Zhicheng Road, Imperial College.
Sincerity Road was a road that the Directorate often used to punish students. In the past, Qin Huaiyu and the other two had been frequent visitors here. Today, however, Qin Huaiyu and the other two had not come to Sincerity Road to be punished. They had come to complete the task that Moton had given them, to set up the venue.
"Quick, set up these tables and chairs here!" Qin Huaiyu ordered his men loudly.
More than ten strong men quickly set up the chairs in the venue. There was a stage in the middle and tables and chairs on both sides. It was very similar to the debate at the back.
When the Imperial College students saw the venue, they couldn't help but discuss it. In the past five days, the Imperial College had been abuzz with the news that Zu Mingjun from Room C and Wang Ling from Room A had agreed to debate whether the Imperial College should use Indian numerals.
"A famous scholar!"
Most of the Imperial College students were top students. Of course, they knew about the famous scholars from the Hundred Schools of Thought during the Pre-Qin Dynasty. However, the Hundred Schools of Thought had declined for a long time. Only the Buddhist school would occasionally use the method of debating scriptures, which was similar to the famous scholars of the past.
However, no one expected that the famous scholars that had been passed down for thousands of years would appear again in the Imperial College. Although it was just using the name of a famous scholar, it had already attracted many Imperial College students.
The two parties agreed to meet at 9 a.m., but it wasn't time yet. Many Imperial College students had already arrived at the venue in advance. They were all very excited.
They hadn't been in contact with Indian numerals for long. Although they had noticed the benefits of Indian numerals, they didn't think it was necessary. Therefore, the other supervising students didn't support Shen Hongcai like the supervising students of Room C. They were only interested in the famous scholars.
Looking at the excited Imperial College students, Meton felt slightly relieved. He knew that the first step of his plan had succeeded. He had used the famous scholars that had disappeared for thousands of years to attract the interest of many Imperial College students.
"Meton, it's ready!" Qin Huaiyu appeared beside Meton and said.
Meton looked at the debate venue that was very similar to the ones in the future. He nodded and asked, "Where is Zu Mingjun?"
Qin Huaiyu pointed to the resting area at the back of the hall. Zu Mingjun and Wang Ling each led a few supervisors to form two groups, and were in the middle of a heated discussion.
As if sensing Meton's gaze, Wang Ling raised his head and looked at Meton who was standing at the side of the venue, revealing a sarcastic smile.
He knew that the Indian numbers were spread by Meton, and he also knew that Meton wanted to protect Shen Hongcai, but he would not let Meton get what he wanted.
He wasn't afraid of the methods of the famous masters. Thinking of the various references in his hands, he didn't believe that Zu Mingjun could make any big waves. This time, he wanted Meton to taste the taste of failure.
"This son of a bitch!" Qin Huaiyu looked at Wang Ling's provocative smile and couldn't help but feel angry.
"I think he needs to be taught a lesson!" Cheng Chumo said hatefully. Yuchi Jingde silently rolled up his sleeves.
"No rush!" Meton stopped the three of them. Now wasn't the time to be impulsive. He thought for a while and said, "Go and find out what other businesses the Wang family has other than the fresh fish shop. I will crush them all."
"Good idea!" Qin Huaiyu and the other two nodded in unison with a sinister look on their faces.
"Where's Kong Huisuo! Didn't you say that he would be hosting the debate? "Meton temporarily put aside the grudges and asked.
"He is now looking for Lord Chancellor to persuade Lord Chancellor to come here, but he hasn't appeared yet. I'm afraid the chances aren't high!" Qin Huaiyu said sadly.
"It's fine! I only have a way to get Lord Chancellor to come here. "Meton said confidently.
Suddenly, a group of people walked in through the Imperial College's gate. Meton's eyes instantly lit up and said, "I'm afraid Lord Chancellor will have to come out now!"
"This is?" Qin Huaiyu and the other two were puzzled.
"The Zu family's patriarch!" Meton said with a faint smile.
"Haha, Brother Zu has come to the Imperial College. I apologize for not being able to welcome you!" Kong Yingda received the news and quickly appeared on Zhi Cheng Road.
If it was the Zu family of the past, Kong Yingda might not have cared. However, ever since Zu Mingjun discovered the parabola, the Zu family's reputation shook the academic world and their status rose greatly. Moreover, the Zu family's patriarch was also an academic elder, so his status was not much lower than Kong Yingda's.
"I heard that there was a grand event in the Imperial College. Please forgive me for coming so abruptly!" The Zu family's patriarch cupped his hands and bowed.
"Where? It's just some students messing around, isn't it? "Kong Yingda said lightly.
The two of them exchanged some pleasantries. Kong Yingda saw a sage-like elder standing beside the patriarch. He cupped his hands and said, "May I know who this is?"
"Hua Yuan from the School of Medicine greets Brother Kong. We have been waiting for you for more than a month. Please forgive us!" Elder Hua cupped his hands and said.
"The School of Medicine?" Kong Yingda's heart skipped a beat. Of course he knew about the newly built Mo Hospital near the Imperial College. He also knew that Mo Hospital had become the most famous hospital in Chang 'an in just a short month.
