CHAPTER 75: CHAPTER 84: HOW ABOUT CREATING A FEW NOBEL PRIZE WINNERS?

In the time that followed, Heidi was like a curious child, listening to Pierre explain the different schools of Chinese cuisine. As they ate and chatted, sipping their drinks, the conversation flowed from food to current affairs, then to science, and gradually, the atmosphere grew more and more ambiguous.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps it was to prove her own charm, but after dinner, the two of them moved to the living room to continue their conversation...

While they were chatting, Heidi took out a record and placed it on the turntable. As the cheerful music began to play, she took the initiative and invited him:

"Aren’t you going to ask me to dance?"

The dance was joyful, their gazes were dreamy, their spirits elated, and their hearts impulsive. As the two of them swayed to the music, they gradually looked into each other’s eyes. When their gazes met, neither knew who took the first step, but in the end, they shared a passionate kiss.

It was both dry tinder and a blazing fire.

And once the fire was lit, it raged out of control.

It burned from the living room on the first floor all the way to the bedroom upstairs, with clothes and dresses tossed along the stairs and in the hallway as they ascended.

...

The next morning, when he woke up again and looked at the woman sleeping beside him, a faint smile played at the corners of Pierre’s lips.

He had to admit, this woman was quite the formidable opponent.

But in the end, he was still the victor.

Looking at the woman’s stunningly beautiful face, Pierre seemed to understand why people always overlooked her talent and only focused on her beauty. If it weren’t for his appearance in her life, she would probably be traveling all over the United States right now, promoting war bonds.

Alright, what I value is only your talent!

Is that true?

Absolutely, without a doubt.

Just then, the woman opened her eyes. Still drowsy, she glanced at the man beside her and gave a charming smile.

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

Everything seemed so natural—few words, little conversation. When their eyes met again in the air, the fire was rekindled.

And this time, it burned for several hours.

They kept going from morning until noon, even having lunch in bed. It wasn’t until after three in the afternoon, when Pierre received a call from the company, that he finally left for work, reluctantly, under the woman’s longing gaze.

He went to the company because a guest had arrived. The guest was none other than Yuan Jialiu. Since they were all familiar with each other, there was no need for formalities. After chatting for a while, Zhang Weilun spoke up.

"Boss, here’s the thing. Since Brother Yuan came to the US, he hasn’t bought a car because of the war. I heard from Yihai that our company handles this business, so we were hoping you could help."

Yuan Jialiu, a bit embarrassed, added from the side:

"Zhiyuan, you know my wife is also in the US. She plans to come to New York at the end of the month. I want to drive her around the area, but it’s really hard to buy a car right now, and renting is difficult too. So I wanted to ask if I could buy a car from you."

Zhang Weilun’s words caught Pierre off guard. He looked at the two of them in surprise and asked,

"This is what you called about?"

"Yes, that’s right."

"Oh, I thought it was something big!"

Pierre walked straight to his desk, picked up a set of car keys, and handed them to Yuan Jialiu.

"Jialiu, the car is in the underground parking lot—it’s a black BMW two-door coupe. Just take it and use it."

"This... Zhiyuan, I can’t possibly—"

As Yuan Jialiu struggled to find the words to express his gratitude, Pierre smiled and said,

"I have a driver, so I don’t usually need to drive myself. If the car just sits there, it’ll go to waste. Think of it as doing me a favor."

If it were anyone else, Pierre might not have been so generous. But Yuan Jialiu was different, and his wife was even more so. She was one of the few true great scientists in modern Chinese history. If not for being a woman—especially a Chinese woman—and for her straightforward personality, she might have been the first Chinese person to win a Nobel Prize. Although others had come close before, only she had received special acknowledgment from the Nobel Committee for missing a nomination due to communication issues.

Even setting all that aside, this great scientist was the only Chinese person to participate in the Manhattan Project, and she played a decisive role. In the 21st century, there was a saying: Oppenheimer made the atomic bomb, but Wu Jianxiong made the trigger. Without that trigger, would there have been an atomic bomb? Perhaps, but it would have come much later.

For such a physics giant, who narrowly missed the Nobel Prize and made outstanding contributions to defeating Japan, Pierre had long admired her. Now that she was coming to visit New York, what was wrong with showing a little hospitality?

Of course, Yuan Jialiu knew nothing of this. All he saw was Pierre’s friendship. Just as he was about to express his thanks, Pierre continued,

"Are you planning to visit Washington? I have a villa there. If you go, you’re welcome to stay."

Whether out of friendship or respect for Wu Jianxiong, the outstanding figure in Chinese physics, Pierre’s sincerity was clear. Naturally, this sincerity moved Yuan Jialiu and the others.

Afterward, everyone chatted happily in Pierre’s office. Even in specialized fields like physics, Pierre could engage in some cutting-edge discussions with Yuan Jialiu. To outsiders, this was a testament to Pierre’s erudition, but in reality, it was all just knowledge from high school textbooks.

As the two discussed topics in physics, a familiar interface appeared before Pierre’s eyes:

"Activate physics skill?"

Upon choosing to activate it, with the influx of knowledge, all those physics concepts he’d half-understood in high school and college suddenly became clear in an instant.

What he understands is not limited to the physics knowledge of the current era; it also includes what was taught in middle school and university in the 21st century. This is the system’s greatest golden finger: the knowledge it imparts is not restricted by time. What appears to be basic physics knowledge actually encompasses advances from the coming decades, all the way up to the 21st century.

Any one of these pieces of knowledge, if revealed, would be worthy of a Nobel Prize!

As the conversation progressed, it grew ever deeper, to the point that in the end, Yuan Jialiu was at a loss for words to describe his shock. He even asked:

"Zhiyuan, did you also study physics at university? May I ask which great master you studied under?" (He didn’t know which master, but perhaps it was just that the "system dad" was particularly generous.)

"It’s just some humble personal insight..."

This simple, understated reply left Yuan Jialiu almost speechless with astonishment. Pierre, who had inadvertently shown off, acted as if nothing had happened and continued discussing quantum mechanics with Yuan Jialiu.

In fact, Nobel laureates don’t necessarily have to be discovered; you can also cultivate a few yourself...