noveltune Chapter 212 Using someone else's name to make a big deal out of nothing
Chapter 212 Using someone else's name to make a big deal out of nothing
Su Hao seemed somewhat puzzled by Allen's excessive excitement and casually asked:
"Mr. Allen, do you think this system... can be implemented in Boston?"
"Um......"
Allen stroked his chin, lost in deep thought.
"Su Hao, your theory is a masterpiece."
Allen took a deep breath, his tone extremely solemn.
No! Using such a common and clichéd word as "genius" is simply insufficient to describe its greatness!
You should know that traffic signal optimization remains a key research topic that countries around the world are investing billions of dollars in.
But I can guarantee with my entire academic reputation that there is absolutely no system in the world today that is more perfect than the model on your blackboard!
Faced with such unreserved and almost sycophantic praise from this academic giant, Su Hao blushed slightly.
"You're exaggerating. There are still many flaws in it."
At present, it can only be considered a conceptual model at best.
Su Hao pointed to several patch parameters on the whiteboard.
"If it is to be put into practical application, the underlying architecture must be completely overhauled and rebuilt."
But... if I could access all the traffic data for Boston, I could definitely write a much more sophisticated algorithm than this.
Upon hearing this, Allen let out a deep, painful sigh.
"That's only natural!"
You can construct such a high-dimensional algorithm framework in your mind out of thin air based solely on those fragments of information that don't even qualify as data!
If it were up to me, I would gladly hand over the entire data network of Boston to you right now!
But... reality isn't that simple!
"Is there any obstacle?"
"In a city with millions of people, there are as many shady dealings and vested interests as there are people!"
Allen gritted his teeth and cursed the filth of reality.
"Political votes, capital infiltration, and covert power struggles are constantly influencing the direction of policies like an invisible hand!"
The budget that the city council fought tooth and nail to secure today might be completely wasted next year simply because a new councilor takes over.
"What about the mayor? Can't he do anything about it?"
Allen gave a cold laugh and shook his head dejectedly.
"Him? He's a cowardly and extremely conservative politician!"
He absolutely cannot risk losing votes by cooperating with such an unprecedentedly radical project!
Unfortunately, such people have an extremely strong desire for control over power within the bureaucratic system. Anyone who dares to touch their core base will be met with fierce resistance...
At this point, Allen seemed to suddenly remember something, his voice abruptly halting, and a startling light flashed in his eyes.
"Wait... Su Hao! Answer me a question!"
If this algorithm overcomes the resistance and is forcibly launched, how long will it take for the entire city of Boston to see tangible results?!
"In a few months, I guess," Su Hao thought for a moment.
"All residents of the city should be able to feel a very noticeable change in traffic."
After all, if the model is followed, commuting time will be significantly reduced.
The room fell silent.
Allen stared intently at the whiteboard, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.
After a long while, he suddenly slapped his thigh, his eyes turning incredibly fierce in an instant, like a madman about to sell his soul to the devil.
"Perhaps I can find leverage to persuade that greedy old fox!"
Just do it.
As if injected with a powerful stimulant, Allen abruptly turned around, abandoning his previous refined demeanor...
He roughly swept the draft papers, which were scattered on the desk with calculations, into his black briefcase.
"Su Hao! I'll borrow these documents for now! Wait for my reply!"
Without even putting on his shoes properly, Allen hurriedly waved goodbye to the Su couple downstairs.
Then, like a whirlwind, it floored the accelerator and sped towards downtown Boston.
......
At dusk, outside the mayor's office at the Boston City Hall.
With a "ding," the elevator doors slowly slid open to both sides.
Allen strode across the thick carpet, carrying the heavy leather bag, exuding a chilling, do-or-die aura.
"Hey! Mr. Allen, please wait a minute! You didn't have an appointment to meet with the mayor today!"
The mayor's female secretary approached with a troubled expression, attempting to block the corridor with her body.
"Get out of the way! I have an extremely urgent matter to report to the mayor in person!" Allen said without stopping.
"This is against the rules! Please submit the meeting proposal first, okay?"
We can schedule a meeting for you on your calendar next week...
Allen, who was always gentle and soft-spoken, seemed like a completely different person at this moment.
He raised his voice unusually, and his roar echoed in the empty corridor:
"Then treat it as a damn unofficial emergency motion! I'll take responsibility for anything that goes wrong!"
Ignoring his secretary's terrified attempts to stop him, he strode to the mayor's office like a bulldozer, and without knocking, he forcefully pushed open the heavy door!
The secretary chased after him in a panic, sweating profusely, but Allen had already forced his way in!
"What the hell, Allen! What happened?"
Mayor Patrick, who was practicing golf putting in front of the huge panoramic floor-to-ceiling window in his office, frowned and put down his golf club in displeasure.
"Judging from your crazy expression, nothing good is coming out of here."
Put the file down and get out of here immediately.
This is the only precious half hour I have to breathe during the whole day, and you're brutally ruining it!
Allen didn't respond at all.
Without a word, he walked to the large desk, unzipped his briefcase, and slammed a stack of documents onto the table.
"I'll only take ten minutes of your time. This matter is of utmost importance!" Allen stared intently at the mayor.
Patrick sighed in frustration; he knew this stubborn Allen all too well.
"Ten minutes. I'll time it myself. When the time's up, shut up and get out of here. Don't say another word."
This kind of blatant breach of office discipline is clearly not the first time it has happened.
Patrick deftly opened the drawer, pulled out a metal stopwatch, and pressed it down heavily with a "snap."
drop--
The countdown starts.
Allen took a deep breath and quickly got to the point:
"The core of this document is a brand-new traffic signal optimization algorithm independently developed by Su Hao, a researcher at MIT."
Strictly speaking, although Su Hao is currently only a freshman undergraduate, given his authority and the level of importance he receives, obtaining a nominal researcher status shouldn't be too difficult.
So Allen wasn't at all hesitant about using someone else's name to intimidate others.