Vol 2 Chapter 672: The fighting nation is really awesome

As Schultz said, the Crawford Foundation really has a lot of money. They not only awarded Qin Luo and Schultz a full bonus.
In the evening, the Crawford Foundation held a grand dinner in the five-star hotel next to the Royal Academy of Sciences.
Because it is the Chinese New Year and the winner, Qin Luo, is also a Chinese, the main color of the venue is red. The red lanterns are hung high at the entrance of the hotel. The foundation celebrates Qin Luo. , Also specially ordered a few boxes of fireworks neatly placed on both sides.
As time passed by, night fell quietly, and the whole hotel began to boil.
"Bang Bang Bang!" Gorgeous fireworks exploded in the sky, and the dinner officially kicked off.
As the youngest winner in the history of the Crawford Prize, Qin Luo attracted the attention of colleagues in the industry.
Especially the big cows in the field of functional functions.
They smiled and nodded to Qin Luo with their wine glasses in their hands.
Of course, Qin Luo would also raise the glass of wine at them with a bright smile.
To be honest, Qin Luo didn't like to drink. As a result, Qin Luo felt that the taste of the wine was not good, and even had some bitter taste.
Secondly, Qin Luo didn't like the feeling of being anesthetized by alcohol. As a scholar, Qin Luo felt that he should stay awake at all times. Therefore, Qin Luo always respected things like alcohol.
Of course, Qin Luo's dislike of drinking does not mean that other people dislike it, such as this middle-aged man with brown hair and gentle-looking in front of Qin Luo's eyes.
If you don't see the bottle of vodka in his hand, you can hardly associate him with the fighting nation by just looking at his appearance.
Stanislav Smirnov, 2010 Fields Medal winner, the most outstanding mathematician of the fighting nation, is currently a professor of mathematics at the University of Geneva.
"Professor Stanislav Smirnov, hello." Qin Luo smiled and stretched out his right hand.
"Oh, Professor Qin congratulates you on being the youngest professor in Crawford's history." Smirnov grinned and raised his glass: "Cheers to Professor Qin."
After speaking, his head was the same, and he was instantly bottomed out.
"..." This is the fighting nation!
Gritting his teeth, Qin Luo picked up the red wine and drank it.
"Oh, Professor Qin, how can you and red wine? That's a kid's drink, and men should drink vodka!" As he spoke, he raised his hand and poured Qin Luo a glass of wine.
Very full, Qin Luo felt that it would overflow in the next second.
"Cheers, Professor Qin!" Smirnov touched Qin Luo on his own, then took the glass and drank it.
"Professor Qin is your turn!" he said.
Qin Luo:? ? ?
When did he say to clink glasses and drink? All of this is self-directed and acted by you, OK?
"I..." Qin Luo wanted to refuse, but he couldn't say anything. The other party was not an ordinary person. The other party was Smirnov, the Fields Medal winner.
The last cup!
Qin Luo made up his mind, then raised his hand to deliver the golden liquor into his mouth.
hot! This was Qin Luo's first feeling.
bitter! This is Qin Luo's second feeling.
tired! This is Qin Luo's third feeling.
Then, Qin Luo didn't feel anymore...
In a daze, he saw Smirnov pour vodka in his glass again.