What Lu Zhou didn't expect was that the morning after he handed the letter to Wang Peng, he received a reply from Chang 'an Avenue.
In the reply, in addition to highly commending him and the Jinling Institute for Advanced Study, it also asked for Lu Zhou's opinion on the carbon-based chip industrialization.
Actually, Lu Zhou didn't have any opinions. The only thing that surprised him was that he didn't expect Beijing to be so efficient. After the expert discussion meeting last night, the reply was sent to him the next morning.
Lu Zhou flipped through the envelope and couldn't help but ask.
"That fast?"
Wang Peng stood next to Lu Zhou and explained.
"This kind of confidential letter is usually sent by air. It can reach Jinling in an hour and a half. When I received the call, it was four o 'clock in the morning. This confidential letter was already at the State Security Bureau in Jinling. "
"That's not what I meant … Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore." Lu Zhou put away the letter and looked at Wang Peng. He said, "Drive me to Jin Ling University."
Wang Peng nodded and opened the car door for Lu Zhou.
"Okay, get in the car."
…
Putting the carbon-based chip matter aside for now.
After arriving at Jin Ling University, Lu Zhou went to his office and sat down at his desk.
Yesterday, because he suddenly received a system mission reward, Lu Zhou left early and went to the Jinling Institute for Advanced Study. Later on, because of the carbon-based chip matter, his half-completed research was delayed.
Lu Zhou took out yesterday's unfinished draft paper from his drawer and spent around five minutes reviewing the previous part. He then took out a ballpoint pen and began to quietly calculate the unfinished equation.
Time ticked by. The hour hand of the clock on the wall gradually moved from eight o 'clock to nine o' clock.
Suddenly, the office door was pushed open. Luo Wenxuan walked in with a stack of A4 papers in his hand. He spoke excitedly before he even walked in front of Lu Zhou.
"… I read Dyson's paper some time ago. Guess what I found?"
Lu Zhou was used to this guy never knocking on the door, so he raised his head and casually joked.
"Dyson? The physicist who changed his career to writing science fiction? "
"Correction, he's not a science fiction writer, he's one of my idols!" Luo Wenxuan waved the stack of A4 papers in his hand and said with excitement, "I found something interesting in his thesis. I'm sure you'll be interested!"
The so-called science fiction writer was just a joke. Lu Zhou knew that Dyson's contributions were far more than just a few "science fiction" books. His "spin wave" theory was probably one of the most outstanding physics achievements in the 1950s.
However, just like Hawking, because he was too famous in the field of science fiction, most people selectively ignored his own academic level. After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, scholars at the top of the chain of contempt were either high and mighty popes or hermits who never bothered to explain anything to ordinary people …
Lu Zhou looked at the excited Luo Wenxuan and said, "I'm only interested in the Riemann zeta function. If it's about quantum chromodynamics … I suggest you talk to other physics professors."
"Not quantum chromodynamics, I'm talking about the Riemann zeta function!"
"Oh yeah?" Lu Zhou finally put down the pen in his hand and looked at Luo Wenxuan. "Then tell me, what did you find in his thesis?"
Lu Zhou didn't believe that Dyson had researched the Riemann conjecture.
Even though mathematics and physics were inseparable, there was a huge gap between analytic number theory and theoretical physics.
Luo Wenxuan placed the stack of A4 papers on the table and excitedly spoke to Lu Zhou.
"To be precise, it's a diary written by Dyson himself. My friend in Princeton went to the Firestone Library and got it from that old man … You should know who the old man I'm talking about is."
"The old man who always wears a nightgown and dresses up like a wizard?"
"That's right, it's him … Of course, that's not the point, the point is that we found this." Luo Wenxuan picked up his phone and showed Lu Zhou the photo. He said, "In Dyson's diary, we found the conversation between him and Montgomery in the tea room."
Lu Zhou raised his eyebrows.
"So what does this mean?"
Luo Wenxuan said excitedly, "They were talking about the Riemann conjecture. Even though it sounded like they were talking about the same thing, the result was surprising! Can you believe it? The density function of the non-trivial zero distribution of the Riemann function is highly consistent with the correlation function of the eigenvalues of the random Hermitian matrix. "
When Lu Zhou heard about the random Hermitian matrix, he finally had a look of interest on his face.
Luo Wenxuan noticed the change in Lu Zhou's expression and smirked. He then slapped the stack of A4 papers on the table with his right hand.
"Then, I found his thesis published in Physical Reviews the following year … Tell me, are you still not interested?"
"Let me take a look."
Lu Zhou sat up from his office chair and picked up the stack of A4 papers. He began to carefully read it line by line.
When he reached the second page, the expression on his face gradually changed.
"… How come I've never heard of this thesis when I was researching the Riemann conjecture?"
Luo Wenxuan sat on the corner of his desk and said, "Actually, this isn't difficult to understand. Before you published your thesis, have you ever heard of anyone discussing the proof of the critical zone on Mathoverflow? There hasn't been any new research on this idea for nearly half a century. "
"You're right …" Lu Zhou looked at Luo Wenxuan and said, "Can you find a chair to sit on?"
"Oh, sorry." Luo Wenxuan rubbed his nose and slid down from the corner of the table. He then said, "I'm used to sitting in my office."
Lu Zhou placed his attention back on the thesis. The more he read, the more shocked he was.
It wasn't because of Professor Dyson's own research results, but because of a magical phenomenon he discovered in the thesis.
Which was, the distribution density of the eigenvalues of an N-order random Hermitian matrix was P (λ1, …, λN) = Cexp [-ΣIΛI2] πj > k (λj- λk) 2. The distribution density was processed, and the eigenvalues were scaled using Wigner's semicircle law. The average distance of the eigenvalues was normalized to Δμ ~ 1. The correlation function P2 (μ1, μ2) = 1- [sin (π | μ2-μ1 |)/π | μ2-μ1 |] 2.
What did this mean?
It was none other than the non-trivial zero-point correlation function of the Riemann zeta function!
It wasn't just similar, it was the exact same!
"Very … interesting."
Lu Zhou rubbed his chin and became more and more interested.
Accurately speaking, it wasn't just interesting, it was incredible!
The most pure mathematical property like the non-trivial zero-point distribution of the Riemann zeta function was related to the most realistic physical phenomena such as quantum systems, disordered media, and neural networks.
What did this miraculous connection itself signify?
Lu Zhou's eyebrows furrowed.
A vague premonition was telling him that he seemed to be approaching something that was quite close to the essence.
But what exactly is this essence?
Suddenly, a new email window popped up on the lower right corner of his computer. This attracted Lu Zhou's attention.
Luo Wenxuan noticed that Lu Zhou was looking at the computer, so he asked curiously.
"What?"
"New email … I think it's from the editorial department of Annual Mathematics." Lu Zhou opened his email and saw the unread email in his inbox. He clicked it and replied casually.
Luo Wenxuan paused for a second when he heard that it was from Annual Mathematics. He then asked excitedly.
"Is it out of print?"
Everyone in the office quieted down and pricked up their ears to listen attentively.
Especially He Changwen, who was sitting nearby. He almost threw his ear at Lu Zhou.
Lu Zhou stared at the email and went silent for a while.
After a while, he spoke in an uncertain tone.
"… It's not out of print?"
The office went silent for a few seconds.
After a long while, everyone had a dumbfounded expression on their faces.
Luo Wenxuan: "…?"
He Changwen: "…???"
Assistants and students: "…???"
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