Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Klinsia hotel lobby.

Passed the passport to the front desk staff who checked in, took a look at Professor Fefferman in the direction of the doorway, and suddenly there was a chatty question.

"The level of security here seems a little unusual ... What other activities are there than the International Congress of Mathematicians?"

"No, sir," after completing the registration of the check-in information and returning the passport to Professor Fefferman, the front desk staff patiently explained, "The highest-level meeting within thirty days will be The International Congress of Mathematicians will be held two days later. During the duration of the conference, Klinsia Hotel will provide the highest standard of service for the conference. I wish you a happy mood in the next week. "

"... So, thank you."

Folding his passport, Professor Fefferman nodded to the front desk with a smile, and then walked towards Professor Deligne, who was standing and looking at his watch.

"He did come! I have said that he would not miss such an interesting meeting!"

Saying with excitement, Professor Fefferman's face was filled with excitement that did not match his age, as if watching a ball game that didn't score the first goal until the last ten minutes, and mourned him cheerfully. I have said countless times along the way, "I don't know what step his research has taken, it's really exciting!"

Looking blankly at his old friend, Professor Deligne, who was still preparing to vomit, sighed and changed his words.

"You haven't read the paper he posted on the official website?"

Fefferman: "Look, what's wrong?"

Deligne: "Why do you ask such a question? If he has made any new achievements, you must see it in that paper. If not, then no, I don't know if you are Expect something. "

Fefferman: "Because my gut tells me that the results of his research this year are definitely more than just that."

Professor Deligne raised his eyebrows.

"So you know him well?"

There was a hint of faint taunt in that tone, just like most Princeton professors, more or less Princeton-like arrogance.

But I don't know if I didn't hear it, or because I'm used to the character of this old friend, so I didn't take it at all. Professor Fefferman just nodded and said with a confident smile.

"Of course. After all, we have worked together before, and I still have this confidence."

Upon hearing his old friend's confident speech, Deligne smiled slightly and said disapprovingly.

"Then you probably have to be disappointed because of your overconfidence. I have noticed all the papers he has published this year. The quasi-Riemann conjecture and the hyperelliptic curve method are his only research results on the Riemann zeta function. And then he even turned to study the economics with the old man of Krugman. It seems to be called the LZ model ... Anyway, it's something similar. "

Generally speaking, the direction a scholar is studying can be traced from his recently published papers.

From the end of last year, or the beginning of this year, from the Sullivan conjecture discussing manifold classification in that differential topology, to the LZ model in economics, no matter what the research results are, it has nothing to do with the Riemann zeta function. .

No matter how optimistic, Professor Deligne can't imagine that in the past half a year, there is still a little bit of possibility. He is still studying propositions related to Riemann's conjecture, instead of choosing to give up ...

To be honest, Deligne was actually a little disappointed with such a result.

His disappointment does not stem from the results that Lu Zhou has achieved. After all, as far as the results that Lu Zhou has achieved so far, it is already quite proud, and it is impossible to fault it.

However, this is only for ordinary people.

For scholars like him, only by truly taking off this crown standing on Everest, and only by truly solving the propositions that have troubled most scholars in the entire world, can his academic achievements be further advanced.

Therefore, the research conjectured in it has achieved such rich results, but chose to give up in the end. This is where Professor Deligne really regrets.

If even he can't solve this problem, maybe this conjecture really can only be solved until the end of the century, waiting for a scholar who is more talented and has a keen mathematical intuition than him ...

Some of his concerns were felt from Professor Deligne's expression, but Professor Fefferman only smiled lightly and said easily.

"I think you worry too much."

His eyebrows were raised, Professor Deligne said, apparently in disbelief.

"Oh? You know what I'm worried about?"

Fefferman: "Of course I know, after all, we have cooperated more than once, you are always so confident in your analysis, but you have to admit that sometimes when people care too much about one thing, his vision is often narrow minded."

"Do you mean I'm narrow?"

"Yes, especially the way you look at the problem, haven't you considered this possibility, maybe because he found the correlations we haven't found in these questions? This is not uncommon. "

After reaching the words of Professor Fefferman, Professor Deligne said sharply, "But this possibility is very small. I have carefully studied several of his papers. It is not easy to speak outside of mathematics, but as far as mathematics is concerned, , The mathematical methods used in it are not of great significance for the study of the Riemann zeta function, and even several papers have no linear or progressive correlation in the mathematical sense with each other. "

Professor Fefferman: "Maybe it's just that we can't see ... it's useless to say too much. Do you want to make a bet?"

Professor Deligne frowned. "What bet?"

Professor Fefferman smiled confidently and said, "I bet his research results are definitely not only those at the beginning of the year, and he has never given up on the research on Riemann's conjecture."

"if not……"

"He will not schedule his sixty-minute report session before the closing ceremony."

...

The two old men just in front of the elevator are still arguing whether Lu Zhou is still studying Riemann's conjecture, and Lu Zhou and Schultz sitting on a taxi to the suburb of St. Petersburg, the topic is also around Riemann Guess the body.

