Chapter 2 Son of God’s Favorite
"No, you don't have to do it!" Lagrange grabbed Joseph's shoulders and said excitedly, "This new derivation is enough to prove your ability. I will go back to the university today to apply for academic certificate documents for you.
"Thank you very much!" Joseph was overjoyed. He broke free from the old mathematician's hands, saluted him, and rushed out of the door.
Lagrange originally wanted to make a speech, but found that the person had run away.
He was startled, then hurriedly chased after him, saying anxiously:
"How did Your Highness come up with the idea of differentiable functions? Tell me your thoughts!"
The teenagers in the classroom looked at each other in confusion. After a while, someone hesitated and said, "Who can tell me, has the Crown Prince graduated?"
"It seems so."
"But he just came today..."
The stern-eyed young man stared at Joseph's back and said bitterly: "No, he must have cheated!"
Andre rolled his eyes at him without any trace, and placed Lagrange's question in front of him:
"The questions were improvised by the professor, and His Highness's proof is a brand-new mathematical discovery. If the Duke of Chartres thinks that cheating can achieve this, he might try it himself."
The Duke of Chartres stared at the formulas that he couldn't understand at all, as if he was struck by lightning. He always considered himself a leader among the younger generation of the royal family, but now he couldn't even understand the proof process written by others...
Could it be that Joseph's previous incompetence was all feigned, just to make himself look embarrassed?
He clenched his fists hard, Joseph, just wait, I will make you crawl under my feet sooner or later!
Joseph naturally couldn't hear the conversation of several people, but even if he heard it, he wouldn't care. It's just a child's quarrel. All he thinks about now is that he can finally participate in politics, and how to rectify France and avoid the outbreak of violence. Something happened to my head.
Lagrange caught up with him panting, and pestered him with questions for a long time. Suddenly he felt that he had caught something from the crown prince's proof, and said to himself:
"What if f (a) is not equal to f (b)..."
He murmured several times, his expression became serious, and he hurriedly said goodbye to Joseph and returned directly to the university's office.
Joseph watched him go away and said softly:
"If f (a) ≠ f (b), that is your Lagrangian mean value theorem. I wish you good luck in proving it a few years ago."
When the old mathematician disappeared, he waved to the attendant who had been following him:
"Emman, where is Her Majesty the Queen now?"
The tall blond young man hurriedly bowed and said: "Your Highness, Her Majesty the Queen is in her tea room."
Joseph nodded to him, turned around and ran towards the end of the wide corridor. The violent exercise caused him to cough, and then he remembered that his pneumonia was not cured yet - the original owner was very weak, and it had been more than a month since the pneumonia, and he still had not recovered. signs.
He waved to Emang, who was approaching, to signal that he was fine, and walked around for more than a hundred meters before finally seeing the door of the Queen's Tea Room.
From today on, I can finally show off my skills and start saving myself! He took a deep breath, pushed open the door between the guards on both sides, and strode in.
In the warm and elegant tea room, Queen Mary, who has a two-foot-tall hairdo, fair skin, and beautiful light blue eyes, is sitting on an oriental-style armchair, holding documents in one hand and black tea in the other. He was listening carefully to the minister next to him, who seemed to be dealing with government affairs - Louis XVI spent all day in the lock-making workshop, so the queen was in charge of government affairs most of the time.
Joseph secretly sighed in his heart. Louis XVI was actually a rare benevolent king in French history, but he inherited a France that was riddled with holes. In addition, he was not very good at governing the country and was addicted to making locks. In the end, the people were in dire straits and the outbreak broke out. Big destiny.
In a time of peace and prosperity, Sixteen would probably be a well-loved and good king. In fact, Joseph had a good impression of him, and would really like to save his life if possible.
The voice of the etiquette officer came from the side: "The Crown Prince has arrived——"
In accordance with court etiquette, Joseph took half a step back with his right foot towards Queen Mary, touched his chest and bowed in salute. He then returned the salute to the ministers in the room one by one. Then he excitedly stepped forward and said to the queen:
"Mom, I passed the college mathematics graduation exam!"
Queen Mary's eyes flashed with excitement, she put down the documents and held his hand happily:
"Joseph, you are so proud of me and your father!"
She had previously sent someone to verify the Crown Prince's coursework and confirmed that he had passed all subjects with honors except mathematics. In other words, he had completed the courses at the University of Paris at this time!
She looked at her son with a complicated expression: "Why do you secretly study on your own without telling me and your father? I mean, you can definitely learn from a famous teacher."
In order to explain why he suddenly became a top student, Joseph could only make up an excuse and said that he had been studying on his own for many years in private.
"Because..." Joseph said bravely, "I want to give you a surprise."
"What a wonderful surprise!" The queen picked up a piece of pudding stuffed with strawberries and stuffed it into his mouth, then stroked his slightly curly hair lovingly, "How do you put so much knowledge in your little head? ?”
Next to him, a tall and thin man wearing a dark blue patterned crepe collared tights with a circle of sapphires inlaid on the collar, frowned and asked the minister next to him in a low voice:
"Bishop Briand, the Dauphin just said that he has completed college mathematics?"
The latter nodded: "It seems so."
"How can this be?"
"I was also very shocked."
Behind them, the queen's confidant scribe whispered:
"Not just mathematics, His Highness has completed more than ten courses in physics, chemistry, mathematics, geometry, and English at the University of Paris."
Several ministers around him suddenly opened their eyes when they heard this: "How is this possible?!"
"I remember, the Crown Prince is only 13 years old, right?!"
"It's incredible!"
"Yes." The secretary sighed, "Those teachers who have taught His Highness all call him 'The Son of God's Favorite'."
"Son of God? Haha, with such a talented crown prince, France will be even more glorious!"
"God bless France!"
Joseph ignored the ministers' rainbow farts, broke free from the queen's hands, and said to her eagerly:
"Your Majesty the Queen, according to the agreement, I can participate in politics, right?"
Queen Mary nodded fondly: "Yes, my genius son. Oh, by the way, I suggest you go to the Paris City Hall first to gain some experience."
Joseph frowned, he wanted to rectify France! Basically prevent the angry citizens from slaughtering the entire royal family! What can I do at City Hall? Engage in urban transportation? Or sewage treatment?
He had watched many documentaries about France's great fortunes before, and he knew that the core problem in France at present was finance - the collapse of officialdom, the inability to provide disaster relief, the disloyalty of the nobles, and other problems, all of which were caused by the collapse of finance.
Therefore, to rectify France, we must first rectify the finances!
Joseph looked at the queen and tentatively said: "I think maybe the finance minister is more suitable for me."
Queen Mary smiled kindly after hearing this. France's financial problem is a stubborn problem. Since Louis XVI came to the throne, almost all the energy of the government and the public has been focused on solving the financial crisis, but they have always been unable to do anything.
How could a thirteen-year-old boy, even a "son of God", be able to shoulder such a heavy burden?
She put away her smile, thought for a moment, and said, "Joseph, if you are interested in finance, you can go to the Paris Tax Office first."
Joseph knew that this was because he didn't believe in his own abilities, but this was normal, as his body was only thirteen years old. He had no choice but to settle for the next best thing:
"Then let me be the assistant to the finance minister?"
The assistant at this time is actually the Deputy Chancellor of the Exchequer, the second-in-command in finance.
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