Chapter 672 The Fighting Nation Is Really Awesome

As Schultz said, the Crawford Foundation really has a lot of money. They not only awarded Qin Luo and Schultz the full bonus.

In the evening, the Crawford Foundation held a grand dinner in the five-star hotel next to the Royal Academy of Sciences.

Because it is the Chinese Spring Festival, and the winner of this time, Qin Luo, is from China, the main color of the venue is mainly red, and the red lanterns are hung high at the entrance of the hotel. The foundation is to celebrate Qin Luo. , also specially ordered a few boxes of fireworks neatly placed on both sides.

As time passed, the night fell quietly, and the whole hotel began to boil.

"Bang Bang Bang!" Gorgeous fireworks exploded in the air, and the banquet officially kicked off.

As the youngest recipient of the Crawford Award in history, Qin Luo has attracted the attention of peers in the industry.

Especially the big cows in the field of functional functions.

They smiled and nodded to Qin Luo with their wine glasses in their hands.

Of course, Qin Luo will also raise his glass to them with a bright smile.

To be honest, Qin Luo doesn't like drinking alcohol. At first, Qin Luo felt that the taste of wine was not good, and even had some bitter taste.

Second, Qin Luo doesn't like the feeling of being anesthetized by alcohol. As a scholar, Qin Luo feels that he should stay awake at all times, so Qin Luo always keeps a distance from things like alcohol.

Of course, just because Qin Luo doesn't like drinking doesn't mean other people don't like it, just like this middle-aged man with brown hair and gentle looks in front of Qin Luo.

If you don't see the bottle of vodka in his hand, it's hard to associate him with the fighting nation just by looking at him.

Stanislav Smirnov, winner of the Fields Medal in 2010, the most outstanding mathematician of the fighting nation, is currently a professor of mathematics at the University of Geneva.

"Hello, Professor Stanislav Smirnov." Qin Luo smiled and stretched out his right hand.

"Oh, Professor Qin congratulates you on becoming the youngest professor in Crawford's history." Smirnoff grinned and raised his glass: "Cheers to Professor Qin."

After speaking, his head was the same, and his fullness was instantly bottomed out.

"..." This is the fighting nation!

Gritting his teeth, Qin Luo picked up the red wine and drank it.

"Oh, Professor Qin, how can you drink red wine? It's a drink for children, and men should drink vodka!" While speaking, he raised his hand and poured Qin Luo a glass of wine.

Very full, Qin Luo felt that it would overflow in the next second.

"Cheers, Professor Qin!" Smirnov touched Qin Luo on his own, then took the glass and drank it.

"Professor Qin, it's your turn!" he said.

Qin Luo: ? ? ?

When did he say he was going to clink glasses and drink? All this is directed and acted by you, okay?

"I..." Qin Luo wanted to refuse, but he couldn't say anything when he said it. The other party was not an ordinary person. The other party was Smirnov, a Fields Medal winner.

Last cup!

Qin Luo made up his mind in his heart, then raised his hand and sent the golden wine to his mouth.

hot! This is Qin Luo's first feeling.

bitter! This is Qin Luo's second feeling.

tired! This is Qin Luo's third feeling.

Then, then Qin Luo didn't feel it anymore...

In a trance, he saw Smirnoff pour vodka into his glass again.