"... have you made no progress in the past six months?"

"Maybe it's not just half a year, it's probably half a year," Lu Zhou's face made a helpless expression, leaned on the back seat of the taxi, and shook his head. Improved and tried to find the answer from the group construction theory, but it still does not help. I often even have some thoughts that I feel terrible. Maybe Riemann's conjecture is correct, but it is Unprovable. "

"It's not just you who think so, but I think you can be a little more optimistic," Schultz continued, patting the shoulders of the boat, "at least, it can create such excellent mathematics as the super elliptic curve analysis method. Tools, even the para-Riemannian conjecture that has proved to be ineffective for a century, you are better than most people. "

"But it doesn't make sense to me," Lu Zhou sighed, "I believe you should be able to understand this feeling."

Schultz: "No, I can't, thank you."

Lu Zhou: "...?"

After nearly 40 minutes of driving, the taxi finally arrived on the outskirts of St. Petersburg, and the nearby buildings gradually returned to the simplicity from the bustling and prosperous.

According to the taxi driver, this area is a famous mecca for mathematics. The Slovak Mathematics Institute is located on this ancient stone road, and a mathematician who has rejected the Fields Prize also lives here. nearby.

At the same time, the Fontanka Canal flowing through the center of St. Petersburg, as well as the stone brick road, street lamps and benches by the river, are also the men and women in Dostoevsky's novel White Night. Where the heroes meet.

After getting off the car, Schultz took the landing boat to the neighbourhood.

Most of the nearby houses are similar to domestic single apartment units, which are suitable for young people, but how many young people will live in such remote suburbs with ease and comfort, it is hard to say.

After walking behind Lu Zhou and Schultz, Wang Peng said suddenly.

"... You've already made a round here."

Hearing this sentence, Schultz's face showed a helpless smile, and he paused to scratch the long hair scattered in his head.

"In fact, it's been a long time since I came here last time. This kind of apartment building with dense windows is very tricky. If you don't come often, you can't remember where to live ..." Seeing Lu Zhou's face His expression faded into silence, before Schultz stopped his voice and coughed awkwardly, "I'll ask someone to ask."

Schultz's phone happened to have a picture of Perelman, but in fact it doesn't matter, it can be easily found by Google.

I have to say that the handsome man is still a bit superior. Whether it is men, women, young or old, in front of the sunny smile, the vast majority of people will be very helpful after hearing his request.

As for shabby ...

The benefits are certainly there.

At least when you live in seclusion, don't worry too much about being disturbed.

"Do you know this person?"

Staring at the photo in Schultz's cell phone, the Russian girl who was still smiling brightly suddenly frowned a little bit subconsciously.

"Who is this? Terrorist? Or is it a performance artist?"

Not to blame her for showing a disgusting expression, after all, the image of the man in the photo is really not dare to compliment.

The unshaven beard is covered with chin, and the thin curly hair is pulled back like a dogtail grass. Although the shape and Schultz hair are somewhat similar, they show two completely different styles.

It's like a plaid shirt. Some people can wear idols, but some people are like program apes.

With a sigh, Schultz said with some nerves: "Sorry, I'll ask next."

The Russian girl smiled and said, "Good luck, but I think it's better for you to give up. I haven't seen this person for two years."

Asked around, none of the people who knew the photo.

Occasionally, although a few people recognized him, he seemed to be a well-known mathematician, and he had been in the news, but when he heard that he lived nearby, only a few people who recognized him shook his head.

Not to deny the possibility of him living here.

It's pure, and I haven't seen any of it.

Just when Lu Zhou couldn't help wondering whether this lonely hermit had moved, at last an old man not only recognized the photo in Schultz's hands, but was also very familiar with his appearance, touching his chin and saying .

"I know him. He used to work at the Slovak Mathematical Institute. He is a famous mathematician ..."

Lu Zhou immediately said, "How long ago?"

There was a dry laugh in the old man's mouth, as if recalling something, saying, "About ten years ago, when I was a gatekeeper at the Slovak Mathematical Institute, I often watched him wearing a worn out Go to work in jeans and shirts. In addition to his identity as a mathematician, this guy is also one of the weirdoes in the institute. "

Lu Zhou: "..."

a decade ago……

He was still in high school at the time.

Is it already such a distant thing?

Following Lu Zhou's question, Schultz continued to ask, "Do you know where he lives?"

"If he hasn't moved or died, he probably lives there," he pointed, pointing at an apartment building next to him, and the old man continued. "I only know where he lives, but where is it? You still have a little trouble, it's better to ask from his neighbors. "

Seeing the old man pointing in the direction, Schultz and Lu Zhou were relieved, with a grateful expression on their faces.

"Thank you! It was a great help."

After all, Schultz took the landing boat and Wang Peng and walked in the direction the old man pointed.

I quickly reached the apartment downstairs. After discussing with Lu Zhou and Schultz, when I started to inquire on several floors, I saw two people with foreign faces standing beside the entrance of the apartment building.

Coincidentally, one of Lu Zhou also knew.

