Lu Zhou couldn't make up his mind, so he told his supervisor, Professor Deligné, about the invitation from the Max Planck Institute. After listening to Lu Zhou's statement, the old man stopped writing and looked at Lu Zhou.
"You plan on going to the Max Planck Institute?"
"I'm thinking about it." Lu Zhou thought for a bit and said, "Actually, I'm more inclined to hold this report in Princeton."
Germany was too far away.
He had just returned from a business trip to Columbia University, so he didn't want to travel for a while.
Deligné thought for a bit, and to Lu Zhou's surprise, he said, "Principal Isgruber would be happy to hear this, but I don't recommend you to do this."
Lu Zhou: "Why?"
"This is like a monastery, suitable for cultivation, but not suitable for preaching. There is a wider world outside of the Institute for Advanced Study. "Deligné put down the pen in his hand and looked at his former student. He said," My suggestion is that you should go out more when you are young. No matter what you are researching, communicating with scholars in the same field is far more beneficial than closing your doors and persecuting yourself. "
In Deligné's eyes, Lu Zhou's way of researching was no different from "persecuting himself".
Lu Zhou shrugged and said, "Okay then, I'll seriously consider your suggestion."
"I hope you will. Also, when you go there, remember to say hello to Faltings for me. " A rare smile appeared on Deligne's serious face when he said his old friend's name. He said, "I've left Princeton for more than 20 years, I wonder if his arrogance has been cured."
Lu Zhou thought back to the last time he met the old man in Stockholm, and his expression suddenly changed.
He didn't know what Professor Faltings was like twenty years ago at the Princeton Institute for Advanced Study.
But thinking about it, it was probably not cured …
After leaving Professor Deligné's office, Lu Zhou returned to his own office.
He sat in front of his computer and thought for a bit. He wrote an email and replied to the email address left on the letter. He then sent an email to the Max Planck Institute for Condensed Matter Physics invitation.
In the end, he decided to go to Germany.
Since the Max Planck Institute had promised to cover all of his expenses in Germany, it would be a good idea to go on a vacation.
However, he had to prepare the PowerPoint for the report as soon as possible …
After working all day, it was finally time for dinner.
Lu Zhou stretched, saved the unfinished PowerPoint, and sat up from his office chair.
He still had some special things to do when he went back in the evening, so he planned to finish his work early. He told Vera not to bring bacon sandwiches for him later and went to the dining area on the first floor alone.
Coincidentally, just as Lu Zhou was about to start eating, he bumped into Edward Witten, who had just finished picking up his food.
"You didn't go to the Ivy Club?" The talkative Jewish professor sat down across from Lu Zhou and said, "While you were on an exchange visit at Columbia University, they got a new chef."
"Every time I plan to go, I'm too lazy to go that far, so I choose to sit here," Lu Zhou said as he stirred the meat sauce on the macaroni with a fork.
"Haha, me too. After I got used to it, I realized that the food at the Institute for Advanced Study is quite delicious. " Edward Witten smiled and said, "If they didn't change my membership to a lifetime membership, I would have quit already."
"Lifetime membership? You don't have to pay membership fees? "This was the first time Lu Zhou heard about this, so he looked at Witten and asked," Speaking of which, did you receive an invitation from the IMU? "
"Of course not, but you're almost there. No club would let a Fields Prize or Nobel Prize winner pay membership fees. This is the tradition of the Ivy Club." Witten paused for a second and suddenly remembered something. He then asked, "Speaking of which, did you receive an invitation from the IMU?"
The IMU was the abbreviation of the International Mathematical Union. The invitation that Witten was referring to was the International Congress of Mathematicians report invitation.
Lu Zhou nodded and said, "Yeah, they invited me to do a 60-minute report."
Edward Witten wasn't surprised that Lu Zhou was invited.
As one of the strongest candidates for the Fields Prize, it would be strange if he didn't receive an invitation.
"60 minutes is a long time, have you thought about what you're going to do in the report?"
Lu Zhou: "If everything goes according to plan, it should be the Collatz conjecture."
"If everything goes according to plan? What do you mean by that? " Edward Witten looked at Lu Zhou with a puzzled expression. He then asked, "What if there's an accident?"
Lu Zhou smiled and answered the question in a relaxed tone.
"Of course, it's also the Collatz conjecture."
The only difference was who was going to do the work.
After solving the Goldbach's conjecture, there weren't many other conjectures in additive number theory that could attract Lu Zhou's interest.
The Group Structure Method had been perfected when proving Goldbach's conjecture. Lu Zhou was more willing to see people use his theoretical tools to create new theories or prove new theorems.
Because of this, when Lu Zhou applied for the Collatz conjecture, he decided to give this conjecture to his student. He would only provide guidance and suggestions on the method and direction.
Of course, if his student couldn't complete it, he would consider doing it himself.
However, Lu Zhou was quite optimistic about his student's abilities.
Especially Vera. Her mathematics talent was the best he had ever seen among scholars under the age of 25.
Although he was lacking in creativity, his analytical ability and logical thinking were surprisingly strong. As long as she was taught something once, she would not only be able to remember it quickly, but she would also be able to quickly apply it to solve practical problems.
Lu Zhou believed that with the right guidance, she could become a scholar on the same level as Schulz.
In terms of talent, she won the IMO gold medal a year earlier than Schulz …
…
After dinner, Lu Zhou left the Institute for Advanced Study. He didn't immediately go home. Instead, he jogged around Lake Carnegie.
As a researcher, only with a healthy body would he be able to work harder in his research.
Ever since Lu Zhou became a professor, he had a deeper understanding of this.
After sweating profusely, he went home and took a shower. Lu Zhou laid on his bed and closed his eyes. He said "system" and his consciousness went into the system space.
When he completed the last mission, he only received the mission reward. He hadn't touched the new mission yet.
Now that the theoretical model of the electrochemical interface structure had been completed, Lu Zhou had enough time to finish his work.
It was time to see what kind of multiple-choice question the system would give him this time.
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