Into Unscientific Chapter 332

  Chapter 332 Go completely crazy! (superior)

   One day later.

  University of Cambridge.

   Trinity College.

  In the dean's office.

   "Okay, well done!"

  William Whewell slapped the table excitedly, looking at Xu Yun and Lao Tang sitting in front of them, the crow's feet on their faces eased a lot:

   "Luo Feng, Thomson, you guys have given Cambridge University a big face this time! This is an achievement that can be recorded in school history!"

   "At least one year. No more than three years, the **** in Oxford don't even think about raising their heads in front of Cambridge!"

  Xu Yun and Lao Tang looked at each other and smiled when they heard the words.

   At this time, a whole day has passed since the opening ceremony of the World Expo.

  After smashing the venue of Oxford University yesterday, the exhibition site of Cambridge University suddenly became the focus of the expo.

  Xu Yun and others only stayed near the booth for a while before they were overwhelmed by the swarming crowd.

   So several people hurriedly said goodbye to Stokes, continued to sneak around the exhibition hall for a while, and rushed back to Cambridge University that afternoon.

  It was early this morning.

  William Whewell sent someone to call them to the dean's office, and said goodjob, which made Xu Yun think that the philosopher was really going to engage in philosophy.

   After sitting down.

  Whewell even poured a cup of tea for Xu Yun and Lao Tang, which is a rare example, which shows the joy in his heart.

  Looking at his dean who was in a good mood in front of him, Lao Tang thought for a few seconds and asked:

   "Mr. Whewell, I wonder what happened to Joseph Clement after he fainted?"

  Although he and Harvey Clement had many conflicts, Babbage and Joseph Clement were even more at odds.

   But Joseph Clement fell into a coma at the exhibition site at Cambridge University after all.

  If something happened to him, it would be troublesome to deal with it.

  Lao Tang himself is a very persistent official fan of politics. He cares more about the impact of something than the momentary pleasure it brings.

  Looking at the dignified old Tang, William Whewell smiled and stretched out his hand and pressed it down, signaling him to relax:

   "Don't be so nervous, Mr. Thomson, take it easy."

   "As far as I know, Joseph Clement regained consciousness yesterday afternoon, and his life is not seriously affected."

"only."

  Lao Tang blinked and asked:

   "Just what?"

  William Whewell was silent for a moment, and pointed to his left hand:

   "It's just that I heard that his eyesight decreased a lot after he woke up, and his left upper limb was weak, especially the front of the arm. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift it up."

  Listening to William Whewell's description, Xu Yun was taken aback for a moment.

  It is different from Lao Tang's worry.

  Originally, he always believed that Joseph Clement's fainting was just a cover, in fact, it was a means to escape from the Cambridge booth and not be ridiculed by Babbage.

  Anyway, Joseph Clement is only a partner of Oxford University, and whether Oxford University loses face has nothing to do with him—his difference engine fully meets the standards of the contract between the two parties in terms of performance, and there is no breach of contract.

   Therefore, leaving the scene by pretending to be stunned is indeed a highly feasible operation.

  This kind of practice is definitely embarrassing, but at least it is much better than being exported by Babbage.

   But now it seems.

  Joseph Clement's fainting was not a fake, but really passed out from anger.

   At the same time after waking up

  Suspected hemiplegia?

Well.

  Considering Joseph Clement's age, it is not outrageous that this happened.

  Hundreds of years ago in the east, there was a reincarnated Zhou surnamed Mr. Yuan Shao, who was fainted three times by a Zhuge villager.

   While Xu Yun was in a trance.

  William Whewell on the opposite side took a sip of his teacup and continued:

   "Thomson, Luo Feng, don't worry."

  "Since no one is killed, many things will be much easier to deal with. In any case, it is impossible for you to take responsibility."

   "Actually, don't talk about the solution, Oxford University will not take the initiative to trouble us if it wants to show face."

  Xu Yun and Lao Tang Qiqi nodded.

   Then William Whewell put down his cup, turned his eyes to Lao Tang alone, and asked suddenly:

   "Student Thomson, you will graduate this year, right?"

  Old Tang subconsciously looked at the emblem of Trinity College on his chest, and a trace of complexity appeared in his eyes:

   "That's right, I will be graduating in just over a month."

  William Whewell asked again:

   "I heard you plan to return to Scotland after graduation?"

  Lao Tang didn't hesitate much, nodded his head neatly, and replied frankly:

   "Well, I'm planning to go back to the University of Glasgow, and they agreed to let me be a full professor of natural sciences—to tell you the truth, I'm actually very excited."

  William Whewell tapped his index finger on the table a few times, and the sound of his fingertips touching the table was clearly audible in the office:

   "Student Thomson, why don't you think about it again?"

  Old Tang was taken aback for a moment.

