"I want to see the discarded drafts too. Send me whatever draft you're currently writing." Song He gathered the thick stack of papers and tapped them against the desk to align the edges. "By comparing the two, I can roughly understand how your thinking has changed and catch up with you as quickly as possible."
Song He was serious, and Xiang Xiaotong was tempted.
Writing rigorous economic theory and winning the Nobel Prize would be extremely difficult, but this kind of subject would be much easier. After all, the technologies of an era of transformation had been developed by the two of them. No one in the world understood those technologies better than this master-and-disciple pair. Anything they wrote would be authoritative.
If they wrote it seriously and founded a new school of thought, then with a weak year for awards, the Nobel Prize in Economics really wouldn't be a dream!
Although Song He didn't particularly care about the Nobel Prize either, he could finish it in his spare time. There was no reason not to take it if it was available.
"Hmm? What do you want to do by catching up with me?" Xiang Xiaotong asked in a deliberately teasing tone, pretending not to know the answer.
"Borrow an award." Song He grinned.
"No borrowing." Xiang Xiaotong raised her chin coldly.
"Don't be so heartless."
"When you have no use for me, you don't come see me for a month. Now that you do have a use for me, you want to borrow my award. Who's being heartless?" Xiang Xiaotong's eyes were filled with resentment.
"I've just been busy..."
"I'm busy too. I don't have time to let you borrow it."
"I was wrong. I really was wrong. I'm sorry."
"An apology in words?" Xiang Xiaotong continued acting coldly,