It was Professor Paul Krugman who he had met in Shanghai some time ago ...

The two apparently didn't notice him, standing in front of the entrance of the apartment building, whispering and communicating.

"I wonder if we went wrong," Albert muttered, looking at the apartment building in front of him. "Does this look like a retreat?"

"Nothing wrong, this is the address given by the Secretary-General of the IMU." I glanced again at the small note in my hand, confirming that the address is here, Krugman said with affirmative tone, "No matter how I am, Recognize the wrong way. "

Albert continued to ask, "But what if he doesn't want to open the door for us? If he doesn't open the door, we can't even determine whether he is inside or not."

Krugman: "You don't know him. Although he looks like an inaccessible guy, as long as he asks him some math questions, he will answer you very patiently and his attitude is surprisingly good."

Albert raised an eyebrow and said, "Have you ever contacted him?"

"No, but I know a beautiful lady who once worked at the Slovak Mathematical Institute. She told me so," paused, Krugman continued, "listen, my friend We can't be discouraged. If there are any good people who can help us, other than the arrogant Princeton, it's only here. "

Albert sighed and murmured and continued: "Actually, I cooperate with Professor Lu who tends to find him. His Lu-Bewley model and LZ model are a godsend, especially the research ideas of analyzing macroeconomics through calculation. , Coincides with my research! "

"Don't think about it. I want to invite Faltins if I can, but is that possible? I only saw that guy early in the year. He was obviously a young man, and that guy was sometimes more stubborn than the old men in Princeton. , Let alone our plan-"

As Krugman chattered and landed on the boat with his companions, a familiar voice suddenly came from the side.

"I really want to hear my name, and it still seems to be talking about me badly."

The two were talking, startled by the sudden sound.

Krugman, in particular, really jumped aside like a ghost and looked at Lu Zhou and said.

"Hell, where did you come from?"

"I came to St. Petersburg to attend the IMU conference," answered the question truthfully, and Lu Zhou glanced next to Schultz. "It happened that this gentleman invited me to visit his old friend, so I came over. "

Staring at Schultz for a while and not recognizing the young man, Professor Krugman frowned.

"you are……"

"Schultz," he offered to extend his right hand and shook the two old men separately. Schultz continued with a smile and nodded, "I'm glad to meet the two."

"... Krugman, a professor of economics at Princeton University, and this one next to me is Albert Laszlo Barabbas, a physicist whose fiction is more famous than scholarship."

"Hey, wait, what makes fiction more famous than scholarship? You old thing, you sure your eyes aren't blind--"

Ignoring Albert, who was protesting next to him, looking at Professor Krugman of Schultz, his gaze continued, "You know Perelman very well?"

Hearing this question, Schultz's expression became a bit subtle and shrugged.

"I think he and I should be familiar, but ... I don't know what he thinks about our friendship--"

"What are you doing here? Are you partying?"

A sudden sound from the side interrupted Schultz's half-talk.

It is exactly the same as what happened to Krugman and Albert. I saw a tall and burly man wearing worn jeans and shirt with two plastic bags stuffed with cheap ingredients in his hands. I do n’t know when to start Has walked beside a group of people.

I have to say that his undressed dress is really low enough, and he has come to such a close place, no one realized his existence.

But when he was found, Professor Krugman immediately gave a bright smile on his face and extended his right hand to him.

"Hello, Dear Professor Perelman ... I'm Krugman, and I made an appointment with you in the mail."

"I'm no longer a professor," muttered in Russian, Perelman glanced over several people, and suddenly stopped on Lu Zhou's face.

After a while ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ he said abruptly.

"Are you a boat?"

"It's a mean person," Lu Zhou nodded, and said friendlyly, "I'm glad to meet you."

"Me too," though he wanted to raise his arms and Lu Zhou to shake a hand, but he was carrying something on both hands, and Perelman shrugged and had to give up.

"... Say something into the room, you will block the aisle."

Before Schultz and Lu Zhou had time to speak, Professor Krugman's face showed a bright smile and agreed quickly.

"Thank you for your invitation. I also feel better talking in the room."

He didn't care about Professor Krugman, Perelman's eyes swept through the faces of several people in turn, and finally stared at Wang Peng for a while.

"You don't look like a scholar, nor do you come with a question."

The tone of the words didn't look like welcome at all.

Wang Peng nodded, preparing to explain the nature of his work, but was interrupted by Lu Zhou's light cough.

"You'll be here for a while, I will come down soon."

The expression on his face was a little hesitant, but after glancing at the look on Perelman's face, Wang Peng finally nodded.

"Ok."

"Call me if you have something."

Of course, this so-called call is not the kind of dialing a number, but an alarm device triggered by keywords on Lu Zhou's own mobile phone.

Seeing the worried expression on his face, Lu Zhou smiled and patted his arm.

"Care is right, but don't be too nervous."

"Wait here, I will come down in a while."

Having said that, the party left Wang Peng in place and walked upstairs.

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(There is something in reality. I did n’t get too busy. Today, there is no chapter. Although there is only one chapter, it is actually the same as the two chapters.)