One hour!
Professor Joseph's pupils dilated, and his face was filled with disbelief.
It took him several years of dedicated research to complete the Dixit-Stiglitz model with his collaborator, Dixie. It wasn't until 1977 that he proposed the model in his thesis titled "Monopoly Competition and the Diversity of Optimal Products". This shocked the entire economics community and led to the birth of the "New Trade Theory". It even won him the 2001 Nobel Prize in Economics!
No one knew better than him the power of mathematical tools in economic theory!
No one knew better than him how difficult it was to develop a mathematical tool that could be used to analyze economic models …
But now, Lu Zhou was telling him that he only used one hour to complete the Lu Bewley model?!
This was simply daydreaming!
Even though this model was built on the framework of the existing Bewley model, using only an hour to improve such a complex and cumbersome economic model into such a simple one was too scary!
One hour …
It wasn't even enough for his students to fully understand it.
"You must be kidding …" Professor Joseph stared at the calculations on the whiteboard and spoke in a daze.
It was obvious that he was talking to Lu Zhou.
However, this sentence obviously didn't reach Lu Zhou's ears.
When Professor Joseph finally came back to his senses, the entire lecture hall was filled with commotion. There were shouts of disbelief and exclamations of "Jesus Christ!" and other similar exclamations.
As for the man who was standing on the podium and writing those equations …
He was long gone.
…
After Lu Zhou left the venue.
Lu Zhou closed the door and faintly heard the commotion coming from the other side of the door.
Also, the noise was quite loud; even the soundproof door couldn't block it.
"Why are they so surprised?"
It's not like I'm bragging, it only took me an hour.
Lu Zhou realized that he would be in trouble if he stayed here any longer. He couldn't help but walk away from the lecture hall.
However, just as he walked past the back door of lecture hall No. 1, a young lady with short black hair, who looked about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, chased after him with a book and a notebook in her arms.
"God Lu! Can I be your student? " Her eyes sparkled as she blocked Lu Zhou's path. She spoke in an excited voice.
Lu Zhou looked at the open back door, then looked at the girl who looked at him with admiration. He felt a headache coming on.
"You're an economics major, right? I don't know anything about economics, you should find a more suitable mentor — "
Without wavering in the slightest, the young lady took a step forward and spoke with an even more agitated tone.
"Just two minutes ago, I was deeply impressed by your posture on the stage! I finally understand the future of economics! I also understand my shortcomings. I, I, I! I want to learn mathematics from you! "
Lu Zhou: "…???"
Is this guy listening to me?
Lu Zhou looked at the crowd and knew that if he didn't make a choice now, he might not have another chance. Therefore, he took a deep breath and spoke.
"Sorry, you're a good person!"
Young lady: "???"
After that, Lu Zhou didn't give the lady time to react. He quickly stepped to the side and went in the direction of the elevator.
What a joke, he ran for half an hour every morning. Even a British reporter couldn't catch up to him when he was at his peak, let alone a few research dogs who had their bodies hollowed out by the paper.
"Hey, wait a second, God Lu! Don't run ~ "
Lu Zhou looked at the slowly closing elevator door and the young lady chasing after him. He pressed the close door button and smirked.
"Too weak."
There was a cracking sound.
The elevator door closed and began to move up.
The few people in the elevator looked at each other, then at the man standing in front of the elevator door. Then, they exchanged dumbfounded gazes.
What the hell happened?
…
Even though he didn't check in at the hotel, he could still use the hotel elevator with a special access card.
When he arrived at the executive lounge floor, Lu Zhou walked to the front desk and showed the card in his hand. The waitress led him to a booth furthest away from the door, next to the window, and next to the bookshelf.
"What would you like to drink?"
"Just a cup of coffee … and a few pieces of paper."
"Is A4 paper okay?"
"Okay."
"Okay, sir."
After the waitress asked Lu Zhou what he wanted, she turned around and left with the tray.
Lu Zhou took out his phone from his pocket and looked at the time.
It was only two o 'clock in the afternoon, there was still some time before the cafeteria opened.
"Should be enough, right?"
Lu Zhou looked at the time on his phone and muttered to himself.
At this moment, the waiter from before came back with a stack of papers.
"I brought the A4 paper you wanted, but you'll have to wait for a while for the coffee."
Lu Zhou nodded to express his gratitude. He took the paper and said, "It's fine, I'm not in a hurry to make the coffee. Just send it over when it's done."
There was paper, and a pen was ready-made.
Lu Zhou picked out the most pleasing souvenir from his pocket and put the ink bag on it. He then held the pen and gently tapped on the paper. After thinking for a moment, he picked up the pen and began to write.
Actually, it wasn't that he didn't understand the previous report.
Even though he didn't have any knowledge about economics in his memory, he had a deep understanding of the application of the Lu Bewley model in economics, as well as the definition of the Lu Bewley model in the field of economics.
After understanding these things, he realized that it wasn't a coincidence that Professor Joseph misunderstood the Lu Bewley model.
It could even be said that the fault wasn't entirely on him.
This was a common situation in applied mathematics.
Some things were obvious from his point of view, but for scholars who weren't in the field of mathematics, it was these obvious things that were the most difficult to understand.
"… Professor Krugman's speculation is correct. There is room for further improvement in the Lu Bewley model. Not only in the mathematical sense, but also in the economic sense."
Lu Zhou organized the things he heard at the meeting. He treated the entire research project as a mathematical modeling problem. He focused on writing down the new understanding of the Lu Bewley model that he had during the report.
Soon, an A4 paper was filled with writing.
Lu Zhou looked at the results that he had spent ten minutes writing. He had completely organized his thoughts and smirked.
"Although it's not something particularly interesting, since we've already researched to this point, it's better to complete the half-done work …"
…
It turned out that when a person entered a state of concentration, time often passed by quickly.
Lu Zhou didn't know when, but the sky outside the window gradually turned yellow.
His phone on the table vibrated, and a message popped up.
Xiao Ai: [Master, you have mail ~ (????)?]
Lu Zhou put down the pen in his hand and looked at the sky outside the window. He then asked, "Is it from Professor Krugman?"
Xiao Ai: [Oh? No wonder you're Master, you guessed it! (???*)】
Lu Zhou: "What did he say in the email?"
Xiao Ai: [He asked if you have time for dinner. ⊙ ▽ ⊙]
Lu Zhou shook the dozen or so A4 papers in his hand. He was almost done writing the last page. He thought for a moment and spoke.
"Write a reply to him for me.
"If he's willing to wait until seven o 'clock, I'll go."
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