Switzerland.
CERN headquarters.
Witten was sitting on the sofa in the coffee shop. He flipped through the thesis in his hand while drinking his unsweetened black coffee.
Sitting across from him was Jaffe.
The old man's fingers were crossed on the table as he quietly waited for his old friend to finish reading the thesis.
As the founder and first director of the Clay Institute, the Millennium Prize Problems for the Yang-Mills equations were something that the two of them agreed on during their discussion. Even the description of the problem was written by the two of them.
This was supposed to be the final mathematical physics problem of the Millennium Prize Problems. He was prepared that no one would be able to solve this problem until the end of the century. However, he didn't expect this day to come so suddenly …
After some time, Witten finally flipped to the last page of the thesis.
Noticing this, Jaffe asked.
"Done reading?"
"Pretty much done."
"I want to know what you think."
"He's faster than I thought." Witten put down the thesis in his hand and took out his phone. He looked at the calendar and smiled as he said, "Forty-one days, I'm afraid he's the only one who can do something like this."
Jaffe sighed and said, "Is there anything else you want to say other than exclaiming about his speed?"
"Unfortunately, that's all I have to say." Witten sighed and paused for a second. He then said, "We don't have a clear conclusion about his last thesis, but he's continuing on."
Witten couldn't help but feel emotional.
The international physics community was still debating about his last research result, but his next research result was already in front of everyone's eyes.
This was the first time he heard that research could be faster than arguments, so fast that the entire world was chasing after him …
"There's a meeting in conference room No. 1 in a bit. His thesis on arXiv … I'll mention it at the meeting, but I feel like someone else will." Witten rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch. He then said, "Also, no matter what, we have to have a result on the strong interaction Yang-Mills existence and mass gap by this month."
Jaffe nodded in agreement.
"My thoughts are the same as yours."
…
While CERN was preparing to hold another conference on the Yang-Mills existence and mass gap, on the other side of the Eurasian continent, the Jinling Institute for Advanced Study was gradually shrouded in darkness.
Most people were getting ready to get off work and go home, but the few laboratories in the corner of the Institute of Physics were still brightly lit.
Especially the innermost laboratory.
There were about ten researchers sitting in a room that was about twenty to thirty square meters. Everyone's desk was stacked with documents that were nearly half a meter high, and everyone's faces were visibly haggard.
As the country's "largest" controllable fusion miniaturization technology research center, almost all of the people sitting here were from the original stellarator research team. Their fields of expertise ranged from plasma physics to engineering physics.
However, this didn't bring any advantages to the miniaturization of controllable fusion.
It had been more than half a year since the project was established at the beginning of the year, and there was still no progress in the research project.
As usual, Sheng Xianfu saw that the sky was getting dark outside the window. He went to the coffee machine and returned to his desk with a cup of steaming hot coffee in his hand.
He turned on his computer and pulled up the information he got from the Institute of Acoustics. Just as he was about to finish his research plan for the day, the door of the laboratory suddenly opened. An unexpected person appeared at the door and walked straight toward him.
"I have some things here." Lu Zhou gently threw the documents in his hand on the desk and said to Sheng Xianfu, "I hope you can finish reading them in one day … If it's not enough, try to finish them in two days."
Sheng Xianfu looked at Lu Zhou with a muddled expression. He then looked at the stack of documents on the desk and spoke.
"This is …"
"Something that needs to be verified through experiments, about the miniaturization of controllable fusion." Lu Zhou looked at the messy laboratory and paused for a second. He then said, "Also, regarding the questions you asked me a while ago, I can now give you a clear answer.
"High temperature isn't the only condition for achieving fusion reactions. It can also be achieved through other methods. As long as we can determine the relationship between the strong interaction force and the electromagnetic force, we can find such a method …"
Lu Zhou picked up a marker from the table and wrote a series of equations on the whiteboard next to him.
Sheng Xianfu looked at the lines of equations on the whiteboard and frowned.
"What is this?"
Lu Zhou smiled and spoke.
"Equations that relate the electromagnetic force and the strong interaction force.
"It turns out that the electromagnetic force and the strong interaction force can be unified under the theoretical framework of the quantum Yang-Mills field. A month ago, I wasn't sure about this, but now, I can use clear mathematical formulas to explain my theory. "
The moment he heard this, Sheng Xianfu's heart trembled.
"You … did it?!"
If he remembered correctly, Lu Zhou only solved the Yang-Mills existence and mass gap a month ago.
Lu Zhou thought for a bit and said, "Sort of."
Even though the theoretical physics community hadn't recognized his research on the Yang-Mills existence and mass gap, nor had they expressed any opinions on his "electrostrong interaction theory", this didn't affect him much.
Not to mention that the system had already recognized his proof and gave him an S rating. Lu Zhou was quite confident in his mathematical abilities.
However, although the words "sort of" were said casually, in Sheng Xianfu's ears, it was like thunder in spring.
Suppressing the shock in his heart, he gulped and continued, "But even so … How do you plan on applying this theory to our research?"
Sometimes, applying theoretical results to practical problems was even more difficult than creating the theory itself. Especially in the field of theoretical physics, the impact of applied technology was often calculated in units of hundreds of years. Even if Lu Zhou successfully unified the strong interaction and electromagnetic interaction, Sheng Xianfu wasn't optimistic that Lu Zhou could immediately apply this theory to solve the miniaturization of controllable fusion.
"This is why I came here to find you." His right index finger gently tapped on the stack of documents on the table. "I need your help to verify some of the conjectures that seem to be idealistic at the moment."
Sheng Xianfu reached out and flipped through the stack of documents. He briefly looked at the contents of the document and had a slightly emotional expression on his face.
"This is —"
Lu Zhou nodded and spoke in a serious tone.
"Yes, this is the" sonoluminescence "you're researching."
As the dean of the Institute for Advanced Study, Lu Zhou obviously knew about Sheng Xianfu's recent research.
This included the information he got from Professor Chen Weizhong at the Institute of Acoustics, as well as the models he designed and then abandoned … Lu Zhou had always known about these things.
The physics community did not have a clear conclusion on the principle of sonoluminescence. There were several manifold theories such as "air implosion" and "chemical bond breaking" … Among these many theories, the most fascinating was probably the "fusion reaction".
Lu Zhou looked at Sheng Xianfu in disbelief and paused for a moment before he continued.
"I know you've failed many times, and you've even decided to give up … But what I want to say is that your research isn't useless. It's just that you haven't found a suitable method."
Sheng Xianfu shook his head bitterly.
"I've tried everything I can. What else can I try?"
Lu Zhou looked at the stack of documents in his hand.
"Isn't the answer to this question in your hands?"
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