Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

On the first Wednesday of February, a bright silver flight landed at Paris International Airport.

On the plane, a kind-faced old man and a handsome young man humbled each other.

"Academician Lu please."

"How can this be, or you please first."

Under normal circumstances, Lu Zhou would not quit, but thought of the level and occasion of the outside pick-up person, he subconsciously counseled.

No, it cannot be called counselling.

It's just not very good at this kind of thing.

Seeing the restrained look of the landing boat, the old man laughed and joked.

"Let's be more polite like this. I'm afraid people outside will start to worry."

Seeing that the old man had no intention of giving in, Lu Zhou had no choice but to give up modestly, and proceeded forward arbitrarily.

To be honest, Lu Zhou never imagined that he had just asked Director Li to help arrange a scheduled flight, to see if he could get off the special plane of the diplomatic staff.

However, he never thought that Director Li actually arranged himself on this flight.

The old man who used to be modest to him was not someone else, but the one who often "lettered correspondence" with him.

The visit is said to be for the completion of the nuclear fusion plant in Kadarashher and cooperation on the Silk Road.

Because just in early February, I learned that Lu Zhou was planning to go to France, so the elder took him along.

Along the way, the two talked from mathematics to physics, and from physics to chips, nuclear engineering, and aerospace.

Lu Zhou had planned to sleep with his eyes closed all the way, but he couldn't hold the old man and he kept pulling him to ask this and asking. Out of politeness, he didn't answer well. As a result, he couldn't keep the box in the end.

Fortunately, he took a nap for four hours before getting off the plane, otherwise he would probably be unable to open his eyes at this moment.

As he was about to descend the ramp, someone stopped him suddenly.

"Sir, please wait."

Walking to the side of Lu Zhou, the special flight attendant sister stretched out her hand and helped him arrange the collar that had been folded when he went to sleep, and then a smile on his face appeared.

"It's so handsome."

"……Thank you."

I don't know if it's his illusion. I always think that the flight attendant's look is not so natural.

It's as if some kind of carnivorous animal saw a big piece of fat.

Although somewhat embarrassed, Lu Zhou couldn't help but feel a little smug in his heart for a few seconds.

Hey, maybe this is the trouble of being too handsome.

As expected, the lineup outside pick-up was exceptionally grand. The red carpet was spread under the gangway, and on both sides stood concierges in suits and leather shoes.

In addition to the ambassador and the French Foreign Minister, even the President is here.

"Welcome to France, distinguished academician Lu Zhou." A man in a suit and physique looked tall and greeted him with his right hand enthusiastically. "I'm glad to meet you."

Holding Mr. President's hand, Lu Zhou replied politely.

"Thank you, I'm glad to meet you too."

There was a sunny smile on his face, the man continued.

"I always hear people talk about your deeds. Originally in my impression, the scholars who could make such achievements were mostly gray-bearded old men. I never thought you were younger than I thought."

Lu Zhou smiled humblely and said.

"You flatter me."

After all, it was a diplomatic occasion. After a friendly conversation with Lu Zhou, the President did not continue to stay with him, and soon focused on the old man who was walking down the ramp.

The lethal Lu Zhou was finally relieved, and felt a lot less pressure on his shoulders.

Not that he was stage frightened.

He has been able to publish reports at international forums and summits. He has seen a lot of big scenes. Even if the number of people here doubles, he will not feel much.

However, the problem is that standing in this place, he not only represents himself, but also represents the collective of scientific researchers in China and even the image of the country.

Carrying such a heavy pressure on his shoulder, even if he wants to perform more relaxed, it is difficult to really relax ...

...

In addition to the grand pick-up ceremony, a state-level banquet awaits them in the evening.

The state banquet was held in the presidential palace and was hosted by the mysterious French presidential kitchen.

Before attending the banquet, Lu Zhou was actually looking forward to it. However, when the dishes really came up, he felt as if he was no different from the French restaurant he had eaten before.

