Chapter 153 Important Person
Of course, Zhang Wei would not be so narcissistic as to think that the important person she was talking about was herself, but she probably guessed that she might be one of the links shown to the "important person".
Of course, she wouldn't be so kind as to help clean up. When there was some dust in the room, she picked up an experimental report and sat at the door to read it carefully.
Although I can understand the meaning, I cannot understand the significance. That is, I know the words, but when they are put together, I don’t know anything.
Although there are many advanced mathematical functions in it that she can barely understand, and learning mathematical physics (a combination of mathematics and physics) is not too difficult with her current mathematical foundation, Zhang Wei still thinks that mechanics, whether it is electrodynamics or quantum mechanics, is very boring and she has no interest in it at all.
"What do you think after seeing this?"
A voice sounded from above Zhang Wei's head. Zhang Wei looked up and saw a middle-aged white man with a white beard. He was staring at the experimental report in Zhang Wei's hand.
"I don't think I will study physics in the future." Zhang Wei had nothing to hide from strangers, but he came at this time. Could he be Professor Townsley's guest?
"That's an interesting thing. I said at the door of a physics laboratory in Cambridge that I would never study physics in the future. Haha."
He smiled and looked behind him, wanting to share this interesting story with his companions.
Only then did Zhang Wei realize that there was a middle-aged Asian face behind him, also smiling at her.
Her answer caught their attention, and the bearded man continued, "Then why are you here?"
"My instructor asked me to come here, but I'm not sure what I'm doing specifically."
"Your tutor? Does our physics department have such a young freshman this year?"
"I suppose that's unlikely, since I'm not even thirteen."
Zhang Wei didn't want to make it sound like a riddle, so she said directly, "I'm a student at Devon College, and my tutor is Professor Townsley."
"Oh, I see. Professor Townsley must have asked you to come here because you're good at physics."
"I'm afraid I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I think I'm better at biology than physics."
"Then do you know the function of mitochondria?" asked the middle-aged Asian man at the back.
She happened to have learned about this, so she answered immediately: "It provides energy to cells, stores calcium ions, and participates in the cell's metabolic process."
The middle-aged Asian man nodded and said, "Yes, you do have some knowledge about biology, and you're not exaggerating."
Then Zhang Wei listened to the bearded man explaining to him the origins of Devon School, and told him that judging from the badge on Zhang Wei's clothes, she should be the best in Devon School. There was no need to be too surprised to know this because she was one of the best young people.
At this moment, the middle-aged Asian man began to look at Zhang Wei with new eyes, and then asked:
"What's your name? Where are you from?"
"My name is Vera. I was born in China and grew up in Country A."
"I didn't expect to meet your fellow countryman, Wang," the bearded man said to him with a smile.
Only then did Zhang Wei confirm that this middle-aged Asian man was Chinese, because he had a Chinese elegant temperament.
Professor Townsley finally noticed something strange at the door, walked out quickly, and said repeatedly:
"I'm sorry, dear Dean, Professor Grant, I was busy in the laboratory and didn't notice you were here."
"Vera, are you being rude? This is Professor Grant, and this is Mr. Wang, right?"
"Mr. Wang, this is my student. She's also from China. What a coincidence!"
Zhang Wei had never seen Professor Townsley so talkative, but Mr. Wang was not particularly enthusiastic. He just looked around the laboratory under her guidance and did not say much.
Before leaving, she said she wanted to talk to Zhang Wei. Professor Townsley winked at her frantically, and Zhang Wei smiled at her to show that she understood.
"Vera, right? Can you speak Chinese?" Mr. Wang asked.
“Yes,” she responded directly in Chinese.
Mr. Wang also took the initiative to switch to Chinese mode:
"Did your parents take you to Country A when you were a child?"
"Yes"
"Then your Chinese is so good, your parents deserve all the credit."
Zhang Wei felt that he might have guessed wrong, as Chinese was her native language, but she didn't intend to explain for the time being.
"The dean said you are excellent"
"That's true," Zhang Wei said. She doesn't need to be modest, as her continuous efforts deserve to be evaluated as excellent.
Mr. Wang said carefully, "Perhaps it's too early for me to ask, but I still want to know, have you ever considered returning to China in the future?"
"I'll never forget. I will return to China in the future," Zhang Wei said firmly, looking at him.
Zhang Wei had some guesses in his mind, but he still asked:
"Then let me ask you a question that perhaps I shouldn't ask. What are you doing here?"
“I made a little money and wanted to do something meaningful.”
"Like supporting the physics lab here? With all due respect, you should be doing something more meaningful."
Mr. Wang wasn't angry: "You speak like a grown-up. I think the funding from the Chinese should allow professors at these schools to accept more Chinese students."
"They won't," Zhang Wei shook her head. "How long have you lived here? Do you know the British?"
Mr. Wang asked, "Oh? Do you know a lot about it?"
"I can't say I know everything, but I do have some basic understanding. You should know the old saying, 'Those who are not of my race must have different hearts.'"
"We are just like that to them. You have to know that the number of Asians like me in Devon College can be counted on one hand. It's not that others don't want to come, nor that they lack the ability."
Zhang Wei thought of Paris, who was very outstanding. His father, Mr. Lin, had made a lot of efforts for him, but unfortunately he still failed.
"I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful at such a young age. Your parents must be very talented too."
Zhang Wei thought of the Wilsons and nodded in agreement, but Qin Yuan and Chen Jiumei inexplicably came to his mind.
"I'll think about it before making a decision. I wish you success in your studies and hope to hear your name again in China in the future!"
Mr. Wang extended his hand and shook hands with Zhang Wei, as cautiously as if he were treating an adult.
"My name is Zhang Wei. I hope the future will be as you said and as I wish."
Finally, Mr. Wang asked about Professor Townsley's personality. Zhang Wei only said: This is my first time here.
Mr. Wang nodded to show that he understood, gave her a business card, and told her to contact him if she needed help.
Zhang Wei saw the simple business card with only a name and a phone number, and had no intention of finding out who Mr. Wang was because she was not going to really look for him.
She hoped that Mr. Wang would not support speculators like Professor Townsley who actually discriminated against the Asian race and wanted to profit from them.
Ten million pounds is really a huge sum of money. Mr. Wang is a real rich man.
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