The Talent War

"Holy cow, this works? The simulation matches reality?" Lan Ke couldn't believe his eyes. His first thought was even whether the other party had faked it.

They had only gone back and modified the data after the virus was detected in July.

He then thought, You've given the simulation algorithm and conclusions. The virus will continue to evolve. If the future evolution of the virus doesn't match the mutation points you simulated, then you'll be ruined.

Levitt, as a Nobel laureate, and one from a few years ago at that, wouldn't take such a risk just to gain popularity.

Because data is updated every month, if academic fraud might only be discovered after ten or twenty years, then some people would indeed do it.

But if this academic fraud can be verified after two or three months, even the boldest and most unscrupulous person wouldn't dare to do it.

"This model can roughly predict the mutation of COVID within the next three years and the virus mutation points. Experts from various pharmaceutical companies can use these measured mutation points to design broad-spectrum vaccines.

After large-scale vaccination, if injected globally, the virus will be quickly eliminated. If injected in only some regions, the virus's mutation will still proceed according to my predictions.

After three years, we will update our model based on new data, and then design new broad-spectrum vaccines. With more data after three years, our prediction of mutations will also extend to five years or even longer.

At that time, the broad-spectrum vaccines designed based on the new model and new data will have a correspondingly extended effective period, thus gradually eliminating it."

After reading this, Lan Ke further dispelled his suspicion of the other party's academic fraud.

Because the other party gave a clear time limit, stating that this method is effective for three years and will be updated after three years, rather than making a sweeping claim of permanent effectiveness.

When the public exchange session began, Lan Ke saw a dense array of dialogue requests. Two thousand people, one thousand five hundred people, hoped to have a direct conversation with Chen Yuanguang to learn more details.

This was the first time Lan Ke had seen such a spectacular scene in all the remote meetings he had attended. The dialogue requests were still increasing, until ninety-five percent of the people had clicked the dialogue request.

"The paper should be published in Science this month. They have already accepted it."

"You can't wait to see the specific paper? No problem, I'll update it on arXiv after the meeting. My name there is light Chen."

"How did you come up with this technical route? My previous paper published in Nature had a lot related to biological computing and protein simulation evolution. This time, I hope to find a similar method to solve this problem."

"Have you considered working at Harvard? Haha, I haven't graduated yet. Let's talk about it after I graduate. I haven't decided where to go yet."

"How to precisely find the commonalities between mutation points? I have some thoughts on this, but I'm not very good at it. This is the work of pharmaceutical companies. They have to develop broad-spectrum vaccines based on my results.

I don't know much about virology."

"I am Chinese, from China, studying for a PhD at MIT. Will you consider returning to China afterwards? Of course, I will consider it. Have you considered coming to Jiang City University of Science and Technology? Sorry, I'm not considering that for now."

Chen Yuanguang was sweating profusely throughout the meeting, talking for a full ten hours, with a half-hour break in between for a meal.

The participants showed unprecedented strong interest.

Lin Jia watched Chen Yuanguang answer questions one after another from behind. She had the illusion that Chen Yuanguang was preaching, and a sense of pride welled up in her heart.

"Has anyone here attended the latest COVID-19 seminar hosted by MIT today?" Lan Ke asked in the big shot group.

"I attended. It was amazing. The young people nowadays are too impressive. I'm waiting for him to publish the paper on arXiv to take another look."

"Do you know him? Why haven't I heard of this person before? And he's Chinese. Which university did he graduate from? Yanjing University? @Lao Cao"

"No, I haven't heard of this person in the School of Biology. I should have an impression of those who went to MIT for a PhD from Yanjing University in recent years, unless he was an undergraduate or graduate who took a gap year."

After everyone had chatted for a while, Dean Shu from Jiang University slowly sent a message in the group: "This is an undergraduate student who graduated from our Jiang University last year. He just went to MIT for a PhD last year, and I didn't expect him to achieve such a big result so quickly. He had only published a few papers in Nature before."

"Holy crap, no wonder he said he wouldn't come to Jiang City University of Science and Technology. Did you instill some wrong ideas in them? @Uncle Jiang"

"Lao Wu, don't slander me! Jiang University and Jiang City University of Science and Technology have been friendly for a hundred years. How could I possibly instill such ideas in students? It's just that if someone returns to China to teach and is also in Jiang City, they would definitely consider Jiang University first."

Dean Shu didn't spell it out too clearly, but the underlying meaning was that Jiang University gets to pick the good stuff first, and only then does it become Jiang City University of Science and Technology's turn.

Lao Wu, the dean of the School of Biology at Jiang City University of Science and Technology, was a bit annoyed when he saw this, but he couldn't find a reason to refute it, so he just disappeared from the group chat.

Dean Shu secretly gloated after subtly showing off.

"@Uncle Jiang, can you share a contact method with me? There are some things I haven't figured out." Lao Cao from Yanjing University @ mentioned him earlier.

"I'd like to get to know him too. Dean Shu, send me his WeChat."

"I want it too."

"+1"

Before he could even smile for five minutes, Dean Shu's expression changed. He knew exactly what these old foxes were thinking – they all wanted to poach him. No, I have to play dead.

A few minutes later, seeing that he still hadn't replied in the group, they all ganged up on him:

"Dean Shu, stop playing dead! Give us a definite answer, yes or no."

"It's not about yes or no, it has to be yes! It would be a waste of talent for someone like this to go to Jiang University!"

"Exactly, Yanjing University's biology program is ranked number one in the country. He should come to Yanjing University after graduating and returning to China."

"Yanjing University? Maybe he doesn't like Yanjing and wants to come to Shenhai."

Seeing these people arguing over regions, Dean Shu breathed a sigh of relief. Don't ask me, if you ask, I don't know. I still need to say hello to Lao Wang and tell them not to leak Chen Yuanguang's contact information.

I need to communicate with the president, and after communicating, I'll make a trip to Boston. I'll sign the contract with him first, and then we'll talk. After he graduates and comes back, I'll give him a full professorship directly. I'll give them his contact information after the contract is signed.

Before he could even relax, these old foxes clearly wouldn't give up just because he didn't reply to WeChat. Lao Cao called him directly. Dean Shu's expression was unclear, but he finally slid to the answer button.

"Hello, Dean Shu, that's not fair of you. I just want to have an academic exchange with Yuanguang. You're treating me like a thief, what do you take me for!"

"This is too underhanded."

Dean Shu's heart skipped a beat. It had only been a few minutes, and they had already found out Chen Yuanguang's name. Then came the contempt, contempt for the other party's claim of academic exchange. What are you thinking? Don't I know?

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