"So, my dear Lord Lan Li, what you mean is that using mathematical models to analyze and explain common phenomena and various problems in life, things will appear completely differently? I thought you were from the Department of Literature, but I didn't expect that you were from the Department of Natural Science? To be honest, I really can't imagine what happened."

"No, no, no. Not me. But my friend, Matthew Dunlop... Well, he's from the law department, but he's a natural science school. If you have the opportunity to read his bookshelf, you'll understand that astronomy, geography, mathematics, physics, medicine, etc. are all areas he's dabbled in. But that's not the point.

If you have the opportunity, I can introduce you to it. The focus now is that if you analyze the problem based on the logic and rules contained in mathematical models, things will begin to become different, and you can capture the development context of the whole thing and the potential possibilities in the future. You know, stock analysis is actually such a path."

The former is Rooney; the latter is Renly.

Kianoosh-dias put his hands relaxed on the steering wheel of the taxi, looking at the rearview mirror all the time, always holding a skeptical attitude and strong suspicion. He knew that his movements were really impolite, but he still couldn't stop.

After repeated confirmation, he still couldn't believe his eyes.

This is just another ordinary day for me as a taxi driver, looking for the first group of guests after nightfall between the interlaced streets in the lower city.

The dinner he had just purchased was placed in the storage cabinet in front of the passenger seat. It was a Turkish barbecue. It was freshly baked and could vaguely smell the aroma of barbecue, which made his stomach rumbling and the feeling of hunger became more and more obvious. But he still swallowed his saliva and focused on finding the guests, hoping to pick up another order before officially starting the dinner.

Tonight is extremely long, and he still needs to spend the whole night and accumulate more energy.

For many people, the United States seems to represent the "American Dream", especially in the Middle East, which is now damaging by war, Kianush is no exception; but after arriving in the United States, he realized that even the "American Dream" requires his own hands to create. Kianush has no objection to this. What he is best at is to create a new life through his own efforts. This is not easy, but it is full of hope.

However, today, I seem to have encountered some obstacles.

Surprisingly, Manhattan, where night just arrived, seemed particularly quiet, and the spacious streets seemed to be even more vast than I remember. I never saw the passengers stopping the car. This is always the biggest puzzle in New York.

At the peak moment, everything is quiet.

This is true for passengers and for drivers.

After several rounds, it was not until the third time when I passed the junction of Sullivan Street and Prince Street, I finally saw a man and a woman waving to stop the car. Chianush parked the car happily on the side of the road, then reorganized his expression and welcomed the guests into the car politely and appropriately.

He greeted him habitually, glanced at him with a light glance, and then Kianush vaguely noticed something was wrong: the two people in the back seat looked too familiar, especially the man.

He always felt that he had seen the other person. After the corresponding name and face appeared in his mind, he not only did not realize it suddenly, but he still became suspicious: Could it be that he was blinded by the mistake? It is impossible, this should be impossible!

Then, the two people in the back seat began to discuss topics that they couldn't understand at all.

Many English words, Kianush had never heard of them; they were arranged and combined, and they were even more like the Book of Heaven. The most interesting thing is that the two of them argued fiercely like ordinary people, and seemed to have no idea how many waves they had created in Kianush's mind.

Chianush wanted to ask: Is he Renly Hall? Is she the female student who appeared in the Facebook founder's biographical movie? Why did they appear in his taxi? Can they sign him to remember him? Can he show off to his friends and carry the top stars?

But Chianush was trying to control his emotions, and he had been looking into the rearview mirror with great rudeness. He should not interrupt their conversation rashly. He should respect the passengers' private space.

"I can understand what you mean, but, why?"

"Because that's how they think. You know, I know a friend who attended MIT, and the way he used to remember and summarize friends was done based on the specific date each friend met.

For example, he and I met on... uh, March 29, 2003, so every time he saw me, this string of numbers would automatically appear in his mind, and then use this as a basis to unfold all memories, just like a library classified into a book. This is incredible, but it exists objectively. The way they view the world is different from that of us."