At least in his opinion, the biggest difference is probably that each dish is made more delicate, a little less.

The only thing that impressed him was a grilled French snail.

As for the reason for the deep impression, it is not because it is so delicious, but I did not expect to see it here ...

Of course, objective evaluation, the taste is quite good.

After all, if it is not delicious, people will certainly not serve it.

In short, the entire banquet was held in a relaxed atmosphere.

It seems that Lu Zhou did not particularly like to discuss political views with others. France also arranged for him to communicate with him, a member of the Mathematics Department of the French Academy of Sciences.

The banquet came to an end, and before returning to his hotel, a French Foreign Ministry official found him and spoke to him politely.

"I heard that Academician Lu intends to visit the former residence of Mr. Grothendieck?"

Lu Zhou nodded and said with a smile.

"I do have this intention. Although I regret that I haven't seen the elderly, he is strictly my grandfather."

"Professor Grothendieck is indeed a respectable scholar, and his respect for war and his pursuit of truth are respected by countless French people," the Frenchman smiled, and continued in a friendly tone. Said, "If you need it, we will arrange a special car for you, as well as special security personnel. As long as you are in France, you can go wherever you want."

Lu Zhou nodded and said cheerfully.

"Thank you so much."

at night.

Running all day, I finally arrived at my hotel.

Upon returning to the room, Lu Zhou simply took a shower, and then couldn't wait to lie on the bed, completely unwilling to move.

While not asleep, he picked up his phone and swiped the news for a while.

Not surprisingly, he saw a picture of himself shaking hands with the French president in the news.

Seeing this, Lu Zhou couldn't help laughing and shook his head.

The big news during this time seemed to be contracted by him.

The heat of the Z particle has not faded, and the people who eat it are still wondering if he can win this year's Nobel Prize in Physics. It is only a few days before he brushed his face on the diplomatic visit to France .

Just as Lu Zhou was about to throw his phone on a bedside table and turn over to sleep, a message popped up above the screen.

[Are you in Paris? 】

Seeing this news, Lu Zhou took a moment to stagger, and reached out to open his Facebook, which he would not normally use. The people he added were mostly friends whom he knew while studying and working in Princeton, but even if they added, they rarely talked and usually communicated by email when things happened.

What made him even more surprised was that the news came from Molina.

The last message was "Happy New Year" sent last year.

This year's even missed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ hesitated for a moment, Lu Zhou edited a message and wrote back.

[Hey, what's wrong? 】

Molina: [Come out and drink with me. 】

Lu Zhou: "..."

What's wrong with this?

But then again she was actually in France.

When did Princeton's vacation get so long?

Without speaking, Lu Zhou silently lifted his phone and took a picture out of the window and sent it.

After a while, a message came over.

Molina: [... what do you mean. 】

Lu Zhou: [... Do you think I live in such a place, and it is appropriate to slip out in front of the reporter's eyelids? 】

The reporter in the hotel couldn't get in.

But it's different outside the hotel.

I slipped out of the hotel where the ambassador stayed in the middle of the night and went in and out of the bar with a beautiful lady.

Although he and Molina were just ordinary friends, they talked mostly about academic issues, but even if he explained it, no one would believe it.

Molina: "..."

Seeing that no news had been sent for a long time, Lu Zhou sighed, and it did not hurt his friend's heart, so he edited a message and posted it, slightly politely.

[Will you come over. 】

Molina: [Positioned. 】

Without much thought, Lu Zhoushun sent the positioning.

Paris is so big, and the traffic is not so good. She wouldn't be interested in seeing this distance.

Drinking this thing, drinking itself is an interest, sitting in a car for more than two kilometers to drink two drinks, it is personally not interested.

However, after the positioning was passed, no news was returned for a long time.

Seeing this, Lu Zhou froze immediately.

Lying down?

Isn't this guy coming?

Morningstar LL says

Diarrhea ... a little late today, sorry