Lu Zhou still remembered.
In the beginning, the system once revealed to him that when all of his subjects were maxed out, the world after level 10 would be unlocked.
Which was the option of the future era.
Lu Zhou had a lot of ideas about what the future world would be like and how it would appear in front of him.
Even a few months ago, when he had just flipped open the golden Legendary Mission Card, he, who had always been calm, was so excited that his blood was boiling, and he didn't even sleep well that night.
Now, his mathematics level had finally touched the boundary of level 10. He was already on the edge of the future, and no one was closer to the future than he was …
Lu Zhou took a deep breath and looked at the rising sun in the distance. He gently clenched his right fist and then gently loosened it.
Although the emotion was not deceiving.
However, compared to pure excitement and excitement, what filled his chest at this moment was a trace of understanding.
It was as if he had already felt what the system really wanted to convey to him, as well as what the so-called future era was …
…
After saying goodbye to the old man, Lu Zhou turned around and walked back home.
Lu Zhou went to the study room on the second floor and sat down at his desk. He first checked his email.
It had been more than an hour since he sent the letter, and Professor Faltings still hadn't replied. Lu Zhou was either busy with something or didn't know how to reply to him.
Lu Zhou smiled and shook his head. He then took out his laptop and opened it.
He first opened a bottle of energy medicine and drank it like a victory champagne. He felt the feeling of fatigue slowly fade away from his body. Then, he began his work for the day.
With the help of Xiao Ai, Lu Zhou spent the entire morning organizing the contents of the draft paper onto his computer.
The complete thesis had a total of forty pages, which was much longer than he had imagined.
In addition to the Grand Unified Theory of algebra and geometry, it also included the outline and framework of the future of mathematics in his mind, as well as some conjectures that he derived from researching this problem.
The amount of content was enough for Mathematics Future to publish a special issue.
In fact, if he was given some time, most of these propositions that he proposed could be written in the form of theorems, and he did come up with some wonderful ideas that might be able to solve these problems.
However, not only did this deviate from the theme of the thesis, but it also made it a bit boring.
After all, the more knowledge one had, the more problems one could solve.
Rather than spending time on trivial issues, he would rather spend his limited time thinking about the most important propositions.
As for the suspense in the blank spaces, it was better to leave it to future scholars to ponder …
The moment he hit the Enter key, Lu Zhou leaned back in his chair.
He didn't have to wait long.
The moment the thesis was uploaded, the familiar blue dialog box appeared in his field of vision.
[Congratulations, host, for completing the Legendary Mission!]
…
The thesis was uploaded at noon.
In most parts of the United States, the hour hand was just past midnight.
This was a sharp contrast to the quiet night in the suburbs of Cambridge, Massachusetts. The Clay Institute was located in the suburbs, and it was still brightly lit.
As a non-profit private academic institution, the purpose of the institution was to promote and disseminate mathematics knowledge, and to give various awards and funding to potential mathematicians.
Unlike other pure mathematics research institutions that were worried about funding, this academic institution had been worried about how to "give out money" ever since it was established in 1998.
Like now.
Director Deaton, who was sitting in the director's office, was worried about such things.
Ever since the Riemann's conjecture was proved at the International Congress of Mathematicians, they had been having a headache about the Millennium Prize Problem Award and the million-dollar prize.
It wasn't because they didn't have money, it was because of the special identity of the winner.
This guy had already won two Millennium Prize Problems, the Navier – Stokes equations and the Yang-Mills equations!
If everything went according to plan, he would soon receive his third award in his life.
And it was the most important Riemann's conjecture.
It felt like this award was specially set up for him!
Actually, if that was the case, it wouldn't be a big deal.
It was just an award, it didn't have to be given to different people.
However, Professor Lu didn't seem interested in receiving awards. He even seemed a little impatient.
Also, this guy didn't lack money or fame. Last time, he didn't even bother to come to the Yang-Mills equations. He asked a physicist from his institute to go to the Institut de France on a business trip to pick up the medal and the million-dollar check.
Ever since the end of the summer, the entire Clay Institute, whether it was the members of the Scientific Advisory Board or the security guards, had been talking about whether or not this award was going to be given …
"… Enough! I'm no longer the chairman of the Scientific Advisory Board. You should find a more capable and far-sighted scholar to take this position! You shouldn't throw it to me every time you run into trouble! "
Professor Carlson's roar came from the director's office.
When Director Deaton heard that Director Deaton wanted to give this matter to him, who was about to retire, he almost instantly lost his temper.
Director Deaton looked at Professor Carlson, and he didn't want to make things difficult for this old man.
Even though Director Deaton didn't want to make things difficult for this old man, he thought about the identity of the winner and how difficult it would be to give this big name an award.
