"Click that link and take a look. It's an airline ticket discount coupon!" Xiang Xiaotong sneered. "Just some flashy promotion from a small European airline."
"That can't be right. Would they really forge an award email just to promote themselves?" Song He was puzzled. "How would they know you're a mathematician?"
"I have a platinum membership card! Before Neuron Company bought the plane, almost all our executives signed up for memberships with airlines around the world, just to make business trips more convenient when it mattered. The airlines naturally know their members' personal information inside out. They even send me little birthday gifts every year." Xiang Xiaotong continued laughing. "The Chen Prize is such a major award. Do you really think the email would be that simple and carelessly written?"
"Then... couldn't you sue them?" Song He was puzzled. "Would an airline really do something like that, risking a huge lawsuit and compensation claim just to sell a few plane tickets?"
"Sue them? No normal person would bother. You wouldn't get much money, and there are plenty of ambulance chasers waiting to drag things out. Only someone with nothing better to do would sue an airline over this!"
"You've never traveled abroad. Small overseas airlines can be incredibly unscrupulous. I've never flown with one myself, but when our company's executives were just starting out, they often flew around to study the market. The bizarre things they encountered challenged their common sense every single time, so I wouldn't be surprised by any shady stunt!"
Xiang Xiaotong yawned. "All right, just delete the spam email for me. I'm going to sleep."
The call ended.
Still uneasy, Song He searched the internet for news.
There wasn't much. After searching for a long time, he finally found something vaguely related.
"The International Mathematical Union