After eating at Palmer Square, Luo Wenxuan, who was standing in front of the hotel, was gone.
Lu Zhou silently prayed in his heart that he would be able to find the answer he wanted in the illusory Hilbert space. He then took the elevator upstairs to his room.
He opened his email and received Professor Deligné's reply. There was only one word in the entire thesis.
[Received.]
Mathematics was a rigorous discipline. Every brick in the building of mathematics had to be carefully selected. A wrong thesis could not only cause the journal to withdraw the thesis, but it could also cause a series of other theses that cited the thesis to fall into a passive situation.
Especially when it came to the proof of a major mathematical conjecture, the review period was usually very long.
Even at the report, Lu Zhou wrote the proof process on the blackboard in front of all the mathematics experts. Even if no one criticized the thesis, it did not mean that the thesis was flawless.
Even Professor Deligné would need some time to refine the details of the thesis and ask for the opinions of his peers.
However, Lu Zhou felt that there should not be any problems. He was a person with mild OCD. Before he uploaded the thesis, he had already checked the thesis several times.
Speaking of which, Dean Qin and Dean Lu did not call him?
It seemed like Old Tang didn't spread this news carelessly. The mathematics community at home and abroad wouldn't jump to conclusions just because of a video before they read the thesis. After all, for mathematicians, applause didn't mean anything, no matter who applauded.
Thinking about this, Lu Zhou felt a little regretful.
Ignoring the political factors, the "academic value" of the twin prime conjecture was higher than Zhou's conjecture. A million yuan was the limit, but it should not be too much, right?
When Lu Zhou thought about how someone was going to send him more money, he could not help but feel a little smug. He began to type on his computer.
[Xiao Ai, bless your master to get another million yuan. Maybe I'll find you a new home.]
Xiao Ai: [Master, do you love me? (blinking)]
Oh? So smart?
Or did you copy the chat history from somewhere?
[Of course I love you.]
Lu Zhou typed a reply.
Who wouldn't like a QQ pet that could talk?
It would be perfect if he could also dance!
Xiao Ai: [Taobao Link: IBM server (Xeon 8-core SSD …) Price: 2.99 million]
Lu Zhou: …
MMP！
Now, it wasn't just girls, even artificial retardation was a reality?
In this cold world, perhaps only this scalding CPU had some warmth left.
With a sigh, Lu Zhou closed the laptop without saying a word. He sat on the bed and began to pack his luggage.
Suddenly he noticed the letter that old Mr. Grothendieck had written to him on the bedside table.
He had been so busy with his thesis that he almost forgot about this letter.
With curiosity, Lu Zhou opened the envelope.
The letter was written in English, probably for the sake of the addressee.
He read the main text line by line.
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…
By the time you read this letter, I might have already gone to another world.
Your research on the distribution of Mersenne primes is amazing, and the proof process is beyond my expectations. Even I can't think of any flaws.
To be honest, this doesn't look like a thesis written by a young scholar. But maybe I'm just blind. Please don't take an old man's confusion to heart.
To be honest, I'm pessimistic about the proof of Riemann's conjecture. It took us three and a half centuries to solve Fermat's last theorem, and Goldbach's conjecture took two and a half centuries. In contrast, Riemann's conjecture has only been proposed for a century and a half, and it's already more important than the other two … I don't think this is an exaggeration, although the public is obviously more interested in the other two.
From my point of view, all of our work now is just paving the way for future generations to solve these problems. These problems will eventually be solved and replaced by new problems... This process may take a century, or it may take two.
However, I see a glimmer of hope in you.
Of course, maybe I'm being too optimistic?
Because I'm really surprised by your thesis, I'll write a longer letter. But it's time to end. I don't have much time left, and I have to leave some for other people.
I can't even afford to rent a bank safe, and I don't have anything to give you, so I'll give you something interesting.
I left some of my works in Saint-Lizier Church. Some of them are things that I have published but retracted, and some are things that I haven't published yet. I hope they can help you.
Take this letter to the priest of Saint-Lizier Church. He knows what to do.
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Where is Saint-Lizier Church?
I have to go to France? Don't be like this.
This is the age of the internet, can't you just send it to my email? Or do I have to be there?
Lu Zhou sighed and threw the letter into his suitcase.
It's impossible now, I'll go when I have the opportunity.
There will definitely be opportunities. Before the Cold War, Paris had always been the center of mathematics. Even though it had declined after the Cold War, it was still as glorious as ever. As long as he was still in the mathematics world, he would definitely have the opportunity to attend academic conferences in Paris.
Also, if one day he really needed this mathematics treasure, even if he forgot about it, the system would somehow remind him.
…
Time was always short when traveling.
The next morning, Lu Zhou dragged his suitcase and went to the hotel counter to check out.
He still had a thousand dollars left from the school's funding. Not only did he not spend all the money, but he also brought back a check for ten thousand dollars. According to Francis, this check could be cashed at any Citibank in the world.
Because it would be troublesome to carry a large amount of cash through customs, Lu Zhou decided to wait until he returned to China to collect the money. As for the 1,000 USD, he would buy some gifts here and bring them back.
Lu Zhou stood at the entrance of the Princeton Hotel and called Luo Wenxuan. The phone rang for a long time, but no one picked up.
"He's already working hard in the laboratory?"
This is troublesome.
Lu Zhou hesitated for a bit and was considering if he should call his old friend. Suddenly, a Ford stopped in front of the hotel and honked at him.
"Get in the car, I'll drive you there," said Molina as the car window wound down.
When Lu Zhou saw her face, he paused for a second.
He remembered that he had only told her the approximate time of his flight back to China in that email, but he had never told her when he planned to leave from the hotel.
What a coincidence?
Lu Zhou: "How do you know I'm leaving at this time?"
"Psychology, social behavior, plus a bit of probability. If you're interested, you can take Todorov's Mathematical Research of Social Behavior and Psychology," said Molina as she chewed on her gum. She blew a small bubble and said, "I can convince my teacher to write a letter of recommendation for you. With your abilities, you can do a PhD here."
Study at Princeton?
Actually, Lu Zhou had been thinking about this problem for the past few days. He was wondering if this was necessary. The scientific research environment here was very comfortable, and the academic atmosphere at the university was very strong. It was much less impetuous than China. It was indeed worthy of the name of a world-class university.
However, for now, he could still learn a lot at Jin Ling University. Also, living abroad was not as convenient as living in China.
If everything went smoothly, he planned on at least finishing his undergraduate degree in China before considering studying abroad for a PhD.
Seeing how Lu Zhou didn't speak for a long time, Molina suddenly smiled and put her arm on the steering wheel.
"… Okay then, I'm just saying. You probably have your own plans, right?"
Lu Zhou smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I need some time to think about this problem."
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