He then tried to persuade Lu Zhou, "But in our institute, the person with the highest academic reputation is you. You're the only one who knows him. I'm begging you, this is the last time! Trust me, I swear to god! "
When Deaton said this, his heart was filled with helplessness.
He had never thought that so many troublesome things would happen during his term of office.
The so-called Millennium Prize Problems, as the name implied, were prepared for the entire millennium.
This was a problem that couldn't be solved in a century. Who would have thought that in just a few years, three of these problems would be solved?!
If these problems weren't chosen by the most prestigious scholars in their respective fields, and if it weren't for the fact that he didn't even know how to solve them, he would have suspected that these so-called Millennium Prize Problems were fake.
"Actually, this matter isn't as troublesome as you think. The International Mathematical Union has already recognized Lu Zhou's proof, we just need to …"
Professor Carlson said angrily, "Then give him the award!"
Director Deaton didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "But, but you know, we have already presented him with the Millennium Prize Award twice, and he didn't even bother to come last time …"
Carlson: "Then don't give him the award!"
Deaton: "But that's against the rules …"
Carlson was going crazy as he said, "F * ck! What the hell do you want?! "
The roar from the office spread into the hallway.
Just at this moment, an intern assistant in a checkered shirt, about 30 years old, walked to the door of the office. Just as he was about to knock on the door and enter, he was startled by the roar. He reflexively pushed the half-closed door open.
Professor Carlson was dumbfounded. He hesitated for a while before he gulped and spoke.
"Professor Carlson …"
Professor Carlson glanced at the door and noticed that the person standing there was the intern assistant he hired not long ago. He wasn't in a good mood, so he spoke impatiently.
"What? Spit it out. "
Without a second of delay, the assistant spoke quickly.
"Just now, Professor Lu posted a thesis on arXiv. Because you set a tracking tag on that research area, I received a notification immediately."
Professor Carlson: "I understand, I'll go read it tomorrow morning."
The intern assistant knew that Professor Carlson would say this, and he had a knowing look on his face.
However, he didn't give up.
He knew that if he did what Mr. Carlson said, he would be scolded the next morning when he saw this amazing thesis.
The intern assistant gulped again and continued.
"… Actually, I just read the abstract of the thesis."
"Limited by my level of knowledge, I can't judge the content of the thesis. But considering that this thesis is related to the Riemann conjecture, I printed out the thesis for you. I sincerely suggest that you take a look at it now … Even though this might be a bit presumptuous, I'm sure you won't blame me. You'll be shocked by the content of this thesis. "
Shocked?
What could be more shocking than the Riemann conjecture?
Professor Carlson raised his eyebrows.
Even though Lu Zhou's mathematical intuition told him not to take the assistant's words seriously, he still took the thesis from the young man's hands and began to read the abstract.
Director Deaton was interested in what the intern assistant had to say, so he also went over to take a look.
Then …
The two of them couldn't take their eyes off the paper.
The clock on the wall was ticking.
Other than that, there was no other sound in the room.
The silence in the office was finally broken after the minute hand moved a whole square. The two of them exclaimed almost at the same time.
"Jesus Christ …"
"Jesus Christ …"
"This, this is …"
Professor Carlson opened his dry lips and felt his throat dry. He subconsciously reached for the teacup on the table. However, after drinking for a while, he realized that the cup of water was already empty.
"The Grand Unification of Algebra and Geometry …" Director Deaton's voice was also hoarse. His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the abstract. "Does, does he mean that he has already achieved it?"
"At least that's what he claims …"
Professor Carlson gulped and suddenly remembered something. He looked at the intern assistant standing at the door and said, "Call the Institute of Mathematical Sciences at Harvard University immediately! Contact Professor Qiu Chengtong for me. "
"Okay, okay!"
The assistant looked at the serious expression on his boss' face and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
However, he was about to turn around and leave the office. He was quickly stopped by Professor Carlson.
"Wait a second, did you drive here?"
"In the garage … Why?"
"No need to make the call, take me to Harvard University! Now! "
Professor Carlson stuffed the paper into his pocket and walked toward the door.
Director Deaton saw that Professor Carlson was about to leave, so he remembered that they hadn't finished discussing the award ceremony yet. He immediately came back to his senses and hurriedly spoke.
"Wait a second, about the Riemann conjecture award —"
"Next time! Compared to this, these trivial things aren't worth mentioning at all! "
Forget about the Riemann conjecture …
Even if all of the propositions that were sublimated into theorems because of the Riemann conjecture, they wouldn't be half as important as this.
After Professor Carlson said this, he disappeared from the office door, leaving Director Deaton alone in the empty office. The office was a mess under the light …
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