2069: C2069 Don't be Afraid of Ten Thousand Just be Afraid of What Might Happen

C2069 Don't be Afraid of Ten Thousand Just be Afraid of What Might Happen

Qin Luo nodded and said, "Let's put it this way. I just suggested to the people of International Committee on Computers to delay the award ceremony."

"As for whether they will agree or not, I don't know."

Yes, Qin Luo only suggested that they delay the award ceremony, but Qin Luo could not guarantee whether they would follow Qin Luo's script or not.

After all, the other party had the right to make the decision.

He only suggested, but did not agree? How could he play like this?

At this moment, Fu Zhendong really felt like he had f * cked a dog in his heart.

What the f * ck! He had never thought that Qin Luo would do such a thing.

Even the world's best screenwriter would not be able to write such a twist.

"If he didn't agree, then what are you talking about!?" Fu Zhendong's legs suddenly went limp and he fell to the ground. He kept muttering, "It's over, it's over, it's all over."

"The cooked duck has flown away!"

Yes, to Fu Zhendong, this Turing Award medal was the cooked duck.

What Qin Luo needed to do was to board the plane, fly to Orleans, and then take the medal from the International Committee on Computers.

However, his dream was very full, and the reality was very realistic.

The cruel reality was that Qin Luo had completely forgotten about the Turing Award, and now, he had perfectly "missed" the time to receive the prize.

Qin Luo's actions had directly reduced a portion of China's honor.

Fu Zhendong didn't even dare to imagine what kind of furious reaction Chen Qiangsheng would have when he heard this news.

Qin Luo said, "Emm, Academician Fu, perhaps things are not as bad as you think."

"What if the other party agrees? This is not something impossible..."

What if? What the f * ck if! You know it's one in ten!

If the other party agreed, then there was still a 9,999 chance that the other party would not agree.

In Fu Zhendong's view, this was a number close to zero on the wireless!

This was only Qin Luo deceiving himself!

Although it might not sound good, this was the truth!

Fu Zhendong could not think of any possibility that the other party would agree.

Even if the International Committee on Computers agreed, those invited guests would not agree either.

What reason did they have to not do something that could easily get rid of a powerful competitor for a Turing Award?

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, they definitely can't delay the award ceremony!" Fu Zhendong said with decisiveness that could sever nails and chop iron.

Impossible? Who knew?

Qin Luo shrugged his shoulders, turned around, and walked towards the laboratory door.

Although the situation was uncertain, what if the other party agreed?

Qin Luo prepared to pack his things first. There was a saying that went, Opportunities are always left to those who are prepared.1

Emm, what do you mean? He left just like that?

Looking at Qin Luo's back as he turned and left, Fu Zhendong had a feeling that he had f * cked a dog.

What was this? The Emperor wasn't in a hurry to become a eunuch?

He was grieving over the fact that Qin Luo had lost a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but Qin Luo, the person involved, acted as if nothing had happened.

What the f * ck was this!?

No, he couldn't do that!

Fu Zhendong made up his mind. Despair flashed across his eyes. "It's better to have fun alone than to have fun together." He wanted to share the sadness in Qin Luo's heart with him no matter what he said today.

"Qin Luo, stop right there..."

Stop?

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