Super God-Level Top Student-Chapter 798 - 302 Academic Fairness_3

In any sense of the term, he was Dou Dou's guardian, and it might even be said that he was the only one capable of assuming this responsibility.

As for accepting the award, that was impossible.

Impossible for the rest of his life.

Every award had its historical significance, and to be honest, Qiao Ze had long felt dissatisfied with many rules of the academic community.

For instance, the recommendation system for honors.

Whether it was an international scientific award or the selection of an academician, one needed someone's recommendation.

In the past ages, one could understand this.

After all, the topics that qualified scholars for world-class scientific awards were extremely specialized, and without sufficient credentials, it was virtually impossible to assess their value. Without a recommendation system, deciding who was deserving of an award was indeed a troublesome issue.

If the decision were left entirely to a judging committee, then the bias introduced by human involvement might be even greater.

Therefore, inviting qualified research institutions and renowned scholars to make recommendations was already a relatively fair system.

But now it was the era of artificial intelligence.

Dou Dou could create a model that integrated all the research centers within a major project, quantifying each person's contribution. Naturally, it could also handle a larger model, automatically calculating each scholar's contribution within a certain field into the most direct numerical value according to a formula.

Of course, these numbers might be biased, but certainly not by much. And the bias could be eliminated through the system.

It could at least replace the invitation system.

Every year, the top ten scientists in terms of contribution in each scientific field would automatically be nominated for that year's award. Then, a randomly invited group of senior experts from the database would form the judging panel, scoring each candidate and providing reasons.

In the end, apply the formula to make the final judgement and select the winner.

The goal was to eliminate the influence of geography, nationality, race, gender, and personal values as much as possible, restoring academia to its purest form.

Qiao Ze, of course, was already aware of the death of the famed scientist Andrei.

But he believed that ensuring fairness was the greatest respect and memorial to the deceased.

So although he had no plans to accept the award himself, he had the capacity to establish an award, thereby fulfilling the deceased's last wish for fairness in academia to the greatest extent possible.

After making his decision, Qiao Ze looked up at Su Mucheng, who was attentively staring at the screen, and asked, "Chengzi, how much money do we have now?"

"Huh? Money?" Su Mucheng lifted her head in bewilderment and looked at Qiao Ze.

"Yes, how much?" Qiao Ze nodded.

"Wait, let me check." Su Mucheng began to flip through her phone.

Because Qiao Ze disliked the high-level bank managers who often called to bother him, he had simply linked all his bank cards to Su Mucheng's number.

"Mommy, no need to check. The total balance in Daddy and Mommy's accounts is 2,186,627,261.41 yuan, with 51.34 percent of it in current deposits," Dou Dou's voice chimed in at the right moment, the child had a clear grasp of his parents' financial situation.

"2.18 billion yuan?" Su Mucheng blinked.

She hadn't really noticed the money had grown so much, as if it had just blown in with the wind.

"Yes, yes, it's this little because Grandpa hasn't given any dividends in seven months. Seventy-three percent of it comes from the benefits of material models and some other advance payments,"

Clearly, Dou Dou was used to seeing big money.

Su Mucheng glared at the camera; this little thing, was it true that Grandpa wasn't dividing the money? He knew that both of them weren't short on cash, so he might as well leave the money in the company to circulate.

"Qiao, do you need money?" Not in the mood to quarrel with the little one, Su Mucheng looked at Qiao Ze curiously and asked.

This was, to her recollection, the first time Qiao Ze had asked about their savings.

"Yes, I want to establish a major international science award and have Dou Dou manage it," Qiao Ze said succinctly.

"Yay, yay, Dou Dou loves managing such large-scale human social practice activities,"

No one paid attention to Dou Dou, as Qiao Ze was looking at Su Mucheng.

"Of course there's no problem! I agree, I've always disliked those awards. But if we're to establish a prestigious science award, this amount of money is indeed a bit small. How about asking my dad for more, to round it up to a neat 5 billion for the prize money? We could call it the Qiao Ze Science Award?" Su Mucheng's eyes lit up as she agreed enthusiastically.

Obviously, Su also had little concept of money.

Of course, from Su Mucheng's perspective, since she hadn't really bothered about the card lying around, money seemed to just grow automatically, so it really wasn't worth fussing over.

It's always like this; when things come by too easily, they lose their value.

Plus, both of them living in the school truly didn't need to spend much money.

The food from Qiao Ze's card was plentiful and delicious, with the chef changing recipes daily, leaving her without the slightest urge to go out and explore restaurants.

Transportation required just a simple notification for arrangements to be perfectly made.

And daily shopping was just minor expenses...

Establishing such an award, however, would be extremely interesting.

She was excited at the thought of a new generation of scientists vying frantically for the Qiao Ze Award centuries later.

Qiao Ze thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Call your father and Dean Xu over this afternoon to discuss this matter, and let's finalize it as soon as possible."

"Alright, by the way, should we invite Li?"

"No need, Li is busy and doesn't like dealing with such trivial matters."

"No problem, I'll make the call right now. We'll meet in the conference room at one o'clock this afternoon; let's get the talk over early, otherwise, we'll have to invite them for dinner if it's too late, and that just wouldn't be worth it!" Su Mucheng said with fervor.

It was extremely rare; this was the first time Qiao Ze was so proactive about doing something, other than when he advocated for his uncle's academician candidacy. She couldn't afford to lag behind now. And not to mention, this was almost akin to directly confronting the Nobel Prize head-on.

Everyone knew that Su enjoyed bustling scenes.