"Of course, the higher the level, the more attention it will attract, but the specific impact is uncertain." The old man said, "As the situation changes, they might spend huge sums to buy you over, launch an all-out assassination attempt, or strengthen friendly relations. There's no way to say for sure."
Katerina frowned, her face filled with conflict.
"You don't need to agonize over it. Your report isn't decisive. Song He's level will be determined based on a comprehensive analysis of information from various channels. Our intelligence network is preparing a test paper specifically for Song He. At most, you count as one multiple-choice question." The old man said, "Do you understand?"
"I understand." Katerina nodded.
Thousands of miles away.
Song He had no idea that the intelligence agencies of various countries were being swept up in turmoil over him. Of course, he didn't care, either.
At the moment, all he had in his eyes was mathematics. He was cramming hard to prepare for next month's Bason International Mathematics Summit.
Before attending, he had to learn as much as possible. Only then would he be able to understand more of the academic giants' debates at the venue!
If he himself knew nothing, then even if he made it to the summit venue, listening to his peers discuss their work would be like listening to a heavenly tome, and he would be wasting a precious opportunity.
Song He plunged into a grueling life of study. He spent more than twenty hours a day sitting in front of the computer, burrowing into one unfamiliar mathematical problem after another, charging left and right through the labyrinths of various mathematical subfields, greedily devouring knowledge like Taotie.
It was true seclusion and ascetic cultivation. He never left the dormitory!
The cafeteria's delivery workers brought