Chapter 1932 On the Benefits of Playing Mahjong

Fu Zhendong narrowed his eyes slightly, looking up and down at Qin Luo.

A moment later, a flash of determination flashed in Fu Zhendong's pupils, and he said seriously, "If I'm right, he should be an insurance seller?"

Selling insurance?

Wait, this must be the wrong way for me to open it!

Qin Luo rubbed his ears, looked at Fu Zhendong with a confused face, and asked, "Fu Yuan, what did you say? Can you say it again? I didn't hear clearly just now..."

Can't hear?
That's easy to do!
"Ahem~" Fu Zhendong cleared his throat, and put on a bright smile on his face: "Qin Luo, you don't need to hide it, it's nothing shameful to be entangled by an insurance seller."

Sell ​​insurance?
God sells insurance!

Can you guys still talk properly?
"Fu Yuan, do you know that your joke is not funny at all." Qin Luo said.

joke?

Fu Zhendong smiled jokingly, to be honest, he really wasn't joking!

"Qin Luo, do you think I'm joking?"

"Is not it?"

"Of course not!" Fu Zhendong said proudly.

Hearing this sentence, Qin Luo's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Damn, he really doesn't know what to say!
"Fu Yuan, to be honest, you should go play mahjong if you have nothing to do recently."

"Why should I play mahjong?"

"Because he can prevent Hemmerz syndrome." Qin Luoyu said earnestly.

Haimerz syndrome?

Hearing Qin Luo's words, Fu Zhendong almost held his breath.

Fu Zhendong is no stranger to Hemmerz syndrome, which is the disease known as the killer of the elderly "Alzheimer's disease!"

For a moment, Fu Zhendong had the urge to be a fucking dog in his heart. He wished he could punch Qin Luo in the face and teach Qin Luo to speak well!
"Huh!" Fu Zhendong glared at Qin Luo angrily, and said sharply, "Qin Luo, don't chatter, talk about something quickly."

"If it's okay, go out!"

Momo chirp?

Qin Luo didn't quite agree with this point.

He's a notoriously fast shooter!What matters in doing things is vigorous and resolute!

Qin Luo really wanted to correct Fu Zhendong, but seeing Fu Zhendong's livid face, Qin Luo swallowed the words that came to his lips.

After a little hesitation, Qin Luo said, "Yuan Fu, do you know the International Computer Council?"

International Computer Committee. Committee?

As one of the leading figures in Chinese academic circles, Fu Zhendong is no stranger to this.

But why did Qin Luo suddenly mention the computer committee?

Suddenly, a ray of inspiration flashed through Fu Zhendong's mind.

He thought of a possibility, a possibility that made his blood boil.

Turing Award!
At this moment, there is only one explanation for the sudden call from the International Computing Committee, and that is: Turing!

Suppressing his excitement, Fu Zhendong asked tremblingly, "Could it be Turing?"

"That's right, it's Turing!" Qin Luo nodded heavily, and said: "Just now, I received a call from the committee, and they told me that the Turing Award ceremony will be held in two weeks. It's set to be in Auckland, and I'm one of the guests."

Turing, really Turing.

Although Fu Zhendong already had the answer in his mind, when Qin Luo admitted it himself, his little heart still beat wildly uncontrollably.

Turing!

That's Turing!
It is the highest award in the computer field.