Vol 10 Chapter 1932: On the Benefits of Playing Mahjong

Fu Zhendong narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked up and down Qin Luo.
After a while, a touch of determination flashed in Fu Zhendong's pupils, with a serious expression on his face: "If I was right, it should be an insurance seller?"
Sell ​​insurance?
Wait, this must be the wrong way to open it!
Qin Luo rubbed his ears, looked at Fu Zhendong dumbfounded, and asked: "Fu Yuan, what are you talking about? Can you say it again? I didn't hear clearly..."
Didn't catch it?
That's easy!
"Cough cough~" Fu Zhendong cleared his throat, and put on a bright smile on his face: "Qin Luo, you don't have to cover up. It's not a shame to be entangled in insurance."
Sell ​​insurance?
Shentemo sells insurance!
Can you guys speak well?
"Fu Yuan, do you know that your joke is not funny at all," Qin Luo said.
joke?
Fu Zhendong smiled abusively. Seriously, he was really not joking!
"Qin Luo, do you think I'm joking?"
"Is not it?"
"Of course not!" Fu Zhendong said smugly.
Hearing these words, Qin Luo's mouth couldn't help twitching.
This Nima, he really doesn't know what to say!
"Fu Yuan, honestly, you should go to play mahjong if you have nothing to do recently."
"Why should I play mahjong?"
"It should be because he can prevent Heimerz syndrome." Qin Luoyu said earnestly.
Heimerz syndrome?
Hearing Qin Luo's words, Fu Zhendong almost kept his breath.
Fu Zhendong is no stranger to Hemmertz syndrome. This is the disease "Alzheimer's disease!"
For an instant, Fu Zhendong's mentality was like a dog's impulse. He couldn't wait to punch Qin Luo in the face and teach Qin Luo to speak well!
"Humph!" Fu Zhendong glared at Qin Luo grumpily, and said sharply, "Qin Luo, don't chirp, just say something quickly."
"If it's okay, go out!"
Chirps?
Qin Luo disagreed with this point.
He is a famous quick shooter! What you do is vigorous and resolute!
Qin Luo wanted to correct Fu Zhendong very much, but looking at Fu Zhendong's livid face, Qin Luo swallowed the words that came to his lips.
After hesitating a little, Qin Luo said, "Fu Yuan, do you know the Committee of International Computer Committee?"
International Computer Council. Committee?
As one of the leading Chinese academic circles, Fu Zhendong is no stranger to this.
But Qin Luo suddenly mentioned the computer committee. What is it doing?
Suddenly, a ray of light flashed through Fu Zhendong's mind.
He thought of a possibility, a possibility that made his blood boil.
Turing Award!
At this moment, there is only one explanation for the sudden call of the International Computer Committee, and that is: Turing!
Enduring the excitement, Fu Zhendong asked tremblingly, "Is it Turing?"
"Yes, it's Turing!" Qin Luo nodded heavily and said: "Just now, I received a call from the committee. They told me that the Turing Award ceremony will be held in two weeks. It is scheduled for Auckland, and I am one of the participating guests."
Turing, really Turing.
Although Fu Zhendong had the answer early in his mind, when Qin Luo personally confessed, his little heart still jumped wildly.
Turing!
That's Turing!
It is the highest award in the computer field.