   Then without waiting for him to ask, William Whewell explained:

   "If you stay at Cambridge University, I can give you a natural science lecturer treatment on behalf of the school board."

   "Although it is impossible to be the chief position, it is also a full-time job and enjoys all the benefits it deserves."

  Old Tang was taken aback when he heard this.

   Two seconds later.

  His face, which looks like the white robe Saruman in "The Lord of the Rings", slowly revealed a look of astonishment:

  His eyes and mouth slowly opened wide, as if surprised by the news of the official real hammer Fengfeng PC.

   Mentioned a long time ago.

   Today's top universities are not the same as they will be in 2022.

  Besides the level of Faraday Gauss, ordinary talents not only do not need to set up XX-level talent introduction rules like later generations, but on the contrary, many capable scholars often struggle to obtain a lecturer seat.

  A far-reaching example is Mavericks, the **** of physics, who could only start as a teaching assistant after graduating from university.

   Nearest is Kirchhoff.

  Introduced by Weber, Faraday, the number one person in physics in the world, came forward as a guarantee, and he could only use a teaching assistant as a starting point.

   A little further back, the same goes for wheat.

   Not to mention that the teaching assistant will be assessed after two years of tenure. Only after passing the assessment will he become a rotating lecturer.

  After the rotation, the full-time lecturer (professor) and the chief lecturer will come.

  So in Lao Tang's plan, Cambridge University is not an option for him—he is a man who wants to enter the political arena.

  All he needs is the resume of the president of the Cambridge University Student Union, and then he can get a good offer in his hometown.

   After gaining certain qualifications, you can enter the British political arena.

   Just didn't expect it.

  At this time, Cambridge University actually extended an olive branch to itself?

  Think here.

  Lao Tang raised his eyelids and looked at William Whewell who was sitting behind the desk, and said tentatively:

   "Mr. Whewell, is this...reward for our performance yesterday?"

   "To be precise, part of it is paid for."

  William Whewell stood up from behind the table, walked to the window, and said slowly:

   "However, the more reason is that the school board has changed its attitude towards the course of natural science."

   Finished speaking.

  William Whewell raised his head and looked out the window.

   Can be seen through the glass window.

  At this moment, some Cambridge students are doing an optical experiment near the Academic Affairs Building.

   At a glance, there are about a dozen people.

   This is a scene that Cambridge University has rarely seen before.

   A few seconds passed.

  William Whewell withdrew his gaze, came to Lao Tang, and patted him on the shoulder:

   "The school board has always had a certain dissatisfaction with the natural sciences as a heresy separated from the classical disciplines."

   "Although there are not many people on the board who hold this opinion, it cannot be ignored."

  “However, with the opening of the Industrial Expo yesterday, a whole new world appeared before us.”

  “The impact of a single booth of Belgium, Gaul, and the Netherlands may be limited, but when their numbers add up, we realize that the times have really changed.”

   "This emotion reached a climax after seeing the analytical machine you developed - I'm not afraid of your jokes when I say it. In fact, before that, many school directors didn't think you were capable of inventing the analytical machine."

   While speaking, William Whewell couldn't help but let out a deep breath.

  The great philosopher who came up with the term 'scientist' was also in a trance at this moment:

   "So at the school board meeting held urgently last night, all the school managers unanimously passed the plan to support the natural sciences."

   "And Thomson, you, the top student in the mathematics department, the president of the Gewu Society, and the president of the Student Union, became the first Xiaobai. Um, a person who eats crabs."

  William Whewell's second half of the sentence was a bit leaky, but Lao Tang didn't care about it.

  At this time, his mind has been completely focused on the words professor of natural science.

no doubt.

   This is clearly a gamble.

on the one hand.

  As long as he agrees to his dean's proposal, then he can successfully become a professor at Cambridge University-this saves him at least five to seven years of time.

   At the same time, compared with Douglas University, the social circle of Cambridge University professors is obviously infinitely higher quality.

But on the other hand.

  William Whewell made it very clear that this was an attempt by the school trustees.

  Since it is an attempt, it must also receive some results.

   If the attempt is successful, everything is happy, whether he likes me or not.

  But if the attempt fails, the school manager can naturally withdraw the project.

  At that time, I will waste one to two years in vain

  Think here.

  Lao Tang could not help looking at Xu Yun.

   As a result, he twisted his neck,

  He found that Xu Yun was blinking at him quickly, the frequency was almost rubbing out an electric current

   After nearly a year of getting along, Lao Tang and Xu Yun have formed a certain tacit understanding.

  In the blink of an eye, Xu Yun understood the other party's thoughts.

  So Lao Tang no longer hesitated, turned to William Whewell and said:

   "No problem, Mr. Whewell, I will definitely not let you and the school manager down!"

  William Whewell nodded:

   "That's good, Mr. Thomson, I'll deal with your file when I'm free in two days."

