[Dear Student Lu Zhou, this is the Courant Mathematical Sciences Institute of New York University. First of all, thank you for your submission to our institute's journal, Theoretical and Applied Mathematics Letters. The conclusion you put forward in the article "The Optimal Inversion Theory of Linear Operators and Linear Functionals" has been a key inspiration for the bottleneck we are currently facing in the cooperation project with the Paul Schell Institute in Switzerland …]
[… That's a project on the analysis of seismic wave return spectra. It will be used in the field of geological resource exploration and earthquake research. The specific details are confidential and cannot be disclosed, but we can assure you that your research results will be used for peaceful purposes …]
[… When we learned that you were only 19 years old, Professor Rodwell and Professor Lee were very surprised. They also admired your talent in the field of mathematics. While expressing our gratitude for your research results, we also sincerely invite you. If you are interested in studying in the United States for an undergraduate or master's degree, please be sure to contact us. The doors of New York University are always open for you.]
Inside an old-fashioned apartment building next to the Wudaokou Vocational College in Beijing.
[Jin Ling Daily] was spread out on the table. It quoted a letter from New York University, excerpted some of the text, and summarized the debate that happened on Weibo some time ago.
As for the origin of this newspaper, it was sent by his old classmate, who was the principal of Jin Ling University.
There was also a copy of the original English thank-you letter.
"This is ridiculous!"
After reading the newspaper, the old man took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose and shook his head. His fingers on the table were trembling in anger.
A middle-aged man walked into the study room. When he saw the old man's expression, he asked, "Dad, what made you so angry?"
"Look at it yourself," said the old man as he tapped on the newspaper.
When the middle-aged man saw the newspaper cover, he had a look of realization on his face.
Unlike his retired father, who walked the dog and played chess all day, the old man was often connected to the Internet, so he obviously knew about the news. Just yesterday, he even talked about this matter with his colleagues.
Regardless of whether or not there was a problem with the thesis, an "expert" who claimed to be a scholar was trying to create hype for an undergraduate student.
To put it lightly, it was sowing discord and pestering endlessly.
To put it in a more serious way, it was persecuting intellectuals. Their intentions should be put to death!
"You also know about that?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile.
"A layman giving orders from the side. Isn't that just fooling around? You're even pointing fingers at the country? Were they going to hang a sign on his chest and parade him through the streets? I can't stand it anymore! You know what I remember? I remember more than forty years ago … "
That pair of turbid eyes seemed to sink into the memories of the past.
The old man opened his mouth and suddenly sighed, shaking his head.
"Forget it, let's not talk about it. It's all in the past."
Then, he looked at the bottom of the newspaper and quoted a blog post by a blogger named Zhu Fangcai.
"… This article is really well written. It really has the style of the young generals in the past, heh." The old man snorted coldly and stood up with his hands on the armrests of the chair.
The middle-aged man asked, "Dad, are you going out? It's almost time for dinner. "
The old man waved his hand and walked to the door. "I'm not eating. Today, I'll go to my old classmate's house! If I don't vent my anger, my heart will be f * cking uncomfortable! "
…
The thank-you letter published by [Jin Ling Daily] took the public opinion in another direction.
How could a talent recognized by New York University be a useless academic cancer?
The onlookers, who were originally skeptical of Lu Zhou, began to reflect again.
New York University's ranking was in the top 30 in the world. It was reasonable to say that Jin Ling University was protecting their own people for the sake of the university's reputation. However, there was no reason for a foreigner to come across the Pacific Ocean. Also, that Swiss research institute, it sounds very high-end …
When this article came out, Zhu Fangcai was so angry that his nose was crooked.
He could not sit still anymore. He immediately jumped out and published his third blog post.
This time, he did not care about the academic value of the thesis.
"Even if you can prove that the thesis is fine, you can't prove that you wrote the thesis!"
"How can a student who didn't even graduate write a thesis like this?"
