Needless to say, Wang Zhengfei was a smart businessman.
Even though he thought about bargaining with Lu Zhou, when he was about to speak, he noticed something unusual from Lu Zhou's facial expression.
This unusual information seemed to indicate that Lu Zhou didn't want to cooperate with them anymore. Instead, he was considering cooperating with other Chinese semiconductor companies.
For example, Unisplendour, which was comparable in size to HiSilicon.
Almost at that moment, Wang Zhengfei made a decision.
If Star Sky Technology cooperated with Unisplendour or other semiconductor companies, then the key to the new era of carbon-based semiconductors would slip away from their hands and into the hands of their competitors.
If Huawei didn't want to miss out on the carbon-based chip era, they would have to pay a higher price to purchase these chips from semiconductor companies. By that time, even if HiSilicon was still under their control, it wouldn't matter.
HiSilicon was Huawei's foundation, but if it couldn't keep up with the times, no matter how important it was, it would eventually be overshadowed by the times.
On the surface, it looked like they were compromising, but in fact, this was a form of retreat.
Huawei had paid a price, but the return on this price was to make HiSilicon stronger and make Huawei's products more competitive in the international market …
This was far more reliable than guarding a so-called foundation that could be surpassed or even eliminated at any time when the new era arrived …
Thinking of this, Wang Zhengfei, who was originally a little depressed, suddenly felt a lot better.
He didn't make this decision because he wanted to suck up to Academician Lu.
He made a win-win decision after weighing the pros and cons!
…
After Molina left Jinling, she didn't immediately go back to Princeton. Instead, she went back to her hometown, France, and began her seven-day vacation.
Everyone needed to rest, to relax the tightened clockwork in their brains and temporarily forget about their worries.
Molina was no exception.
Although for her, her hobbies and her career overlapped, this great career did not always bring her joy.
Especially when she was facing the pressure of competition from other scholars …
This trip to China was mentally and physically exhausting for her.
The successive blows to her "career" almost made her start to doubt her life.
If it weren't for the portrait of Professor Abel hanging in her grandfather's house, she would have given up on the idea of becoming a mathematician.
The old man in a nightgown knocked on the door and pushed open the wooden door to Molina's room. The old man looked at his granddaughter, who was sitting at the desk in a daze.
"Are you still thinking about that problem?"
"No, that's after I go back to Princeton." Molina shook her head and said, "I don't want to think about any mathematics problems for the next seven days."
Old man: "Your father is teaching at École Normale Supérieure in Paris. You guys haven't seen each other in a long time. Why not come back to Princeton?"
Molina replied without hesitation, "Princeton's environment is more suitable for me. There are many excellent scholars there. Even a cup of afternoon tea can spark a lot of ideas."
The old man: to say to to to to to, "École Supérieure has to say.
Molina said, "But I don't like Paris. Paris is full of garbage."
Not to mention, she didn't really want to see her father.
It wasn't because of a father-daughter conflict, it was just because they didn't have a lot of feelings for each other. Her father was probably the same type of person as her. He was the kind of person who dedicated his life to the great cause of mathematics. Not just his life, but also his feelings.
She lived in the countryside of Paris when she was very young. She grew up in her grandfather's ancestral home until she received a full-time boarding school offer and went to Princeton to complete her university studies.
It could be said that this was the only thing she had left in this place.
The old man looked at the stubborn expression on his granddaughter's face and opened his mouth. In the end, he only sighed.
"Okay then … My granddaughter, no matter what, I want you to be happy. Actually, mathematics isn't everything to you. "
"Maybe." Molina looked at the portrait of Abel on the wall and said, "But in my opinion, it's everything to me. At least he accompanied me through my childhood. I want to do something … like complete your unfulfilled obligations. "
A trace of pain flashed in the old man's eyes.
He walked to the sofa and sat down. He sighed softly and spoke in a persuasive tone.
"Some things require talent, especially in the field of art … Even painters who are from the same school see the world differently, and the world under their paintbrushes is even more different. In my understanding, mathematics is like an art. My dear granddaughter, do you understand what I mean? "
"I don't understand." Molina shook her head and looked up at the portrait on the wall. There was a trace of confusion in her eyes as she said, "I don't understand, since I'm a descendant of Abel, why can't I even share a little bit of his wisdom?"
The old man looked at Molina, who was struggling in this vortex. He looked a little hesitant.
"Molina, there is one thing … I've been a little hesitant to tell you."
"What is it?"
The old man opened his mouth and his cloudy pupils appeared. He finally shook his head and didn't say anything.
"Forget it, I won't say it."
Molina: "…"
…
The seven days of vacation quickly passed by.
Molina felt like she had completely recovered from the shock. She embarked on her way back to Princeton. When she got off the plane at the New York airport, she took a taxi to Princeton. She opened her phone and logged onto arXiv.
There were a bunch of preprints of numerical proofs of epsilon. It seemed like someone had already pushed epsilon to less than one in ten thousand.
Using seven days to shrink from one in sixty million to one in ten thousand was already a considerable improvement.
The critical line was approaching the finish line step by step. Because of the emergence of the hyperelliptic curve analysis method, this century-old research method was catching up to the critical line research method.
Thinking about this, Molina couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency.
Even though she didn't want to admit that Lu Zhou only used a month to surpass her years of research, she had to admit that his "hyperelliptic curve analysis method" was excellent enough to affect the entire analytic number theory community …
Even though the Riemann's conjecture was a different research method, it was still better to study his thesis …
Molina convinced herself that she just wanted to understand how far her opponent had progressed. Even though his research results were excellent, she didn't plan on giving up on the critical line proof.
Yeah, I'll just study it …
After returning to Princeton, Molina left her luggage in her dorm. She didn't even rest for a second. She got up and went to the library not far from her dorm building. She found the activity room that she and Vera applied for from the school.
However, just as she pushed the door open and walked into the activity room, she was stunned the moment she saw Vera.
"What's wrong?"
Her fair face was now filled with an unnatural paleness, and her light golden hair seemed to be covered with a layer of dust, losing much of its luster. Compared to when she left Princeton, she was like a withering daffodil. She was so haggard that it made people feel sorry for her.
Vera noticed Molina and squeezed a weak smile on her face.
"I'm fine, I just have a cold."
Even though it was a comforting tone, it didn't make Lu Zhou feel at ease.
Without saying anything, Molina grabbed Vera's shoulders and leaned her forehead against Vera's.
She felt the warmth on her forehead, and her heart trembled. She immediately stood up.
"I'll take you to the hospital."
"No, it's okay, I've already seen it." With a sickly blush on her cheeks, Vera avoided Molina's serious gaze and said, "The doctor gave me some medicine … I'll get better soon."
Molina looked at her suspiciously and let go of her hand on Vera's shoulder.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
As she spoke, Vera felt a little itchy in her throat, so she took a tissue from the table and covered her mouth to cough a few times.
However, Molina suddenly caught a glimpse of a red stain on the piece of paper she threw into the trash can.
Is she really okay?
The worry in Molina's heart became stronger and stronger.
Not only from the standpoint of collaborators, but they had also been very good friends since last year.
It seemed like Vera didn't want Molina to worry too much, so she squeezed out a comforting smile on her face.
"Let's put my business aside and talk about what you've seen in Jinling."
Molina opened her mouth and went silent for a while. In the end, under the gentle gaze, she gave up and sighed.
"Which part do you want to start with?"
There was a flash of shyness on the girl's face.
"Of course … the part about him."
"It's been so many years since he left Princeton, is he doing well?"
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