"You mean, they analyze cause and effect with an intrinsic connection of the theory, and then speculate on the development trend? Everything hides a fixed rule? Wow, it sounds like... madman, you know, just like john-nash-jr.. Can you find similar rules in real life?"

"I'm from the Department of Literature, have you forgotten?"

"No, no, no, you put forward this theory, you have to explain it further, otherwise, I won't be able to sleep tonight. You know, when Jesse Cassenberg was thinking about Mark Zuckerberg's role, I always felt that something was missing. I mean, his performance was very good, his appearance, tone and posture were very similar, but something was missing.

Now, through your words, I think it is because we cannot understand the way genius thinks, so the texture presented is not right. I need a little real life example, this is the concept you proposed, I need a little proof. You must be responsible, you must! Can you give an example now? I mean, right by our side, at this moment."

With full concentration, Rooney's speech speed also increased, revealing the coldness and pride in her bones, as well as the wisdom and concentration in her eyes, which made people see the unique temperament captured by David Finch. Then she collaborated on two works: "Social Network" and "Girl with Dragon Tattoo".

Lan Li couldn't help laughing. This time, he did not continue to refuse, "Then let me see... do you have any particularly curious about life phenomena? For example..."

Lan Li turned his head and looked out of the car window and searching for a suitable example target in the milky yellow light. This was not easy, because there were not as many pedestrians on the street, not as empty as they imagined, but not as lively. It looked like a retro street under the lens of "American Past", with all of them covered with a thin filter.

Then, Lan Li's pupils contracted slightly, "For example, there are four gangsters there who are surrounding and attacking a food deliveryman. According to the theorem formula, someone must stop them, otherwise the worker who is earning compensation with his own labor will face terrible consequences! We can analyze the internal logic, explain the reasons and predict the future, but I think that the deliveryman should have no time to wait now."

In his sight, Lanli could clearly see that a deliveryman riding a bicycle was being dragged down. Four young men in their early twenties surrounded him. One of them was slamming the victim's head with a bottle, and the other three were kicking and hitting the victim frantically. The fresh-keeping box on the back seat of the bicycle had been knocked over, and the air was filled with the smell of splashing food. The scene looked particularly chaotic.

There were not many pedestrians around the neighborhood, and only two figures could be vaguely captured, but obviously they were hesitant because of the large number of people on the other side.

After nightfall and before dinner begins, the city is always prone to a gap, as if it is a midnight break in a sports game. Take a breath, and then everyone flocks to fill the entire Manhattan and continues to the midnight.

Lan Li is not a superhero who likes to meddle in other people's business and acts bravely, and he even habitually chooses to stay out of the matter. However, if he sees it with his own eyes, he cannot turn a blind eye or be numb, just like when he accidentally met Lily James and the black/gangster who pulled the gun in a cinema, he would not ignore it when he needed to stand up.

Take action when it's time to take action.

"Stop. Sir, stop!" Lan Li sat upright, patted the backrest of the driver's seat heavily, and signaled the taxi driver to park the car. His tone was rapid and his words were tough, "Stop! Immediately!"

Chianush was a little confused. He didn't quite understand what was going on. He just felt a burst of real Madrid. In a tough and fierce call, he subconsciously stopped the car.

Before he could figure out the situation, he could see it in the rearview mirror. Renli immediately opened the car door and ran away quickly.

Kianush still didn't figure out the situation, but his subconscious knew that the situation had happened. Following the guidance of his instinct, he hurriedly opened the car door and chased after him.

In his sight, Chianush only saw Lanli's back, rushed forward quickly, and scolded him sternly, "Let him go! I have called the police, let him go!"

The firm and fierce scolding echoed over the cold streets, like a gust of wind that alarmed the seabirds gnawing at the whale corpses on the sea surface, thumping, and the air began to surge in an instant.

While speaking, Lan Li's steps did not hesitate at all. He was like a storm. The tiger went down the mountain and rushed forward, causing a powerful wave of air.
Chapter completed!