Becoming the Richest by Farming
Chapter 270 - 0270 Trembling, cold, crying_1

Chapter 270: 0270 Trembling, cold, crying_1

Now, this name is also linked with the seminar.

Nina York looked on and suddenly let out a low chuckle.

Her elder sister had always targeted the other’s elder sister, but she had felt it unnecessary, and there was no need for comparison.

Now it seemed, indeed, there was no need.

Because no matter what, she was utterly beyond her reach.

Winning the Mathematics Prize at the age of twenty-four, she knew all too well what that signified.

She was probably one of the most worthy people in human history to be written about, she and her, not on the same plane at all.

Even to make a comparison, would be an insult.

However, Nina York didn’t feel angry, the other was in such a high place that she had no right to any opinion, now only feeling a bystander’s surprise.

Of course, she would have to decline the upcoming interview as well.

She was well aware that at this point, no matter who did the interview and boasted about being the youngest genius, with Ellen Young as a comparison, it would only be humiliating oneself.

Her sister was probably on the verge of a breakdown by now, certainly no need to add fuel to the fire.

And for some reason, the other had been able to keep it a secret until now, without any whispers.

At 10 a.m. sharp, the seminar officially started.

Unlike in previous years, this year’s seminar had blown up because of Ellen Young’s presence.

Twitter and forums were bombarded; nearly every post, every topic was about Ellen Young, even the fans who usually followed celebrities felt they couldn’t go on scrolling.

The contrast was just too tragic.

There she was at 24, winning the Mathematics Prize—heck, no one even knew when she first won it, so young and already a Mathematics Prize laureate.

What did they know besides chasing celebrities?

Some resigned to their fate, not on the same IQ level to begin with, why compare?

It was just asking for embarrassment!

At this moment, a particular fan group was as silent as chickens.

Naya York’s fans now wished they had never spoken on behalf of Naya York, nor had they flaunted Nina York’s achievements, now even speaking felt like a joke.

The sky was falling, and half an hour ago, they had no idea things would turn out like this!

Various science bosses came up to deliver their speeches, each one a crushing of the public’s IQ, those who were already seen as high IQ individuals by the masses, now in this moment—bosses are bosses, and not without reason.

Their information was not unheard of, it’s just that people normally don’t pay much attention.

Now they would pull up an encyclopedia entry for each one that came out, seeing their profile, award information, contributions to the world, including their extraordinary performance in childhood and how young they became bosses, resembling the classic expression of a Black man closing his eyes while weeping.

Trembling, cold, crying.

Blessed are those born beautiful; why were they also born bright?

If all of us are humans, why can’t we happily start from the same line, why must such a vast gap exist?

The seminar went on for quite a while, lasting two hours until noon, with only five people having spoken—the sessions involve discussions after each speech, and much like classes, corresponding bosses raise questions after, not classroom style, making any small mistake could easily lead to being caught by others.

The bosses’ speeches were very rigorous.

However, lunchtime came, so once it hit twenty past twelve, Laursen announced a break.