First came a deposit notification: 287,344.65 yuan had been credited to his bank card.
Seeing the oddly fractional amount, he knew the prize money for Question 50 had arrived. Since the exchange rate fluctuated constantly, amounts like this were common.
Song He secretly sighed. Knowledge really was wealth. Solving one problem had earned him nearly 300,000 yuan. Apparently, studying mathematics could indeed make one rich!
Next came a message from his supervisor.
An Yulong: "Question 50 passed in full. Both the steps and the result you provided were correct. The prize money should be transferred to you soon."
Song He replied, "I've already received it. Thank you, Teacher!"
An Yulong: "The leaders of several universities came to me asking about you. They want to hire you as a lecturer or assistant professor in their Mathematics Departments."
A list of schools arrived right afterward, along with their approximate salary ranges.
Song He was dumbfounded. He had only solved a math problem, yet schools already wanted to hire him as a teacher?
The Problem Wall's value was apparently even higher than he had expected!
He looked over the list of schools again. There were institutions from both China and abroad, most of them obscure diploma mills. Their salaries were nothing special—in fact, their annual pay was lower than the prize money for this one math problem.
An Yulong: "I turned them down for you. With your abilities, taking a position at one of those schools would be like burning a priceless ancient painting for firewood."
Song He quickly replied, "Thank you, Teacher! I really have no interest in employment either. I'll first follow you and study mathematics properly, then get my degree from Frontier Technology University before deciding what to do next."
His heart stirred faintly.
Teacher An usually wore a cold