It was a grand operation with superb medical skills. Moreover, the prices were very reasonable. All of the medicinal herbs were clearly marked. Even more valuable was that as long as an Imperial College student was sick, as long as they had an Imperial College student's nameplate, they could charge half the price.
"So it's Brother Hua! Thank you for taking care of the Imperial College students! " Kong Yingda said respectfully. No matter what, the appearance of Mo Hospital could only bring benefits to the Imperial College. Many Imperial College students had benefited from it.
Many Imperial College students had already noticed the situation here. They couldn't help but click their tongues.
Confucianism, Mohism, School of Medicine, School of Medicine, School of Medicine, and the Zu family, who had risen to prominence through mathematics. This debate was becoming more and more heated.
Wang Ling also saw the foreign aid that Meton had invited! He couldn't help but snort coldly in his heart. No matter who you invite, you won't be able to win this debate.
A few seats were quickly added to the back of the stage. Kong Yingda and the head of the Zu Family, Elder Hua, sat down respectively.
Zu Mingjun and Wang Ling led the people from both sides to bow to Kong Yingda and appeared in their respective seats.
"Hang up the banners!" Meton waved his hand. Qin Huaiyu immediately understood Meton's intention. He whispered an order and two huge banners appeared on both sides of the stage.
"The more you debate, the clearer you become." Kong Yingda looked at this sentence and couldn't help but nod. This was indeed a famous saying.
The other students also nodded. They suddenly felt that famous people were indeed unique.
As the host, Kong Huisuo appeared in the venue and said, "The more you debate, the clearer you become. Today, we will be here for the first debate of the Imperial College. The topic of this debate is whether or not the Imperial College students should accept Indian mathematics and its methods of calculation. "
"However, in view of the fact that Lord Chancellor still doesn't understand Indian mathematics, I wonder if the students of Class C could demonstrate this new type of mathematics to Lord Chancellor."
"Oh! The students of Imperial College must be of high standard. This Old Man is very interested! "The head of the Zu Family said with great interest.
Kong Yingda couldn't help but roll his eyes. Of course, he knew that the head of the Zu Family was doing this on purpose. However, he was also very interested in the new type of mathematics that Shen Hongcai was willing to sacrifice his own future to teach. He wanted to know just how magical it was.
"Sure!" Kong Yingda nodded.
Although Wang Ling also realized that Class C might be up to something, since Kong Yingda had already agreed, he couldn't refute. He could only accept it silently.
However, he had absolute confidence in his own preparations. He didn't believe that Meton and the others would be able to make a comeback.
Qin Huaiyu jumped onto the stage and held a large blackboard. On the top of the board were written the Chinese numerals zero to nine, and below it were the Indian numerals zero to nine.
Kong Yingda nodded, indicating that he understood. Wasn't it just a few numbers? He didn't think much of it.
After that, Cheng Chumo went onto the stage and immediately stunned everyone. All the Imperial College students stared at the ten rows of numbers on the blackboard with their mouths agape. Half of it was Chinese numerals, and the other half was Indian numerals.
"Three thousand six hundred and twenty-three!"
After only three breaths, Zu Mingjun announced the answer loudly.
"How is this possible?" The crowd was in an uproar.
All the Imperial College students looked at Zu Mingjun in disbelief. How could he give the answer so quickly? How was this possible?
Kong Yingda couldn't help but frown. He was also a great scholar and wasn't unfamiliar with mathematics. How could he answer these questions in three breaths of time? Was Indian mathematics really that effective, or was Class C lying to help Shen Hongcai?
The Zu family patriarch also couldn't remain calm. He looked at his grandson in shock. After calculating in his heart, he nodded to confirm that the answer was correct.
Wang Ling sneered in his heart. The more fake you all are, the higher the chances of you being exposed.
"I know that you all don't believe me. To be honest, when I first saw it, I didn't believe it either. Next, I will invite this student to come up with a question.
Kong Huisuo came to Wang Ling's side and pulled up a Class A student. This student actually thought for a long time and came up with a multi-digit calculation.
"Seven thousand five hundred and sixty-three!"
After three breaths of time, another student from Class C answered.
Wang Ling and the others calculated for a long time before admitting that the answer was correct.
"Let me do it!" Wang Ling said angrily.
Wang Ling wrote down a calculation that he thought was extremely difficult, but it still took him three breaths of time.
Kong Yingda, the Zu family patriarch, and even Elder Hua came up with questions one after another. The difficulty increased each time, but they still didn't cause any trouble for Zu Mingjun and the others. Everyone even realized that there was more than one such person. There were many Class C students everywhere.
The rest of the time was mostly Class C's exhibition match. No one paid attention to the debate between Class A and Class C at the end.
How could this be? Wang Ling was instantly dazed. No matter how well-prepared he was, he couldn't deny the fact that the advantage of using Indian mathematics was too great.
"Meton, it must be Meton!" Wang Ling gritted his teeth as he thought of someone behind the scenes.
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