bookrebus Chapter 203 VIP Spots
Chapter 203 VIP Spots
Reality delivered a resounding slap to common sense.
Using only a bunch of incomplete and broken data, Su Hao actually managed to perfectly recreate the complex traffic situation in Boston with almost zero error, just like a god replicating the world!
"Don't get excited, it's mainly because the data you two collected is of very high quality."
Incidentally, Su Hao also gave the two, who were almost completely petrified, a thumbs-up full of admiration with a sincere expression.
"Alright, warm-up is over. Now that the foundation is solid enough, we can finally get down to business."
Come sit over here, let's use our brains together.
Let's see how we can find the optimal solution for Boston's shitty traffic flow!
This brainstorming session, which was almost like "staying up all night," lasted for several days and nearly drained Ellie and Jason's brains.
Every day when the school bell rings, the three of them, as if under a spell, tacitly gather in a corner and open the notebook that holds the fate of the entire city.
From the bustling coffee shops during the day to the dimly lit study rooms at night, their desks are always piled high with formulas that look like gibberish, and their draft papers are crumpled into small mountains.
In fact, Ellie and Jason both knew very well:
With Su Hao's almost superhuman computing power, he could have easily bulldozed everything in a day or two like a ruthless bulldozer.
But he stubbornly refused to do so.
The reason is simple: as he puts it, it's better to share happiness than to enjoy it alone.
He deliberately slowed down and guided them, genuinely hoping that this groundbreaking project, which could cause an earthquake in the transportation industry, could become an achievement that everyone poured their hearts and souls into and ultimately realized!
"However, don't have too high expectations. The optimization plan we came up with behind closed doors may not be able to be implemented directly in the cold reality."
After all, we're not in that position; we're just outsiders.
The political considerations, power struggles, and countless subtle variables hidden in the shadows are beyond our comprehension.
At this point, Su Hao's eyes suddenly lit up.
"But even so! As long as we can smash this thing onto their desks, it will convey the message:"
"Look, there's actually such a breakthrough perspective in this world! This effort wasn't in vain!"
Ellie and Jason's eyes welled up with tears, and they both nodded emphatically.
Su Hao grabbed a marker, walked to the whiteboard, and wrote down several uniquely structured mathematical formulas with fluid strokes.
"What we need to do now is actually very simple in essence."
From a purely mathematical perspective, by thoroughly breaking down and categorizing the causes of all bottlenecks in the city, and accurately calculating the phase differences between each key intersection, the life-saving solution will naturally emerge.
Driven by Su Hao's arrogant attitude of "treating world-class problems like dirt," the mission objective instantly became incredibly clear, and everyone's work efficiency instantly soared to an unbelievable level.
The three had a very clear division of labor:
Ellie transforms into a ruthless cleaner, responsible for organizing the collected data and eliminating those glaring outliers one by one;
Jason, like an architect, meticulously estimated the queue lengths at each intersection node, thus constructing a three-dimensional graph network.
Meanwhile, Su Hao sat firmly in the central command tent, responsible for summarizing all the results and making final algorithm adjustments.
After several days of frantic, intensive work, they actually managed to complete the legendary optimized model!
With the final crisp click of the Enter key, a result that can be described as a "major weapon in the transportation industry" was finally produced, exuding a fresh and magical aura!
.......
A few days later, on a cool autumn morning in Boston.
Allen, dressed in a sharp trench coat, stood before the imposing main gate of MIT, his gaze lingering on the familiar brickwork for a long time, his emotions a mixture of feelings.
A gentle breeze swept by, and the fallen leaves swirled around.
This marks his return to this academically vibrant campus after many years of being bogged down in official duties as the deputy director of the Transportation Bureau, a return that feels almost like a pilgrimage.
"Since we're already here, let's go in and see what those cute junior students are up to."
Allen chuckled self-deprecatingly, deciding to go in and catch up with old friends.
His leather shoes trod on the mottled stone path as he walked familiarly toward the destination he had once both loved and hated:
The legendary Building No. 2, the mathematics department building, where geniuses are said to be inferior to dogs.
On the electronic timetable outside the corridor, after glancing at the name of Professor Whitman, which was all too familiar, Allen couldn't help but stroke his chin and chuckle.
"Tsk tsk, such a packed schedule. It seems this old man is still going strong, energetically tormenting the new batch of students every day."
The old man standing inside the door with a stern face was none other than Allen's mentor, the one who had personally humiliated Allen by grinding him against the academic floor years ago.
Allen knew better than anyone that his current success in Boston, where he had made a name for himself as the chief urban engineer...
It was all thanks to the rigorous and meticulous top-level mathematical thinking that I developed during my ascetic graduate school years, when this strict professor relentlessly hammered me away.
Like a thieving mouse, Allen peeked through the crack in the door for a while, observing the situation inside the tiered classroom, before finally maintaining the demeanor of a successful person and quietly pushing the door open and entering.
Allen strode to the podium and respectfully extended his hands to the elderly man with a full head of silver hair and piercing eyes.
"Long time no see, Professor Whitman."
I heard that the student team that asked our transportation bureau for internal documents is giving their final presentation here today. I was itching to join in, so I shamelessly came over to check it out.
"Oh? Allen, you've come at just the right time."
The old professor adjusted his reading glasses and gave a meaningful, enigmatic smile.
"Sit down and watch carefully, what's coming next is going to be very, very interesting."
Faced with his mentor's unusually high praise, Allen raised an eyebrow slightly.
With the professor's unquestionable gesture, he settled firmly into the most prestigious VIP seat in the first row.
After a while, with a soft snap, the overhead lights in the lecture hall went out instantly.
A huge screen descended, and a pale beam of light from the projector pierced the darkness.
A map that looked very familiar to Allen—a complex, spiderweb-like map of Boston's roads—slowly appeared on the screen.
Allen sat there with his arms crossed on his knees.
With the scrutiny of someone in a superior position, his gaze traveled down the aisle and landed lightly on the Asian boy standing in front of the control panel.