Song He turned around. The four incoming university students had all completed the security check and come inside.
"Teacher Tang, where are we going?" Zhao Yiyi asked.
"Go wander around according to the map. You're free now!" Song He waved them away. "Find some popular old men to take photos with and post them to your feeds. Go to the restaurants and eat your fill. If you happen to cause trouble, just don't mention your teacher's name!"
The four burdens were sent away, and Song He felt immensely relieved as he began wandering around.
Lou Jinghui's popularity was unexpectedly high, probably because he had been to the moon and had appeared in the news several times. A crowd surrounded him for photos, including quite a few young and beautiful graduate students.
Song He sighed inwardly. Lou Jinghui, Lou Jinghui. You look honest and simple on the surface, but you've got plenty of romantic entanglements behind the scenes. They're all graduate students, too. I hope Old Lou stays clear-headed and doesn't conduct research with them.
Xie Kefu, meanwhile, was mingling with a group of Russians. His expression was solemn as he chatted in rolling Russian, all trilled and slurred. From their expressions, they didn't seem to be discussing mathematical problems, nor did they seem to be gossiping. They looked like a Russian mafia gang discussing a war. It was a peculiar sight.
Right then, some staff members happened to enter and distribute simultaneous-translation devices. They were the headset type. Song He took one and put it on, then passed by Xie Kefu and listened to what the Russians were saying.
"Does Chenghuang allow remote work? I also have a position at the rocket center, so I can't stay here long."
"Let's exchange contact information. You can help arrange something for me.