After a long speech, Yuan Zhengxin suddenly became serious and said, "Qiao Xi, do you know who your performance today reminds me of?"
"Ah, I'm sorry, Elder Yuan, I'm actually not very familiar with the mathematics community." Qiao Xi shook her head blankly.
Yuan Zhengxin, unconcerned, revealed the answer, "Ramanujan. If you have time, you can watch a movie called 'The Man Who Knew Infinity.' It's about his life and achievements."
Hearing this, Qiao Yu grinned widely, smiling like a fool.
After all, he really knew about Ramanujan, and even more about how highly this Indian-origin mathematician was regarded in the mathematics world.
The only pity was that he died so young; the mathematician passed away at just thirty-two.
If he had lived to be seventy or eighty, perhaps he really could have advanced India's mathematical development by decades.
Qiao Xi glared at Qiao Yu and said apologetically, "Elder Yuan, you flatter me."
