International Computer commission!
For a time, people who are working turn their heads and look at Qin Luo one after another. Their eyes are full of curiosity.
"What is he looking for you for?"
"He told me that tomorrow is the Turing Award Ceremony, and he hoped that I would attend on time!" Qin Luo said.
Turing prize? Turing prize!
Hearing Qin Luo's words, Fu Zhendong instantly widened his eyes.
He finally remembered that Qin Luo had a hard task on his shoulder, that is to win the first monument in the field of computer: Turing Award!
Without enough time to think about it, Fu Zhendong quickly asked, "when do you want to start?"
"It seems to be coming at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning..."
10:00 tomorrow morning? Worge!
Looking out of the window has been yellow sky, Fu Zhendong mouth a draw, the heart suddenly impatient.
There is less than 14 hours left between now and the official start of the award ceremony.
Let's not mention whether there are flights from China to the United States.
Even if there is, there is no time for that!
Because Orleans is a small city, it does not have its own airport, that is, you have to fly to the United States by plane, and then transfer to a car or train to Orleans.
Even if, put aside the transfer time, this time is not possible!
It's over! It's all over!
This is a big deal!
"Plop..." Fu Zhendong's legs suddenly trembled, his knees suddenly softened, and the whole person fell to the ground.
He regretted that he allowed Qin Luo to study manned spaceflight.
It can be studied slowly when you come back after winning the prize.
After all, there is only one chance to win the prize, but there is still a lot of time to do the experiment!
Not today. We can change it to tomorrow.
Not tomorrow. We can change it to the day after tomorrow.
As for the day after tomorrow, we can change it to the day after tomorrow.
Why is it now?
Fu Zhendong's eyes were blank, his face was gray, and his mouth twitched.
He seemed to be shrouded in a cloud.
Emmmm, is it necessary to be so pessimistic?
Looking at Fu Zhendong's gray expression, Qin Luo's mouth was in a fit of frenzy.
The conscience of heaven and earth, he did not mean to frighten people at all.
He was simply stating a fact.
It's just that it's not over!
"Fu Yuan, in fact, is not without solutions..." Qin Luo said with a smile.
The solution?
On hearing the speech, Fu Zhendong's eyes flashed a wisp of essence. He jumped up from the ground and looked at Qin Luo with burning eyes: "Qin Luo, what can I do? Talk about it quickly!"
"I've talked to the people on the computer board and proposed to postpone the award ceremony." Qin Luo said with a smile.
Postponed?
So Qin Luo can catch up with the awards?
Hearing this, Fu Zhendong breathed a long breath.
That's sort of good news.
"So they agreed?" On Fu Dong's face, there was a gloomy smile.
"Er No! " Qin Luo said.
No No,
Fu Zhendong's legs trembled and he was about to fall.
A second ago, Qin Luo said that he had come up with a solution and had a good communication with the international computer Commission.
But after a second, Qin Luo said what, the other side did not agree.
Ha ha, Qin Luo, are you performing face changing?
"Qin Luo, what's going on here? Tell me what's going on!" Fu Zhendong sternly asked.