Any new car entering and exiting a top-notch wealthy district like this needed to be registered.
Ever since Lu Zhou moved in, the security level of the entire community had increased by more than one level. Even the security of the nearby scenic spots had improved a lot.
Even if it was Lu Zhou's car, there was no exception.
Wang Peng turned the key and opened the car door. He got out of the car and spoke emotionally.
"This car is stable."
Because of his work, he had driven a lot of cars. Whether it was a high-end imported car or a customized domestic car, he felt like this car was at least in the top three.
Considering that this was a pure electric vehicle that had only been developed for a few years, it was even rarer to be able to do this.
Lu Zhou stretched his shoulders and smiled as he said, "Of course."
Wang Peng: "It's not cheap, right?"
Lu Zhou: "I don't know if it's cheap, but there's probably only one in the world …"
Wang Peng went silent for a while. He then spoke emotionally.
"Poverty limits my imagination."
When Lu Zhou heard this, he smiled and said, "Keep pretending, you've even driven a tank worth tens of millions of dollars, a sports car is nothing."
Wang Peng rubbed his nose and coughed.
"I've never driven a tank, I've only hitchhiked …"
Lu Zhou: "…"
Sure.
He was just joking, he didn't expect this guy to actually ride a tank before.
Speaking of which, Lu Zhou was suddenly a little curious. What kind of life did this guy lead before he became his bodyguard?
Wang Peng looked at Lu Zhou and said, "I'm going to register the car, it might take five or six minutes. Do you want to wait for me here, or do you want to walk back?"
When they were near the community, the security was no longer a problem.
The entire community was probably the safest place in Jinling. Forget about intelligence agents from other countries, even a fly couldn't get in.
"I can go back by myself. Remember to pick me up tomorrow. I don't have any other plans tonight, so I don't need a car."
Wang Peng nodded and said, "Alright, I'll head back in a bit."
"No problem … Remember, don't modify my car too much. It's good enough." Halfway through his sentence, Lu Zhou was still a little worried, so he reminded him again.
Looking at Lu Zhou's nervous expression, Wang Peng laughed heartily and said, "Don't worry, I promise I'll drive it back the same way it was when I left."
"I will remember these words!"
Lu Zhou reluctantly looked at the cool sports car he just got before he turned around and walked in the direction of his mansion.
When he got home, he threw his trench coat on the sofa and looked at Xiao Ai. He rubbed its monitor and told it to make him a cup of coffee. After that, Lu Zhou walked to his study room on the second floor.
It had been a while since his thesis was uploaded. In the mathematics world, there was a lack of gossip. By now, the entire world had probably heard about it.
However, what he cared about was not what other people said, but what he cared about was the opinion of Annual Mathematics.
Even though the review process wasn't this fast, his thesis was directly sent to the editorial department's email. It wasn't a normal review process, so he could see the results soon.
He logged on to his computer and checked his email. There was an unread email in there.
Unsurprisingly, the email was from the editorial department of Annual Mathematics.
[Dear Professor Lu, hello. We have received your thesis. Thank you for choosing our journal to publish this amazing research. The thesis has entered the peer review stage, but as you know, there aren't many scholars in this field with authoritative academic results. We are currently contacting a suitable reviewer for you. If everything goes well, we will notify you as soon as possible that the thesis will enter the next stage of review.]
There hadn't been any progress on the critical zone for nearly a century. Even though there were still a few people researching the Riemann's conjecture, very few people chose this direction as an entry point.
Unfortunately, this thing was quite important in the field of analytic number theory. Otherwise, it wouldn't be called the quasi Riemann's conjecture.
It might be hard to understand, but if a scholar could solve this problem, they would undoubtedly receive one of the ten "equivalent" Fields Awards for Riemann's conjecture.
Not to mention, it might be the biggest one.
For a century, no one had been able to move the right boundary of the critical zone even a little bit to the left, so many people were desperate to think that this proof would not work. But now, someone suddenly translated Re (s) = 1 to the left as Re (s) = 1-ε (ε → 0), proving that the boundary of the critical zone could be moved inward!
What did this mean?
For ordinary people, this might just be a piece of news that they didn't understand.
But for the mathematics community, it was tantamount to discovering a new continent!
Because of this, it was not easy to find a reviewer.
Considering Lu Zhou's own academic status and connections in the academic community, they couldn't find a scholar that was too inferior to him. They also had to avoid Princeton University, where Lu Zhou used to work, and those scholars that were close to him …
Therefore, it seemed like the eccentric Professor Faltings was the most suitable reviewer. And it just so happened that Professor Faltings's research field covered algebraic geometry and analytic number theory …
However, even though he was the most suitable reviewer, it still depended on whether or not he had the time.
After all, finding a problem with such a big proposition was quite a troublesome thing …
"I hope Mr. Faltings can find the time."
At this moment, the door of the study room opened gently, and a quad-rotor drone with a steaming cup of coffee steadily floated in with its mechanical claw at the bottom.
"Master, here's your coffee."
"Put it on the table for me."
"Yes, Master." [(• ∀ • • ́)]
The drone landed steadily on the corner of the desk. After putting down the coffee cup, it slowly floated out of the study room.
Lu Zhou looked at the string of bubbles with the words [Please enjoy your coffee (*/ω\ *)] floating from the lower right corner of the computer. He couldn't help but smile. He reached out, picked up the coffee cup, and took a sip.
"Thank you, it's delicious."
Lu Zhou placed the coffee on the table and put the email into the recycle bin.
He was about to close the email page and continue his unfinished research. He wanted to get closer to the ultimate goal of 1/2 when an unread email suddenly flew into his inbox.
Lu Zhou paused for a second and opened the email.
When he saw the familiar address, he subconsciously held his breath for half a second.
[Professor, are you researching the Riemann conjecture?]
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