   One of the necessary abilities for people in the officialdom is to observe words and expressions. Seeing that the dean kept looking at Xu Yun from the corner of his eye when he was speaking, Lao Tang's eyes flashed thoughtfully.

  So he bowed slightly to William Whewell, and then winked at Xu Yun:

   "Luo Feng, I'll wait for you outside the door."

  Xu Yun glanced at William Whewell beside him, and said to Lao Tang:

"it is good."

   After Lao Tang left.

  William Whewell sat back in his seat.

   It's just that he didn't speak, but lowered his head and rummaged through the drawer.

   After about a minute or so.

  William Whewell took out a small slender wooden box from the drawer, and handed it to Xu Yun:

   "Student Luo Feng, open it and have a look."

  Xu Yun took the opportunity.

  ka—

  Pick off a small iron piece that was upside down, and easily opened the box.

  There was a piece of curled parchment in the box at this moment, Xu Yun touched one end of the parchment with the index fingers of both hands, and took it out.

   After flattening, put it on the table and look:

"It is hereby deliberated and decided by the board of directors of the University of Cambridge that if the Empire starts the war in the east and wins the final victory, Trinity College will try its best to collect physical cultural relics that are no less than 30% of the war harvest, and after 150 years, that is, on June 2001 All will be returned to the East before the 15th of the month.”

   Watch and watch.

  Xu Yun's pupils shrank suddenly, he suddenly looked up at William Whewell, and asked:

   "Mr. Whewell, this is."

  William Whewell nodded with a smile, and leaned back on the chair with a relaxed expression:

   "Well, as you can see, this is the commitment letter you want."

   "Although it was agreed at the beginning that the analytical machine would be handed over to you after it was fully developed, but now that it has already slapped Oxford University in the face with it, the school board decided to sign it in advance."

   "However, I still want to remind you that the school board only guarantees the signature. We really have no guarantee whether the descendants will recognize this parchment one hundred and fifty years later."

   That's right.

  At this time, the parchment that William Whewell handed over to Xu Yun was exactly what Xu Yun had promised to Cambridge University!

   True.

  As William Whewell said.

  No one knows whether this letter of commitment will be recognized in 150 years, but Xu Yun himself did not pay much.

  As long as this parchment can be passed on to future generations, even if it fails in the eyes of the British, it can still play a big role.

  For example, public opinion, and textbooks—"The shamelessness of the great powers has existed since ancient times." This sentence alone is enough to make Xu Yun return to his roots.

   Not to mention that he still has a halo on his body, what kind of surprises will come out if he doesn't keep it intact?

   So Xu Yun solemnly put the roll of parchment into a small box, stood up and bowed to William Whewell:

   "Thank you, Mr. Whewell."

  William Whewell is an out-and-out anti-war faction. In the original timeline, he resolutely voted against it in the four rounds of voting that started Yicrow.

  The affection of voting and the dedication behind this piece of parchment deserve Xu Yun's bow.

  William Whewell was obviously very happy with Xu Yun's actions, and nodded towards him with a smile.

  After Xu Yun sat down again.

  William Whewell suddenly looked serious.

   He looked around vigilantly, motioned Xu Yun to come closer, and said in a low voice:

   "Student Luo Feng, in addition, the things you asked me to check last week also have the results."

   "There are a lot of good things in the Qiying, the buyer is, the most valuable among them, I remember the Chinese name is called."

  William Whewell slowly announced a Chinese name that was somewhat awkward but clearly pronounced.

   After a while.

   Bang Dang—

  The sound of a broken ceramic cup sounded from the room.

  However, Xu Yun didn't care about the debris on the ground and the tea splashed on his lap. He was staring at William Whewell:

   "Mr. Whewell, is what you said true?"

  William Whewell nodded heavily, and said:

   "According to the information I have received, this transaction will be carried out after the World Expo is over, when the Qiying ship will finish its exhibition in London and will sail directly to the port under the buyer's name."

  Xu Yun's chest heaved violently for a few seconds, and he closed his eyes and took a few breaths before he calmed down:

   "I see, Mr. Whewell, thank you very much."

   Then the two chatted about some other things.

  Seeing that Xu Yun was obviously restless, William Whewell made a random excuse to say that he had something to do, and the two parted ways.

   Half an hour later.

  Cambridge University Student Union Building.

   Office of the Minister of the Interior.

  Bada—

  Aveline put down the pen in her hand, stretched her waist lightly, and her elegant body curves can be seen at a glance:

   "The arrangement of the vacant dormitories for graduates has finally been settled."

  However, before she could let go of her open hands, Xu Yun hurried in from the door:

   "Rich woman, hungry, eat rice!"

Note:

  The last few chapters of the dungeon, 1850 will see you soon.

  (end of this chapter)

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