Super God-Level Top Student

This is also why Lv Bei could still stay in this small building.

If he had really gotten angry last time, he wouldn't have given Lv Bei this chance.

That's why he doesn't understand why he should get angry over something that has no effect on him whatsoever.

Moreover, he has never indicated to anyone that he covets any award.

Fields Medals, Nobel Prizes... to everyone around him, these seemed like honors he should pursue, but in Qiao Ze's view, giving him these awards was simply a waste.

After all, these rewards were initially established to motivate researchers to keep striving in their positions and to continue contributing to the exploration of the mysteries of the universe for the advancement of human civilization. And Qiao Ze believed he was the researcher who needed motivation the least.

Whether he received awards or not, he would continue with his work at hand.

And now, he didn't need to spend a penny for his daily life; even if he quit his public office, the money in his bank account was probably enough for him not to run out for a hundred lifetimes, so naturally, he didn't care about the small sum of prize money that came with the awards.

That's why Qiao Ze truly couldn't find any reason to be angry.

And whether it's the Crafoord Prize or the Fields, the Nobel, these honors were personal.

They were exactly what he needed the least.

Because the benefits that these honors could provide, he could easily obtain.

For example, a Nobel laureate's seminar would have attendees, but Qiao Ze found holding seminars too bothersome. Or, for instance, it's easy for Nobel winners to attract funding for projects, but if Qiao Ze wanted to secure funding for a project...

Let's just say, he didn't need to actively seek out projects.

Heaven knows how many capital magnates were lining up to invite Su Lixing to dine, brandishing checks and saying with one sentence, if Qiao Ze wanted to do any projects in the future, as long as they could be a part of it, the money would be plentiful— even for basic research...

Su Lixing was already troubled by this, having complained about it to him several times over the phone.

It was said in complaint, but in reality, it was also a probe into Qiao Ze's intentions.

When one is in the world, there will always be times when face cannot be disregarded.

Moreover, Xilin Licheng's accounts were piled with money they didn't even know how to spend, and the bank was constantly offering loans, with policies pulled to the max— such treatment had already far exceeded that of a typical Nobel laureate.

As for so-called respect wherever one goes...

Qiao Ze didn't like running around; he even criticized Edward Whitten for wasting too much time and energy being active in the academic community.

As for so-called academic recognition...

Qiao Ze never felt the need for others' approval.

To put it more extremely, being recognized was somewhat insulting.

It would be more fitting to ask if he approved of those judges.

Having had some contact with the academic circle, Qiao Ze didn't believe all elders with prominent academic positions had genuine talent. So, not all so-called experts were qualified to evaluate his academic achievements.

Like during a certain seminar, where the papers were distributed in advance and he had presented for an hour and answered questions, a so-called renowned mathematician publicly asked a foolish question...

Having such an idiot evaluate him made Qiao Ze feel offended.

Moreover, it was said that Professor Robert Steffen, who publicly asked the foolish question, was a fellow of the American Academy of Sciences and one of the experts from the Fields Medal selection committee.

From the moment he learned this information, Qiao Ze lost all interest in all these awards, including the Fields Medal.

Unless he could appoint all the judges, if even one idiot was on the committee and agreed to award him the prize, Qiao Ze would consider it an insult to his academic career.

This was also the reason why Qiao Ze, who had learned early on that someone intended to pressure him with so-called honors, simply closed the dialogue box, not mentioning it to anyone.

Using something he didn't care about to threaten him was too abstract; if he wasted even a second on this matter, it would be a disrespect for time.

So Xu Dajiang's sincere behavior seemed really superfluous to Qiao Ze.

Li understood him better.

When the official website of the Crafoord Prize announced the news yesterday, Li only sent him a message on WeChat that said, "I'm surprised this prize didn't go to you."

He replied, "Not paying attention."

Li Jiangao quickly responded, "Insignificant awards indeed need no concern," and the conversation stopped there.

Even Su Mucheng didn't take it to heart, only commenting at night, "Ah? They decide the winner based on gender? Isn't this ridiculous award even serious?"

It seemed like only Xu Dajiang made a big deal out of it, coming early in the morning to let off steam.

All Qiao Ze could do was wait for Xu Dajiang to calm down a bit and then retort, "Why should I be angry?"

"You're not angry?" Xu Dajiang looked at Qiao Ze skeptically.

"Did I lose anything without this prize?" Qiao Ze repeated calmly.

Xu Dajiang quickly said, "Qiao Ze, you don't understand, the Crawford Prize is adjudicated by the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences. If they dare to falsify this award, by the end of the year, the Nobel Prize..."

"Did I lose anything without the Nobel Prize?" Qiao Ze interrupted Xu Dajiang's words and asked again.

Xu Dajiang opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"See, I haven't lost anything, so why be angry?"

"But..."

"No buts. One shouldn't get angry over others' stupidity, or else it's more foolish than the fools themselves," Qiao Ze stated seriously.

The words sounded somewhat strange, and as Xu Dajiang was still pondering their meaning, Su Mucheng, who had been silent up to that point, suddenly laughed out loud.