When the wind of rebirth blows again

It is another unpredictable day in London. The sunny sky an hour ago is suddenly covered with clouds, and the rain is pouring down. Influence.

The reaction of foreigners will be more intense. For example, this man's leisurely mood disappeared in the next second. The man was stunned, and he reacted in a few steps and ran to the door not far away.The uniformed doorman tactfully took a clean towel from inside and handed it over.

"...Thank you." He wiped his dripping hair, looked down at his mess, and couldn't help cursing: "Damn weather..."

FunkyBuddha is the top private club in London, and the service is naturally top-notch. The blond man wiped the water stains on his body as he walked. When he arrived at the door, the waiter had already brought a set of cotton home clothes and was waiting there.

Seeing this, the man frowned, but still waved his hand: "No, it's unavoidable anyway."

Talking and pushing the door in.

The room is very large. Due to the strict screening criteria for membership, the members here are basically world-class celebrities in the music circle, fashion industry, and financial street, so the decoration is naturally unceremonious, and the details are luxurious and noble.

One, two, three, four, five... Well, they are basically here.The men scattered around the room in twos and threes, and one even played croquet in the space on the far right.

Hearing the movement, they all looked over at the same time.

"Eros, I told you to remember to prepare rain gear. Why do you still look like you are wearing clothes and taking a shower." The man who played croquet was about 40 years old, and he was in good shape. , Still maintaining an extremely standard gentlemanly demeanor.

"Haha, maybe he swam from the Aegean Sea, so he was the last one to arrive." The people over there really lived up to his expectations and laughed out loud.

Eros pouted, shrugged at the croquet man, and said, "Paul, believe me, you are the biggest reason why I don't like London, and it has nothing to do with the weather."

These people come from different countries, and the colors of their hair and eyeballs are also different. The atmosphere of different individuals together is particularly harmonious. All this is due to a mysterious association that discusses heroes with IQ.

Some people say that this is an association that ordinary people cannot join in their entire lives. It doesn't matter money or status. There is only one requirement for them to join the association. You must be born with a smart person, and your smartness is outrageous.

Maybe the smartest person in the world isn't among them, but it's also impossible to find half a dozen other people who outshine them in IQ.

What would a group of extremely smart people do together?

"Have you heard that Mensa is known as the world's highest IQ club." In fact, gossip is everywhere, especially when colleagues are friends.

"In terms of quantity, it is indeed number one."

Thomson's stinging words caused Paul to laugh and shake his head, saying, "Sounds like an indictment on me...I said old folks, are you ready for new blood?"

These words made several men look up at the same time. Because of their abnormally harsh conditions for membership, the last time they welcomed newcomers was 5 years ago.

Paul waved the file bag in his hand, smiled mysteriously, but didn't say a word, it was really annoying to watch.

"Facing you old monsters for so many years, I'm really tired of aesthetics." Thomson snatched the information bag, took a look, and was immediately surprised: "Asian?"

"To be precise, they are Chinese." Paul added, raising his chin to signal them to continue looking down.

"Single-handedly, I'm really pretty, but I thought I was an idol star." Ailos flipped through the materials while talking: I skipped a grade in middle school, went to university at the age of 17, graduated with full credits in one year, followed by a master's and doctoral degree. He is about to graduate with a Ph.D. under the age of 22... It can only be regarded as a pretty good transcript, although his photos are even more stunning.

"I thought the next one would be Jewish, 22 years old... I didn't expect it to be such a, uh... kid. But, Paul, why did Gigasociety choose him? There must be an account, did he pass the test?"

Worf, the youngest, went straight to the point, with an urgent tone. Sure enough, people like to judge people by their appearance, which has nothing to do with IQ.

"You think so highly of the Jews?" Eros raised his eyebrows.

"That's an undeniably smart nation." Hearing his teasing, Worf had no intention of explaining more, handed over a page of information in his hand, and said, "Hey, although I'm not Jewish, I'm not Jewish, but I have the same relationship with your great idol Einstein." Stan is kind of a colleague."

"...Space physics, minor in nuclear physics. I'm a physics student, it's interesting..."

Worf ignored him, turned to Paul and asked repeatedly, "Did he pass the test? What's the number?"

"He didn't cooperate. The people we sent to contact were directly rejected, and they bluntly said that they had no interest in joining the club." Paul handed them a piece of paper, "This is a test cooperating with his school to persuade him to take it, but unfortunately he didn't take it. He stopped answering the questions when he was found out. But look at the answers to these questions..."

Paul pointed to them, turned his eyes, and said with a smile: "Carlos, according to this trend, he is very likely to break your record."

