Hearing the speech, Qin Luo nodded and said, "well, I just suggested with the people of the international computer commission that the award should be delayed."

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

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

After all, the decision is in the hands of the other party.

Just a suggestion, no promise? Can you still play like this?

At this moment, Fu Zhendong really has a feeling of a dog.

This special Niang, he is ten thousand did not expect, Qin Luo unexpectedly will come on such a one.

Even the world's top screenwriters can't write this transition.

"People didn't promise, then you said a fart!" Fu Zhendong legs suddenly a soft, fell on the ground, mouth constantly whispered: "finished, finished, everything is over."

"The cooked ducks are flying!"

Yes, for Fu Zhendong, the Turing medal is the cooked duck.

All qinluo had to do was get on the plane, fly to Orleans, and take the medal from the international computer Commission.

But the ideal is full, the reality is very bony.

The cruel reality is that Qin Luo has completely forgotten the Turing Award, so that now he has "missed" the time to receive the prize.

Qin Luo's appearance directly made China lose an honor.

Fu Zhendong did not even dare to imagine that Chen Qiangsheng would have a furious reaction when he heard the news.

Qin Luo: "emmmm, Fu Yuan, maybe things are not as bad as you think."

"What if the other party agrees? It's not impossible... "

What if? What if! You know it's just in case!

In case the other party agrees, there is a possibility that the other party will not agree.

In Fu Zhendong's view, in case this is a wireless approaching zero number!

This is just Qin Luo is deceiving himself!

Although that may not sound good, but this is the fact!

Fu Zhendong can't think of it. The other party has the possibility of a little bit of agreement.

Even if the international computer Commission agreed, the invited guests would not agree.

If they can solve a strong Turing prize competitor easily, why don't they?

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, they can't postpone the award!" Fu Zhendong firmly said.

Impossible? Who knows?

Qin Luo shrugged his shoulders and turned to the door of the laboratory

Although the situation is uncertain, what if the other party agrees?

Qin Luo is ready to pack up his things first. There is a saying: opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared.

Emmmm, I mean, I'm going?

Looking at Qin Luo's back, Fu Zhendong has the feeling of a dog.

What is this? Emperor not anxious, eunuch anxious?

He was grieved for Qin Luo's loss of a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but Qin Luo was just like a man who had nothing to do.

What the hell is this!

No, absolutely not!

Fu Zhendong's heart was horizontal, and a touch of despair flashed in his eyes. "Only music" is not as good as "all music". What he said today will share his sadness with Qin Luo.

"Qin Luo, stop for me..."

Stop?