The Washington Times was not a mainstream publication, but it caused an uproar on the Internet.
What could be more popular than "racism"?
It was obvious that Lu Zhou had invested a lot of money. Discussions could be seen everywhere on Twitter and Facebook.
The Chinese students and the Chinese community were obviously on Lu Zhou's side. However, the African community and the leftist community were obviously filled with righteous indignation.
However, Lu Zhou's heart did not waver.
First, he didn't use Twitter and Facebook very often. Out of sight, out of mind. Second, he had his own things to do every day, and he didn't have the time to worry about foreign netizens' comments on him.
Of course, just like he said, the other side had thrown a challenge on his desk. If he did not respond, it would be too unbecoming of him.
Soon, it was the day of the report.
There were still a few hours before the report began. Lu Zhou arrived at Palmer Square and planned to eat something first.
He would not be able to eat at the Ivy Club. After all, the club was on Prospect Avenue, and his current location was about half of Princeton.
Lu Zhou randomly found a Texas burger shop near Palmer Square. He was about to open the door and walk in when he heard the sound of an argument.
He saw a guy standing in front of the counter and speaking in a condescending tone.
"The chicken burger combo is $6, the Texas beef burger is $7, and the two combo items are $3.5 and $4 respectively. And I noticed that a Coke on your menu is $1. "
"Although you didn't put a price on the complimentary Texas barbecue steak, I managed to get two values through the Linear Calculation Group. That is, your Texas barbecue steak is both $1.50 and $2. So, can you explain why the imaginary solution appeared on your menu? "
The guy standing behind the counter used his pinky to pick his ear and said impatiently, "So?"
"So it doesn't make sense." Professor Enoch said confidently, "In Nigeria, equations are something that anyone who went to high school can do. You sell hamburgers in Princeton, don't tell me you don't know how to do this?"
The Texan redneck behind the counter was obviously too lazy to chat with him. He urged, "Whether it's an imaginary number or not, if you want to buy it, then please pay. If you don't want to buy it, please stand aside."
Although he wanted to use the word 'get lost', it was still the opening hours, so he had to control his temper.
Looking at this boorish Texan, Enoch couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority.
This sense of superiority was probably similar to when he stood in the Ekiti Federal University.
A group of black boys who knew nothing sat in his classroom, and he, the omnipotent and omniscient, was God, and all the satisfaction and joy he desired was to be found in those who were lower or weaker than himself.
This feeling was like poison.
However, Professor Enoch obviously didn't realize that the situation here was probably different from Nigeria. He didn't even notice the ridiculing look coming from the side.
The Texan standing in front of him wasn't a black boy who wanted to learn something from him and escape from Africa. He wasn't interested in his theories at all.
The Texan rolled up his sleeves and winked at the waiter next to him. A clear but not loud voice floated from the direction of the store entrance.
"Equations aren't something profound, you can learn it in any high school in China … Give me a bacon sandwich and coffee, I have a report later, please hurry up." Lu Zhou walked past the Texan and placed the money on the table.
The Texan finally squeezed a smile on his face when he saw the dollars.
"Right away."
When Professor Enoch heard about the report, he raised his eyebrows. He seemed to have guessed the identity of this Chinese man, and he smirked.
He didn't give up and continued to ask.
"Then how do you explain the price on the package?"
"It's simple, you have to write an equation to calculate something obvious. In this case, we usually consider adding a coefficient in front of the unknown. You can think of it as the so-called discount." Lu Zhou shrugged and said, "Of course, I'm curious how you did it. Didn't your students tell you?"
Even though the students sitting next to him didn't join in, many of them began to laugh.
In fact, they had long wanted to laugh. The reason why they had been holding back their laughter was because they wanted to see the shop owner demonstrate to this annoying guy how the Texas redneck solved equations.
In mathematics, imaginary numbers were numbers in the form of a + b * i, where a and b were real numbers, and b ≠ 0, i2 = -1. A was the real part, and b was the imaginary part. 100% of high school students in China knew how to do this, but 99% of high schools definitely taught this.
In human terms, only numbers with a negative square or a negative square root were pure imaginary numbers. If there was a real number next to it, it would be an imaginary number.
In fact, as long as one finished high school seriously, this was not a profound thing. Even if one didn't know how to do it, it was not embarrassing.
"He's right, it's that … discount, why do you care if I'm selling my own stuff?" The Texas guy waved his hand impatiently. He rolled up his sleeves and tapped the table with his index finger. "If you don't want to buy it, get out of the way. You're blocking the customers behind you."
The atmosphere was full of excitement.
Enoch's face turned red, and he began to say some difficult words, "Why can't an imaginary number be calculated for a linear equation? How do you know that there are no imaginary numbers in Abelian groups, homomorphisms, and conjugacy classes … "
Lu Zhou couldn't help but facepalm.
Even though he wanted to say that Enoch didn't know the true meaning of these terms, that was obviously not the point.
The point was …
"Do you even need to ask? Because a linear equation doesn't need a square root!"
…
For Lu Zhou, what happened in the burger shop was just a small episode.
Even though he was curious about who that black guy studied mathematics with, his face turned completely red, and he ran out of the door amidst the laughter of the crowd. Therefore, Lu Zhou did not know the answer to this question.
Lu Zhou put this matter aside and finished his lunch. He then calmly went to the Princeton hotel across from Palmer Square.
Larter stood at the door and greeted every invited guest with a smile. However, when he saw Lu Zhou, he paused for a second and quickly put on a smile.
However, his smile was somewhat sarcastic.
"Welcome, Chinese mathematician from Princeton. I didn't expect you to come here."
Lu Zhou looked at the lecture hall that was almost full. He smiled and said, "I guess I'm not uninvited."
"You can still smile?" Larter smirked and lowered his voice as he said, "I hope in an hour, you can still be as confident as you are now."
Lu Zhou smiled and suddenly said, "Can I ask you a question?"
Larter: "What question?"
Lu Zhou asked in a serious manner, "Who gave you a bad idea?"
Larter's expression froze, but there was no obvious change. He still had his professional smile as he said, "What bad idea? What idea? Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. "
Lu Zhou smiled and said, "It's okay, forget about it, pretend I didn't ask."
Of course, he didn't expect to get any answers from one sentence.
However, people's subconscious was uncontrollable, especially when it was guided by external factors.
Larter didn't waste any time with him, or rather, he didn't plan to waste even a second on him. He turned around to greet the legal representatives of the black rights protection organizations, as well as the financiers of these organizations, and the members of parliament who were related to them.
Most of the people sitting in the venue didn't understand mathematics. They didn't even want to listen to a scholar's defense of his research results. Just like when The New Yorker distorted Qiu Chengtong's research results and attached a photo of an Asian man. Even if Hamilton stood up to clarify, what could he do?
This is a place where populism (also known as populism) is rampant, as can be seen in many ways.
The reason why they were sitting here was purely because a Nigerian brother was treated unfairly by the American academic community. It was purely because of political correctness that they had to postpone important meetings.
However …
What did this have to do with Lu Zhou?
Academic exchanges couldn't be done with elementary mathematics. No matter how much Lu Zhou discussed with Professor Enoch, it would be like playing the lute to a cow.
However, some things of a scientific nature, or even common sense, could be done with easy-to-understand language.
Lu Zhou adjusted the tie in front of his chest.
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