Ding Zhaodong sat below, listening to Zhang Yuan's lecture, and sighed, "Thirty years ago, his father, Zhang Qiming, showcased a new turbulence algorithm on a world-class stage. Since then, almost all the turbulence control parts in nuclear engines have adopted his algorithm."
"Back then, I was Old Zhang's classmate. My teacher believed that it would take a hundred years before a better and stronger algorithm could appear. The problem seemed nearly perfected."
"Who would have thought that in just thirty years, it would be his son's turn to tackle the same difficult problem with an even more powerful algorithm... Perhaps, this is a kind of reincarnation of the world?"