In the evening, the burning clouds dyed half of the sky red.
A black Mercedes stopped in front of a villa.
The waiter stepped forward to open the door for the two of them.
Shen Qian stood still, raised his eyes and looked around: "Old Zeng is quite good at choosing a place. He changed the name of the serious academic seminar, what is it called an academic salon, and the whole style changed immediately."
"Those who don't know think we're here for a business reception or a private party. Look at how the environment is organized. It's fancy and presentable."
Xie Dingyuan straightened his cuffs without saying anything, and stepped inside under the leadership of the waiter.
Shen Qiannan pouted: Pretend!
Then, step up to keep up.
Entering, the hall is bright and brightly lit.
High and low tea tables are arranged around, which can be used to boil water and make tea, and sandalwood chairs can be used to sit and taste it. There are screens between every two tables for shelter.
Porcelain and green plants are placed on the eight-treasure stand, and there are four incense burners at the top, with a faint fragrance floating.
Shen Qiannan: "This old Zeng is pretty good at it. Last time it was a pear orchard, this time it's a tea garden. Will I have the whole vegetable garden next time? Hahaha..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, several eyes immediately fell on him, and then swept to Xie Dingyuan who was standing quietly beside him.
Immediately, someone came forward with a teacup.
"Professor Xie, Professor Xiao Shen, I didn't expect you to come here today. It's a pleasure to meet you..."
Shen Qiannan raised his eyebrows: "You are?"
The man didn't even feel offended, and smiled and reported himself: "A large superconducting quantum research direction, my name is Sun Xi."
"Oh, you are the first author of "Polaron Images and Applications in Light-Matter Interaction Systems"?"
The man was flattered: "Professor Xiao Shen actually knows about my thesis?! Oh, this is really... a great honor!"
"It's serious," Shen Qiannan waved his hand, "I happened to take graduate students to study recently."
In fact, an internal complaint meeting was held. The two-qubit Rabi model, strong coupling, polaron, energy spectrum collapse, and entanglement entropy are completely forced concepts without logic.
With a beer belly, Sun Xi narrowed his eyes slightly with a smile, and turned his gaze to Xie Dingyuan without any trace—
"What is Professor Xie up to lately? I haven't seen you at an academic seminar for half a year."
He is older than both Xie Dingyuan and Shen Qiannan, but there is a "professor" on the left and a "you" on his left, so he doesn't feel burdened.
In fact, academia pays more attention to "seniority ranking" than any other industry.
On the surface, these four words seem to be reflected in age. As they grow older, their qualifications become deeper.
In fact, it is not the case. What you really look at is the research results—how many SCI papers have been published, how many national research projects have been hosted or participated in, the annual output of graduate and doctoral students in hand, and so on.
Although the older you are, in a sense, it does mean that the research results accumulate more.
But there are exceptions to everything.
For example, Xie Dingyuan and Shen Qiannan, one is a scientist with the reputation of "National Scholars", and the other is a scientific researcher with at least five SCI or equivalent magazines every year.
They are stronger than these old bones.
What's more, they are so young and their future is limitless.
If they don't hold it now, they are close to the condom. When they stand on a higher place in the future, they may not be able to reach it even if they stand on tiptoe.
Usually, as long as two people appear on similar occasions, they are the meat and potatoes of walking.
Everyone wants to come up and take a bite, or else just smell it.
This time is no exception.
Soon the two were surrounded, exchanging greetings here and nodding there.
Just when Xie Dingyuan became impatient and was about to find an excuse to escape, the host of today's salon came—
"Old Zeng!" Shen Qiannan beckoned, signaling him to hurry over to make a rescue.
Zeng Chuan stepped forward with a smile, "I thought why everyone gathered here. It turns out that two flowers in our physics world have bloomed."
No. 1 flower, Shen Qiannan, lowered his voice, and gritted his teeth: "...you bastard, get rid of these people quickly!"
The number two flower, Xie Dingyuan, was expressionless, revealing her fragrance coldly.
"Cough! Do you want to go back to your seats first? There is another important person to introduce to you tonight, and it seems... a bit impolite to stick together."
"Big man?"
"Which national player did Professor Zeng invite this time?"
Everyone looked forward to it.
Zeng Chuan took a sip of his tea in a leisurely manner, and said with a smile, "Let me keep it up for a while, and I promise I won't disappoint everyone!"
"Okay, then let's go back and sit down."
"Professor Xie, Professor Xiao Shen, I haven't finished talking just now, let's continue talking later!"
The corner of Shen Qiannan's mouth twitched wildly: Who the hell wants to continue with you
Xie Dingyuan looked away directly, proudly.
Zeng Chuan: "You two rarely show up today, rare visitors, no wonder you are surrounded by a swarm of bees."
Shen Qiannan: "Are you embarrassed to say that? The venue is arranged like this. Those people are all lazy after a few sips of tea. Why are they discussing academics? Just lie down and take a bath. The smoke and mist are just right."
When Zeng Chuan heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he said, "No interest." Then he turned and left.
"Eh—how did you leave?"
"Go out and pick someone up!"
"Who? Is there really someone important?"
Zeng Chuan waved his hand, leaving only his back as he walked away.
Shen Qiannan asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"
Xie Dingyuan shook his head: "I don't know."
Ten minutes later, when Zeng Chuan entered again, the first thing everyone noticed was not him, but the wheelchair he was pushing...