The Real Rich Daughter is a Future Genius Scientist-Chapter 362 Fame

362 Fame

A week later, an old man pushed the door of Huaxin Bookstore in Beijing open.

When the shop assistants saw the old man, they smiled and greeted him, "Professor Min, you're here to buy magazines again."

Min Hai nodded and casually flipped through the magazine rack.

Although Min Hai was old now, he still maintained the habit of reading physics and mathematics magazines. 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘯𝘰𝑣𝘦𝘭.𝘰𝘳𝘨

"Has the International Mathematics Journal arrived?" Min Hai asked.

"Yes, on the shelf over there. The cover character of this issue seems to be Chinese. Take a look." The shop assistant took the magazines from a higher shelf and handed them to Min Hai.

Min Hai was suddenly stunned.

"Professor Min?" The shop assistant gently nudged the professor.

"Is this this month's International Mathematics Journal?" Min Hai frowned and asked.

"Yeah." The shop assistant was a little confused. She did not know what was wrong with Min Hai.

"Oh my God, this is Kratz's conjecture!" Min Hai looked at the cover excitedly. "It's actually her!"

Min Hai had met Guo Miao before and was now considered her colleague at the research institute. He did not expect Guo Miao to be published in an International Mathematics Journal.

On the cover, Guo Miao was wearing an ordinary white shirt and jeans, smiling peacefully.

Min Hai could hardly believe his eyes.

What was even more shocking was the title of the article.

[Chinese Scholar Solves Kratz's Conjecture]

Guo Miao solved Kratz's conjecture?

He opened the book excitedly and read the contents. His blood boiled.

It had been a long time since China had achieved such mathematical achievements. For such a young girl to actually achieve such great academic achievements, her future was really promising.

Just as Min Hai was reading Guo Miao's thesis, his phone rang. It was a call from Song Xian.

Song Xian was the principal of Beijing University. He had once sent an invitation to Guo Miao, but she had rejected it.

"Hello, Old Min, Old Yao and I are taking a taxi to the airport now." Song Xian was very anxious. He wasn't going to give Guo Miao a recommendation anymore. He wanted to give her the title of professor.

"Let's not go," Min Hai said.

"Old Min, what are you talking about? We should quickly poach such a good talent to join the school!" The person who spoke was Yao Wei, the current dean of Huaqing School of Mathematics.

When he saw the thesis, he immediately booked a plane ticket. He had to be one of the first to go to Haicheng.

The moment other universities saw such talent, they would immediately send their people over. Both domestically and abroad, they would definitely be on the plane. As the best science university in China, they must not fall behind.

"I won't be going. When you go, just help me send my regards to Guo Miao," Min Hai said. For some reason, he had a feeling that Guo Miao would not agree to any school's invitation.

Although he couldn't tell why, he had this intuition.

At this moment, in the principal's office of Haicheng High School, the teachers were also busy. The principal's phone never stopped ringing off the hook.

"We've already booked all the visitor slots for this month. Please come back next month."

"Guo Miao's contact information is private, so we can't give it to you for the time being."

"Guo Miao took a leave of absence today, so we can't contact her for the time being."

The principal put the phone aside, took a sip of tea, and cleared his throat.

The phone in his office was about to explode. All kinds of reporters, scholars, professors from various universities, and some high schools that were coming to study were all calling.

They either wanted to see Guo Miao or ask if they could collaborate. The principal had been on the phone for the whole morning. His hands were sore, his neck hurt, and his throat was dry.

However, he still had a smile on his face. He did not expect his student to be so promising.

The director suddenly rushed in. "Principal, the banner is ready. There are a lot of reporters at the door. We've already asked the security guards to disperse the rest. Is there anything else we need to do?"

"Today, I'll treat all the teachers and students to milk tea and afternoon pastries," the principal said with a smile.

"Good!" The dean rushed out of the office excitedly to order afternoon tea. The entire Haicheng High School was filled with a happy atmosphere.

At this moment, the protagonist of the news was lying in the hibernation pod, his consciousness shuttling through the game.