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Lu Zhou didn't expect it, only one day passed.

The following evening, he received an e-mail from Mr. Francis.

[... The PDF file of the meeting minutes is in the attachment of this email, although I don't think you can use it anymore? Good luck, friends from across the Pacific. 】

Lu Zhou :? ? ?

Why isn't it needed?

Has the Mathematics Yearbook been published?

Lu Zhou quickly landed on the official website of the Mathematics Yearbook, but no new publication was found.

If you think about it, the publication cycle of the annual mathematics book is "Bimonthly", also known as a bimonthly magazine, which is published every two months.

According to the date of the last publication, his paper will not be officially released until the end of this month at the earliest. Why not use it? He is still waiting to use the minutes of this meeting to blast the brains.

Just when Lu Zhou was aggressive, a phone call came over.

As soon as I saw the screen, it was Professor Tang who called it. Lu Zhou pressed the connect button and just put the phone in his ear. Before he could ask what was the matter, he said the opposite.

"What happened to your boy again?"

Lu Zhou was embarrassed and coughed after being asked so suddenly: "Do you even know that?"

Originally, he didn't want to make this matter big, so he didn't tell the people at school at all, but it turned out that Professor Tang had already known it.

"What you said, I'm not blind? Really when I don't go online?" Professor Tang cursed with a smile.

Ok?

Listening to the tone of Don, doesn't seem to be very anxious?

When Lu Zhou wondered when he woke up, what happened, Professor Tang continued to speak.

"To be honest, this incident is really getting a bit big now. The old man's mouth is not so strict. After returning, I will take your affairs to brag about everything, and what else is the result. The 17-year Cole Award is certain Can't run, and guess what? "

After waiting for Lu Zhou to speak, Professor Tang grinned and continued.

"Somehow it came to the ears of a few old guys in the propaganda department. The Cole Award, that's a great event! Now Renren Daily has even finished writing the press release, just wait. Your paper appeared at the end of the month. As a result, this face hurts enough. "

Of course the pain is not Lu Zhou, but the editorial department of Renren Daily.

A variety show on a local TV station copied this thing for fun.

If it doesn't matter, it will be reported at that time, whose name is the prover of the twin prime conjecture? If something goes wrong, it's responsible!

It is estimated that not only the face of the editorial department of Renren Daily is ugly, but the old guys in the propaganda department are afraid that their faces are not very good-looking. It is conceivable that the most ugly face is Mr. Wang Dao of Yanda.

In any case, some people are going to be unlucky.

Having said that, Professor Tang couldn't help but utter a sentence: "Tell me the first time in the future, or tell Dean Qin, don't always think about solving it yourself, can the school leave you alone? If it wasn't for you Brother Luo told me this, I really don't know when I will know! "

Lu Zhou froze: "Brother Luo?"

Professor Tang: "Brother Luo heard about this, and said nothing. I went to the Federal Mathematical Society and asked for the minutes of the meeting. Then I contacted several domestic media with evidence to expose the incident. I sent an email here. Let's see how others do things? Wait a while and you call him, thank him for yourself. "

Lu Zhou said immediately: "Sure, I'll make a call later!"

He finally understood why Mr. Francis returned to his e-mail and said that he might not need the minutes of the meeting. Someone had already sent the minutes to China for himself.

That being said, I really have to thank Brother Xia Luo well.

Next time I visit Princeton, I have to ask him for a drink.

Hanging up the phone, Lu Zhou opened the mobile phone, glanced at Wu Yan's brain threatening to flesh himself under the scarf. The fans suddenly laughed.

Shi Shang, who was sitting under the guitar, was frightened by Lu Zhou's sudden laughter.

"Elbow, are you pinching again?"

"It's nothing," Lu Zhou shook his head, and said quietly, "It's good to have culture, so I don't need to do it myself."

Liu Rui, who was rewriting the question, looked up and asked, "What the hell? You solved that."

Lu Zhou put the mobile phone aside and recharged it, and replied casually: "Be it."

...

TV station, conference room.

Wu Ping's expression was a little awkward.

No, to be precise, the heads of the project team in front of the conference table don't have good looks on their faces.

To be honest, things have progressed to this point, which has exceeded their expectations. I thought it was a perfect marketing, but now it seems that the situation is not good.

Wu Ping, in particular, felt like a dog beeping at this moment.

When they used the video for reference, although they couldn't understand what the people on the stage were doing, they just downloaded the paper from the academic conference and read it.

Although I couldn't understand the text, I could understand the abstract of the thesis. The conference was clearly a study of the distribution law of Mason prime numbers. They asked an expert in this field.

So when Wu Yan's agent found her with a proof of the twin prime conjecture, she pointed to that thing and said it was the latest research result of Wu Yan. She searched the twin prime conjecture on the Internet and found that there was no news saying This conjecture was proved, and I didn't take it seriously.

The effect of the show is now there, but the martial arts seems to be lost.

Sitting at the conference table, Yang Yan, Wu Yan's agent, coughed slightly, and said a little awkwardly.

"... Is it too trivial? It's just a program effect, and it's not a real submission. Can't we talk about academic fraud?"

Zhang Dao said, "Why didn't you make it clear that the process was copied?"

Yang Feng tried to appease: "Guide Zhang, we are now on a boat, not when we are arguing. I asked Wu Yan, and he admitted that he was indeed inspired by the certification process exhibited at that academic conference, but many of them He made changes to the details, and at that time we can say that two people solved the world ’s problems individually ... "

"Now that's all useless." The assistant standing next to Zhang Dao interrupted Yang Feng's words and looked at Zhang Dao. "The key now is how do we solve this problem. My suggestion is to start the PR process immediately. , First reduce the topical heat on the neckband, and then ... or just find a mathematical journal or something, give me some money, and let them publish the proof of that conjecture first? "

Zhang Dao groaned for a while and nodded.

"That makes sense."

It's a shame to just give up a role that was hard to hold up. Anyway, the other party's paper has not been published anyway, even if there is a video on the Internet, what can a video show? The bit rate is so low, and it also has reflections, so I can't see anything written on the whiteboard.

Not to mention that you have already published it and you can't copy it, let alone you haven't published yet?

Really gave you money to smash it!

At that moment, the door of the conference room was suddenly opened, and a man in a suit entered the conference room expressionlessly.

Zhang Yuanjie raised his eyebrows. After seeing the person, he said, "Which department are you from? There is a meeting here. May I allow you to come in?"

The man ignored Mr. Zhang and left a document on the table.

"The notice above, from today, your show will be suspended for rectification."

The air in the conference room was frozen for a moment.

There was no sound, as if a needle fell on the ground and could be heard clearly.

His eyes widened in disbelief, Zhang Yuanjie's breathing became more and more rapid, and he suddenly stood up suddenly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ What happened? Why was it suddenly closed? This makes no sense ... I, I'll talk to the director in person! "

It will be the finals soon, and even the rehearsal is over. If it suddenly stops at this time, it will undoubtedly have a bad impact on the entire show.

Zhang Yuanjie's face was so pale that he couldn't accept this fact anyway.

The man just glanced at Zhang Yuanjie lightly.

"Don't look for it. It's useless to find anyone. This rectified document is not from your TV station, but from above."

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