Sure enough, Faltins added: "Your previous paper on the extension of the Kramel conjecture and the deconstruction of distribution was also a manuscript that I reviewed with Deligne and Langlands. ”

"They showed the same interest in your later paper, as I did. ”

As he spoke, Faltins took out another can of beer from the pocket of his coat and handed it to Chen Zhou: "Do you need beer?"

"Uh, okay......" Chen Zhou hesitated slightly, took the beer, pulled off the tab, and drank with Faltins.

"Professor Faltins, when I go back and prepare, I'll submit it to the Annals of Mathematics. ”

Hearing Chen Zhou's words, the little German old man's face finally showed a rare smile.

"Don't be in a hurry, just have some beer. ”

Catalyzed by beer, Chen Zhou and Faltings chatted while drinking, and the topic gradually increased.

After taking the last sip, Chen Zhou shook the beer can and chuckled softly: "Professor Faltins, wait for me, I'll go get two more cans." ”

Before Chen Zhou's words fell, Faltins took out two more cans of beer from the pocket of his coat.

Chen Zhou, who watched this operation, couldn't help but admire.

Is the coat used to hold beer?

No wonder I look at Zhang Shouwu, Deligne, and Langlands, they all like to wear a coat.

"Don't bother, I'll have it. Faltins threw a can to Chen Zhou and opened a can himself.

"Speaking of which, do you think MIT is missing something?" Faltins, who took a sip of beer, brought the conversation back again.

Chen Zhou didn't understand what Faltings meant for a while, and asked suspiciously, "What's missing?"

"They don't have an Annals of Mathematics," Faltings said. ”

The corners of Chen Zhou's mouth twitched unconsciously, and he subconsciously looked at the room, but fortunately, the people at MIT didn't notice it.

Chen Zhou roughly understood what Faltings meant, and he wanted to say that MIT does not have a journal like the "Annals of Mathematics" that is the four kings of mathematics.

If you go a little deeper, it's to say that MIT math doesn't work......

But even Professor Faltins, in other people's territory, openly provoked, and it is not good to spread it, right?

"Professor Faltins, you're drunk......" Chen Zhou was about to divert the topic.

After all, I just got an honorary certificate and a bonus at an academic conference sponsored by others.

No matter how you drop, you have to help a little, right?

Faltins turned his head to look at him and asked, "Don't you want to go somewhere better?

"You're wasting your time at MIT, but at Princeton, you're going to be able to fully exploit your math potential!"

"This ......" Chen Zhou couldn't laugh or cry, and sighed that his feeling was too accurate.

This is really here to dig people again......

And this person is still Zhang Shouwu's teacher who was politely rejected by himself......

Seeing that Chen Zhou was still hesitating, the little German old man, who was already unsmiling, suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at Chen Zhou with his eyes: "Do you think what I said is wrong? Or do you not cherish your mathematical talent at all?"

Just when Chen Zhou didn't know how to respond, he could refuse Faltins's kindness.

A voice came: "Faltins, you can't say that. As far as I know, Chen didn't just come to MIT to study mathematics, but also physics, which interests him. ”

Chen Zhou looked at this foreign old man who was a little strange, but took the initiative to relieve himself, and his face showed a grateful look.

Otherwise, he really wouldn't have been able to refuse Faltins' invitation again and again.

Or rather, an invitation from Princeton.

Anyway, with these professors in Princeton, Chen Zhou still hopes to have a good relationship.

It also leaves the possibility for future academic exchanges.

Instead, it may be because of one's own rejection, which leads to the stiffness of the relationship.

Faltins glanced at the old man who was speaking, and suddenly said, "George Smoot, you shouldn't be talking to your alma mater like this. And don't you see that Chen's talent for mathematics has been revealed, but not yet in your physics!"

"But that doesn't mean he won't leave a mark in the future?" George Smoot shrugged with a smile.

Hearing Faltins' words, and then looking at the old man in front of him who was called George Smoot, Chen Zhou was very surprised.

He didn't expect to meet this astrophysics boss here.

In 2006, George Smoot was awarded the Nobel Prize in Physics that year for his "discovery of the blackbody form and anisotropy of cosmic microwave background radiation."

This discovery is considered strong evidence that the universe was born in the Big Bang.

Moreover, George Smoot and Chen Zhou have one thing in common.

That is, he also started with mathematics and physics.

He received a double bachelor's degree in mathematics and physics from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in 1966.

However, later he gave up mathematics and threw himself into the arms of physics.

Eventually, he received his Ph.D. in physics from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.

Therefore, when he saw Chen Zhou, a person who was extremely similar to himself, George Smoot instantly had a good impression.

At the same time, George Smoot felt that if a person like Chen Zhou, who was extremely talented in mathematics, turned to study physics, it would definitely be twice the result with half the effort!

Perhaps, like himself, he will win a Nobel Prize in the near future?

Faltins said: "But I dare to pack the ticket, the next Fields Medal must have his name!

"Your Fields Medal is every four years, and it's not too early for the next one, but the Nobel Prize is every year, so I can't pack a ticket. George Smoot paused, looked at Chen Zhou and said, "However, I think he will definitely win the Nobel Prize in Physics before me." Oh, it's the age at which I won the Nobel Prize. ”

“......”

Chen Zhou looked at the two bigwigs, because he began to needle against Mai Mang, he couldn't help but cry and laugh.

George Smoot had already crossed Chen Zhou and was face to face with Faltins.

After glancing at the two bigwigs again, Chen Zhou quietly withdrew from the balcony.

Walking into the banquet hall, I scanned left and right to find my goal.

Chen Zhou walked over quickly, took a look, thought about it, and pulled his trouser pocket, which was a little small.

Then there is no way.

Chen Zhou picked up a pile of beer, turned around, and walked towards Chaoyangtai again.

"Professor Faltins, give!"

"Professor Smoot, give!"

The two bigwigs raised their hands to catch the beer can, slightly stunned.

Chen Zhou pulled open the ring and raised the beer to the two: "Let's toast to a better future!"

Faltins and Smoot looked at each other, and they laughed in unison, but also raised their beers: "The future must be beautiful!"