Chapter 49 So Happy
The Shang family's branch office in West Los Angeles is a minimalist building with an all-glass curtain wall, designed like a meticulously sculpted crystal.
This is the forefront of Shangqiu Bamboo Technology Empire, where quantum computing, neuromorphic chips, and blockchain underlying protocols—every business is labeled "future."
Each lab in this building holds secrets that will change the industry: superconducting quantum chips operate in near-absolute zero environments, neuromorphic computing chips simulate synaptic transmission, and cryptography teams are reconstructing trust systems with zero-knowledge proofs.
Fragments of conversation from the next conference room drifted to her ears: "topological quantum error correction," "tensor network compression rate"—each term seemed like an alien code, hanging outside the framework of Yan Shuang's finance master's mind.
So she consciously stepped back into the role of secretary, and her workload was reduced by two-thirds compared to when she was at headquarters.
The time displayed in the lower right corner of the computer screen was only 10:30 a.m., but all of today's work had already been completed.
She looked around. In the open-plan office, engineers were gathered in twos and threes discussing algorithms, and her colleagues in the technical department were having a heated debate. Everyone was busy.
Except for her.
Yan Shuang opened her browser and aimlessly browsed financial news.
Before she knew it, drowsiness crept over her, and she adjusted her position to prepare for a nap.
Just then, the computer suddenly popped up a new email notification with a "ding".
[Invitation to Join: USC-QuantTech Joint Financial Modeling Project Team]
Yan Shuang blinked, wondering if she was seeing things.
USC's financial engineering program? That's one of the top five financial engineering programs in the US! She quickly opened the email:
Dear Ms. Yan:
Based on your expertise in financial derivatives, we cordially invite you to join the joint research project between the University of Southern California and QuantTech as a financial modeling consultant. See the attachment for project details...
Yan Shuang's fingers trembled slightly.
This project is the same research topic as her master's thesis: volatility prediction models in high-frequency trading.
The list of project members in the attachment made her gasp. The team leader was Professor Norton from the Department of Financial Engineering, and the list of industry consultants included the names of several hedge fund tycoons.
For a project of this caliber, even Harvard MBA graduates would fight tooth and nail to become a research assistant.
"How is this possible..." Yan Shuang muttered to herself, then suddenly seemed to remember something and checked the email CC field. Among a long list of email addresses, she saw that familiar English abbreviation: Q.
Shangqiu bamboo.
I see.
So that's why he brought her to Los Angeles?
It wasn't to have her do menial tasks on the fringes of a tech company; this path had been paved for her long ago.
Was all of this planned from the beginning, refusing her participation in the Hong Kong project and bringing her to the United States, just so that she could be involved in this top-notch financial engineering project?
She opened her calendar; the project launch meeting was this afternoon.
Just then, my phone vibrated. The screen displayed a call from "Boss Shang's driver, Lao Zhan."
“Ms. Yan, I’m already waiting for you downstairs.” Old Zhan’s voice was steady and respectful. “President Shang instructed me to take you to the University of Southern California for a project meeting.”
"Okay, I'll be right down."
She quickly packed up her notebook and materials, her movements as swift as if she had returned to the days when she was racing against time during her internship at an investment bank.
Before leaving, she glanced back at the closed door of the president's office, just as Shang Qiuzhu looked up from the holographic data report.
Through the gaps in the blinds, he saw the girl standing gracefully in the shadows of the corridor, a bright smile playing on her lips, her eyes seemingly filled with the sunshine of all of California.
The face came to life incredibly.
He's so excited over just receiving a project invitation.
He lowered his eyes and continued to annotate the parameters of the quantum algorithm on the tablet, but his fingertips unconsciously lingered on the "attention rate model" column for two more seconds.
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