Lu Zhou tore off a piece of paper and wrote down his email address.
As for his FB account, there was nothing he could do.
Molina put away the paper and said, "My email and FB account are on the back of the chewing gum wrapper." She then waved goodbye and walked away.
Lu Zhou looked at the chewing gum in his hand. He hesitated for a bit before he popped it into his mouth.
Emm …
Vanilla-Mint flavor?
After Lu Zhou copied the email, he continued to wander around the hall.
Soon, he found out that Molina was right. "Similar things" were happening all the time.
However, "killing the weak" was not the goal, it was just a result.
Thoughts of the same level could produce sparks, but eggs and pebbles could only produce a pile of sticky egg white.
The most interesting thing was that Lu Zhou saw someone claim to have proved the last step of Goldbach's conjecture, which was the "1 + 1" situation. As a result, he had just walked over to join in the fun, but before he could finish reading the proof written by the guy, the stall owner, who had just discussed with a certain big shot, tore down his poster and left dejectedly.
Of course, even if it was a little embarrassing, being able to bravely display one's research results here would definitely be of great benefit to one's future academic path.
Moreover, there were only a few worthless "poster-sessions". Many of the academic results displayed in the hall were quite valuable.
For example, there was a big name that did research on the automorphism group problem of the Witt algebra. Although he did not complete the "AutWn =?" Solution to this problem, many of the viewpoints raised were quite enlightening. It attracted countless students and even some professors.
After walking around, Lu Zhou found out that the small notebook he got from the door was not enough.
In the end, he had to shamelessly go to the small gift booth and ask for another notebook.
If knowledge could be compared to visible wealth, then what he had gained today was as abundant as a pirate ship.
It was not just the "poster-sessions" in the hall.
The focus of a large-scale mathematics academic conference was still on the few reports that were held every day.
Among them, what impressed Lu Zhou was Professor Deligné's 60-minute report. He reported on the progress of the Riemann zeta function's value transcendence at odd positive integer points. He proposed many novel ideas and applied mathematical methods, which were extremely groundbreaking.
Out of all the reports in the morning, Lu Zhou paid the most attention to this report.
…
Lunch break.
The conference team provided a buffet meal with fruits and various steaks for all the people attending the academic conference.
Lu Zhou took a rib and some salad from the dining car. He found a place to sit down and spread out the notes he memorized this morning. He began to enjoy his lunch.
There were a lot of academic results from the big names. However, other than those relatively new areas, Lu Zhou was mainly focused on the field of number theory.
Especially the research on twin prime numbers.
When Lu Zhou was discussing the twin prime number conjecture with the confident Indian guy, he did not get any substantial results. However, maybe he was infected by the guy's optimistic mentality, but his long-dormant inspiration emerged from the bottom of his heart.
"Algebra is only a tool for number theory, it's not the only way …"
Lu Zhou looked at the lines of calculations in his notebook and recalled the "Zhang's proof method" that Mr. Ren wrote on the blackboard. He fell into deep thought.
"By choosing the right lambda function … What if I change my way of thinking?"
It took a lot of courage to jump out of the existing framework and find a new way.
After all, international mathematicians had used Mr. Zhang Yitang's method to reduce the number 70 million to 246. As long as he continued to try and choose the right lambda (n) function, one day he would be able to reduce the number to 2 …
Maybe?
But just like Goldbach's conjecture, the last meter of Mount Everest was far more difficult than the 8843 meters he had already climbed.
While he was thinking about this problem, a faint smell of perfume floated in his nose.
A lady sat opposite him with a tray in her hand and said in a chatty tone.
"Thinking about a mathematics problem?"
"Yes."
When Lu Zhou heard the voice, he already guessed who it was. He did not look up and continued to think about the problem.
"There's a coffee party upstairs. They're discussing the content of Professor Deligné's report this morning. Are you interested?"
"I'm interested … But it's not what I'm researching right now." Lu Zhou shook his head and flipped through the pages. He then stabbed a small tomato with his fork and threw it into his mouth.
Molina looked at Lu Zhou with interest and said, "Academic conferences are a place for communication. They only happen once or twice a year, and there's still a lot of time for research. Why are you researching mathematics problems now?"
Lu Zhou replied, "There are a lot of mathematics conferences, but inspiration only comes a few times in one's life."
Molina looked at Lu Zhou and smiled.
Lu Zhou raised his head and looked at her, puzzled.
"What?"
"Sorry, nothing. I just think you're an interesting person," said Molina as she raised her glass. She then said, "I wish you luck."
"Thank you."
Although he did not know where this saying came from, he could tell that it was a blessing.
Lu Zhou picked up his glass of fruit juice and gently clinked glasses with her.
…
The afternoon was very free. After four o 'clock, the academic conference would be temporarily adjourned. The vendors in the hall would also leave and would not reopen until eight o' clock the next morning.
However, it would be too naïve to think that they would rest after four o 'clock!
Rather, the focus of the academic conference was the free time after four o 'clock.
At six o 'clock in the evening, the organizer prepared a cocktail party at the Princeton Hotel. There would be a sumptuous meal and wine for the participants.
For many elementary students who couldn't understand the lectures during the day, the cocktail party at night was probably the focus. This was because it was the closest and most approachable time for the big shots to get close to them.
Maybe in the time it takes to drink a glass of champagne, you might receive an offer from a laboratory.
This was not impossible.
Although Lu Zhou was not interested in socializing, he could still distinguish the occasion. The small circle coffee parties were not cost-effective, so it did not matter if he attended or not. However, if he missed an official party like this, it would be a big loss.
At night, Lu Zhou changed into a suit and a pair of leather shoes. He looked at himself in the mirror and even put some mousse on his hair.
"Not bad, it's more like it."
Lu Zhou looked at the handsome guy in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction. However, he suddenly felt a little worried.
What if someone ignored his talent because of how handsome he was?
I'm a talented player …
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