Chapter 224
Unleashing a Bloodbath
fear.
The fear of being absolutely outmatched in terms of intelligence began to fester in my heart.
"Damn it, this isn't just some kid... We seem to have messed with a monster we shouldn't have..."
Visibly, the expressions on the faces of the outside researchers changed from initial disdain to solemnity, and then to confusion.
Now, it has begun to turn as white as a blank sheet of paper.
Sweat silently trickled down their temples.
On the podium, Su Hao, like a devil with absolutely no empathy, casually tossed aside the black marker he had scribbled dry.
Without any pause, he grabbed a brand new blue marker with his left hand, flicked off the cap with his thumb, and continued his rampage.
"You see, the existing mainstream traditional algorithms on the market are still a bit crude."
It simply sorts traffic flow rigidly according to time sequence.
But what is the reality? The true underlying logic of the urban system transcends the time gradient! It occurs prior to time!
So I made a bold attempt: I tried to directly substitute the 'transmission velocity vectors' generated by those decisions into our final algorithm model!
shhh-
With a heavy stroke of his blue marker on the whiteboard!
Next to the already complex chart, a completely new, multi-dimensional curve that makes people want to vomit instantly appears, as if it has multiplied like an alien!
If the previous waveform, no matter how difficult to understand, could at least be seen as maintaining a certain aesthetic sense of mathematical smoothness and rhythm.
But now this newly generated blue devil curve...
Its twisted and overlapping complexity is so great that it presents a geometrical explosion that destroys human reason!
Dead silence.
The air in the entire laboratory seemed to freeze at that moment.
All that remained was the sound of pen tips scratching against the whiteboard on the podium.
The madness continues.
The pen in Su Hao's hand seemed to have broken free from the constraints of his body, showing no intention of stopping at all. It was as if he was going to write until the end of time, until the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled!
Michael from Harvard had his mouth agape, his jaw agape.
He desperately picked up his pen and tried to jot down something on the draft paper, even if it was just a derivation process.
But it only lasted a few seconds.
His proud self-esteem shattered along with the collapse of his logic, and he painfully clutched his head with both hands, viciously crumpling the draft paper in his hands into a ball of waste paper.
The city hall engineer who had just been loudly questioning the situation now had unfocused eyes and pupils that had lost their focus.
He slumped in the chair like a salted fish, a strange smile playing on his lips that was hard to decipher.
Clearly, his soul had been completely pierced by the overwhelming matrix and flown out of the sky.
Cool.
So cool!
Whitman was holding a cup of coffee that she had somehow gotten her hands on.
Seeing the group of troublemakers' miserable defeat, he stood up leisurely and walked over slowly.
"Oh dear, everyone."
When answering a question, one must be patient, meticulous, and unreserved in answering until the other party has a complete epiphany and is bathed in the light of truth.
This has always been one of the virtues that MIT has been most proud of since its founding.
Whitman paused, then his tone suddenly shifted, taking on a bandit-like air.
"Children, to prevent any leaks, go and lock the front door from the inside!"
"puff......."
Several MIT interns and young researchers sitting in the back row bit their lips hard, turning their faces a deep purplish-red, trying to suppress the urge to burst into laughter.
Upon hearing the command, they jumped up with lightning speed.
Not only did they lock the door with a click, but they even went so far as to move a heavy desk and use it to block the door handle.
Nobody is going to leave this torture chamber of knowledge alive today!
Whitman watched with a smile as the door was locked, then turned around and slowly blew on the steam from his coffee.
"You are all elites carefully selected by Harvard and City Hall, and you are the core backbone of this project."
If, on the very first day of implementation, you can't even grasp, understand, or learn the core algorithms at the most basic level, as explained by our Director Su...
If word gets out that experts from Harvard and City Hall can't even read a blackboard, how can that be acceptable? Right?
Meanwhile, Tom Riley and several other honest, hardworking employees at the Department of Transportation were also completely bewildered.
But they have already realized who caused the trouble.
At this moment, they all stared intently at the engineer who had just asked the insolent question with murderous venom.
I wish I could shove him down the drain right there and then!
The situation was even more dire at Harvard.
The top scholars all looked at Michael with bloodshot eyes, as if they wanted to tear this troublemaker apart on the spot!
"Su Hao?" Whitman called softly.
"Yes, Dean!" Su Hao put down his pen, still seemingly unsatisfied, and turned around.
"It seems your explanation is still not clear and thorough enough."
Whitman pointed to the group of experts below the stage who looked utterly hopeless and shook his head seriously.
"Look at their eyes, they're still full of confusion. They haven't fully grasped your grand vision yet."
Following the dean's gesture.
Su Hao's gaze swept carefully over the pairs of eyes below, filled with confusion, pain, and even a hint of pleading.
In that instant, the flame of teaching and imparting knowledge in his eyes not only did not go out, but instead suddenly ignited with a fervent light ten times hotter than before!
"I understand! Let me break it down again from a more fundamental topological perspective!"
He turned around resolutely, nodded heavily, grabbed the third marker, and pounced on the whiteboard again!
"puff......."
The researchers at MIT were trying not to burst out laughing.
They covered their mouths, their faces turning red, and the veins on their necks bulging.
Several people even gripped their thighs tightly with both hands, nearly fainting on the spot due to extreme lack of oxygen!
Time passed by painfully and for an extremely long time.
Two hours, like torture in hell, passed by in endless calculations.
The huge whiteboard in the conference room resembled a devastated ancient battlefield.
It was filled with writing.
It was roughly wiped away.
Then it is flipped over and refilled.
This went on like crazy for several rounds, until the blackboard eraser was practically smoking from all the rubbing!
The floor below the podium was a mess.
Scattered among them were countless rolled-out pen caps and a dozen or so markers, completely drained of ink and shriveled up.
In contrast, Su Hao on the podium had been engaged in high-intensity mental output for two consecutive hours.
Yet it remains like a tireless, even more energetic, perpetual motion machine.
His eyes were bright, his fighting spirit was soaring, and his whole body exuded an explosive fighting power that made people despair!