"Who can prove it? Can Jin Ling University prove it? Just because you went to the library a few times? I've been to more libraries than you've ever heard of! Why can't I write ten theses in a month? "
"You say you're a genius, but I don't believe you!"
When Lu Zhou saw Zhu Fangcai's blog post, he wanted to say, "Because you're stupid …"
However, unfortunately, Zhu Fangcai did not give him the opportunity.
This debate had developed to the point where it was almost like a shrew cursing in the street.
However, just when Lu Zhou thought that this debate would continue, a report published by China Youth Daily broke the stalemate.
The title of the article was domineering.
"Heroes don't ask where they come from, and age doesn't determine their ambitions!"
The article did not mention the debate that happened on the internet. It was just an ordinary report on an ordinary university student. It was about the 11 SCI theses that he published this year, as well as the objective evaluation of these theses by two Wudaokou University professors, as well as the thank you letter from across the ocean.
And his name was Lu Zhou.
This report was not only published in print, but it was also published on the official Weibo of China Youth Daily.
Also, it was reposted by Everyone Daily and other media outlets.
This time, Lu Zhou was once again on the trending list.
But this time, it was a completely different story …
Zhu Fangcai stared at his phone screen as his eyes widened in anger. However, he could not stop sweating.
He suddenly realized that he seemed to have gone overboard.
Before, no one cared about him. No matter what he did, the people who cared about him were either small characters or slightly stronger than him. However, they were far from being able to kill him with one slap.
But now …
The official media obviously wanted to promote Lu Zhou as an outstanding university student and set him as a role model for modern university students. And Zhu Fangcai's argument happened to be on the opposite side of the propaganda.
This is a bit serious …
What should I do?
Admit defeat?
However, it was impossible for the fans to buy it. The fans that he had worked so hard to gain might all disappear.
But if I don't admit defeat …
Zhu Fangcai was afraid that he would be the next one to be called.
In front of the propaganda, no matter how many fans you had, you were no different from a grasshopper. At most, you were just a little bigger. If they really wanted to kill him, they could just slap him in the face.
Just then, his phone rang.
The caller was also an education commentator. His name was Zhong Bowen.
This guy occasionally wrote some articles, but his personality was a bit more gentle. His views were not as radical as Zhu Fangcai. People in the circle called him Old Zhong. He was a kind and easy-going person.
"Zhuzi, enough is enough … I'll stop this. If you continue like this, I'm afraid there will be problems," said Old Zhong.
"Old Zhong, it's not that I don't want to stop, it's just that I can't stop now," sighed Zhu Fangcai.
Old Zhong said, "You think those 985 universities are easy to mess with? Bullying others because they don't have many fans? Is this a problem with the number of fans? Look at you, why did you have to go after a university? Who doesn't have a few alumni there? "
"I didn't want to go after Jin Ling University. I just said a few words about that b * stard's thesis. Anyone who sees 10 theses in a month would think it's abnormal, right? Who would have thought that they would have such a big reaction? I think there's a problem! "said Zhu Fangcai.
"I think your brain is abnormal," said Old Zhong. He could not help but say, "Think about it, an undergraduate student who publishes 10 theses in a month, how can he be normal?"
Thinking about it this way …
That makes sense.
However, it was too late for regrets.
"… Then what do you think I should do?" sighed Zhu Fangcai.
"This matter is easy to solve. They just want you to apologize. Just apologize and admit your mistake. Maybe this matter will be over, "said Old Zhong over the phone.
"No way, I'd rather go to court. How much money would I lose in a lawsuit … If I admit defeat, I'll lose more money." Zhu Fangcai looked like he was struggling. In the end, he shook his head and said, "At most, I'll talk less."
There was no way he would apologize. He would never apologize in this life.
At most, he would deal with it coldly. If not, he would go to court!
What had he not seen before?
When he wrote that drinking Longjing tea caused cancer, he was sued by the local government. In the end, he only lost 600,000 yuan. In the end, what could they do to him? The court could force him to pay the money, but could they force him to apologize?
Old Zhong sighed and shook his head, "Then I won't try to persuade you. You're on your own."
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