Qiao Ze said, "Oh, on the way back, we could give these propositions to Tan Jingrong. He could use them to write those papers and figure out the methods of those mathematical tools more quickly, and even make some bonus money, which is pretty good."
"Yeah," Li Jiangao answered with a complex expression and glanced at Zheng Luhua beside him.
Fortunately, Principal Zheng was only tilting his face, listening attentively.
At least it didn't seem like he was temperamental.
However, Xu Dajiang couldn't help but give Li Jiangao a glare.
Why didn't you say so earlier!
If he had known Qiao Ze was a paper-producing machine, why would he have gone to such great lengths to do all that stuff?
Not only did he owe a favor for nothing, but he also attracted a whole lot of trouble.
He should have just shoved a dozen PhDs into Qiao Ze's project team from the start, and everyone could have gone crazy writing papers.
In one year, they would have a burst of dozens of top SCI papers, maybe even dozens in the second tier, and the School of Mathematics would have everything!
When the inspection team came down for a visit, he could have looked down on them through his nostrils.
Now, all he could do was hope that Qiao Ze would start his next project soon.
If the next project was still this kind of cutting-edge applied research, easy to get results and produce papers in bulk, Xu Dajiang thought it might be worth considering stuffing all the PhDs from the School of Mathematics into it for a golden opportunity. Hopefully, it wouldn't be a research project in mathematical theory...
That would be a real loss.
This is also the reason why Xu Dajiang decisively chose to abandon academia and embark on an administrative career after the age of forty-five.
Although he was still supervising doctoral and graduate students, after becoming the dean, he actually did no research work besides occasionally checking on his doctoral students' progress. Even the graduate students were being supervised by his doctoral students.
The key issue was that the deeper one went into this field, the more difficult it became and it was also hard to achieve truly impressive results.
Unless one tackled problems that had remained unsolved for over a century, no one would remember them.
It's just like Louis Caffarelli, who just won the Abel prize this year.
Apart from those in the theoretical mathematics and physics fields who knew this professor was a PDE expert, most people hearing his name beyond those circles would only have question marks— who is this old man and what are his achievements?
So when Xu Dajiang heard that Qiao Ze's new research topic was in this direction, it was inevitable he would be disappointed. This was miles apart from the previous project studying group theory to construct a self-supervised intelligence framework, which could rake in huge profits!
It can't be that Qiao Ze is going to spend the next few years gnawing at this difficult problem, right?
Good thing Zheng Luhua wasn't thinking so much; almost as soon as Qiao Ze finished speaking, he promised, "Fine, no problem. Qiao Ze, when you get back, write up an application. If you don't know how, let Jian Gao help you write it. Jian Gao, after you write the application, give it directly to me, and I'll handle it. No matter what, we can't have the kid fund his own research, right?"
Zheng's statement also snapped Xu Dajiang back to reality, and he asked subconsciously, "Wait a moment, Qiao Ze, didn't you say earlier that you only conducted in-depth research on non-commutative geometry and group theory? You also self-studied partial differential equations in high school?"
Qiao Ze frowned, quite sure he had never said he specialized in any particular field.
Well, Uncle Xu not only seemed very free but also had a really bad memory. Qiao Ze had to patiently explain, "I have self-studied all mathematical knowledge systems that help in understanding physics."
"Ah..." Xu Dajiang looked at Li Jiangao in surprise, only to find Li Jian was zoning out.
Yes, Professor Li was feeling very panicked at the moment, thinking about the box of papers still piled up in the research group.