Turing.

Although Fu Zhendong's heart early had the answer, but when Qin Luo himself admitted, his small heart or uncontrollable crazy jump.

Turing!

That's Turing!

It is the highest award in the field of computer science.