Carlos smiled: "I wish I could."

"Wait...Boss, are your materials reliable?" Thomson was still flipping through the stack of resume materials that are not considered thick, frowning and asking doubts: "His experience before transferring to school at the age of 16 was mediocre. It’s unbelievable, don’t you think it’s strange? In academic terms, it’s called a fault. Of course, I don’t mean to look down on ordinary people at all, but ordinary geniuses take shape from an early age. He looks like a two-person life. Putting it all together."

"It sounds like you're boasting. I said, Tom, don't you remember the glorious history of being bed-wetting at the age of 7? Geniuses will inevitably do stupid things when they are too young."

Thomson grabbed the pillow next to him and smashed it unceremoniously.

Carlos stretched out his hand to catch it, and the rest of them laughed out of shame.

In fact, EQ has little to do with IQ.

Paul said: "You don't know the national conditions of that country, Thomson, and the information we have is not necessarily accurate. I found a private detective to investigate, and the first half of his life was well covered up, and the rest of the journey went smoothly. It’s eye-popping. I even think this resume is more like someone deliberately made it.”

"A deliberately made resume? He seems to be a student."

"I'm about to graduate, and the school has made a default appointment to stay in the school as a special lecturer. The youngest professor is already visible. And the most interesting thing is that this kid has plunged into the laboratory to help since he entered the university. He has almost participated in several important scientific research projects in the past few years, but all the honors and rewards have nothing to do with him, and he himself doesn't seem to care about it." Paul considers himself to be a high-spirited person, but with such a person Even if the child's genius is compared, he can only bow down.

"The crooked trend of bureaucracy has blown into the academic world. These cultural hooligans in the guise of professors are relentless in stealing the fruits of other people's labor. They dare to brazenly embrace themselves if they have anything good, and they are not afraid of dying. But This child is too boring, to be so exploited and not to resist is simply condoning crime."

The first half of Carlos's passionate words received strong support from Paul, and he shook his head slightly at the back, as if sighing: "This matter cannot be resolved by resistance, especially in that country, where there is no backer, relying solely on personal strength, Maybe there is no possibility for talent to break through the clouds and see the sun. But..." His voice changed, and he couldn't help laughing: "The professor didn't take it for nothing, he offered his daughter with both hands, and he was identified as a prospective son-in-law, so he recommended Chance Come here and work extra hard, this can be regarded as selling you an extra gossip."

"Okay, okay," Thomson raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender, "A young scientist with some hidden achievements... I don't see any reason to whitewash the past and make it so mysterious."

Paul paused with the hand holding the coffee cup, and continued to take a few sips, subconsciously glanced towards the direction of the bar, and then said after deliberation: "He majors in space physics, and the space industry in various countries has developed rapidly in recent years. Well, it stands to reason that he should be a rising star, and he should be highly regarded. But according to the information he found, his country has an attitude of monitoring and investigating him, and his minor in nuclear physics is a very sensitive major. A young genius—— This is comparable to the most terrifying biological and chemical weapons."

"Is his position uncertain?"

"It is said that he has been in contact with an unknown organization, otherwise his leader would not be in such a hurry to assign him an identity. A professor in his 20s is really in a hurry." Paul put down his glass and glanced sideways at someone who was carelessly grinding beans After making coffee, with a flat expression on his face and a look of disinterest in what he said, he immediately raised his voice: "Hey, hey, I've said so much hard, please give me some reaction, Scott!"

"Well, I like to hear your English pronunciation. It's like brewing a pot of mellow coffee." The man who had been silent since the beginning finally spoke, his casual attitude completely ignored the point. .

Paul squinted his eyes, and before he could speak, Scott smiled by himself: "OK, I understand, I'm going to China, I'll take this task, and I'll help you check it out."

"...Is this what you mean by yourself or your organization?" Paul was taken aback for a moment, then frowned.

"It's all the same, the purpose is the same."

Hearing this, Paul frowned even tighter, and said after a while, "I don't want you to hurt him, whether it's public or private."

"Hey, is this sympathy, I found that you always take special care of beauties." Scott walked over with a smile, and took the portfolio from them, "But don't make me sound like a perverted uncle with special hobbies Same, I'd be sad."

Now they all looked at each other with sympathy, and 'You are such a strange uncle' was clearly written on their faces.

Scott lowered his head shyly, and took out the information in the file.

It was obviously a candid shot. It seemed to be a physical education class. The teenager was wearing a sportswear and was far away from the crowd. He was sitting alone with his legs crossed against a big tree.

Scott curled his lips into a smile, and softly read the Chinese name marked in three large characters next to the photo.

"The road is not the same."