Sweden is a small country located in northwestern Europe.

The time difference with Huaguo is about 6 hours.

At this time, it was in the editorial office of Acta Mathematica Sinica, which was part of the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences.

"Hey, Mitave, look, someone has claimed to have solved the hail conjecture. A young editor, who is slightly thinner and has a noticeable tendency to lose his hair, said to his colleague Mitave with a smile.

Every year, we receive some submissions of these conjectures, and although the dream is beautiful, it is a pity that they should recognize the reality first. Mitaff replied with a smile.

"Yes, dreams are never the same as delusions. "The young editor's name is Hafeld, and although he has only been transferred to the editorial office of Acta Mathematica Sinica for less than half a year, he has received a lot of submissions for mathematical conjectures such as the hail conjecture.

But these articles, basically, as they just said, are purely delusional.

Even he, a technical editor, can't get by here, let alone trouble industry bigwigs for peer review.

So, looking at the paper submitted in front of him titled "Research on the Computational Characteristics of the Hail Conjecture and Proof of the Hail Conjecture", Haffield's first reaction was that he didn't even want to read it.

But in the spirit of being responsible for the editorial work, he accepted the paper anyway.

"Number pyramids and number theoretic lemmas? Hey, Mitave, that's another delusional person. Hafid opened the paper, read the abstract at the beginning, and couldn't help but scoff.

Mitaff smiled and glanced at Hafid and quipped, "I thought you would reject it outright." ”

"It's a good resonant to look at the clumsy strokes of these delusional people in between reviews," Hafeld said. ”

After saying that, the two laughed.

But as Hafid continued to look at it, his smile faded away, replaced by a serious one.

Looking further down, Hafid's expression was not only serious, but his brow gradually furrowed.

This paper doesn't seem to be the same as anyone else's, huh?

Such a voice rang in Hafid's heart.

As he saw more and more of the content of the paper, his face was already covered with a look of surprise.

Not to mention the theoretical part of the thesis.

The calculations in the paper alone were a rare rigor he had ever seen.

Moreover, he couldn't find the slightest fault.

If you add that perfect discourse, he just wants to say that this paper is perfect!

After a long time, when the editorial department was about to leave work, he finally read the paper.

Beside him, his colleague Mitave had already packed up and turned off his computer.

Mitaff looked at Hafid and asked with a smile, "Hafid, go to the bar together at night?"

Didn't get a response.

Mitaff was a little surprised, and then said, "Hafid, what's wrong with you?

With that, he got up and walked behind Hafeld, and when he saw that Hafeld's computer was still the paper that they ridiculed, he patted Hafid on the shoulder: "Hey, boy, you have been reading this delusional thesis for so long?"

Hafid didn't come to his senses until he was slapped by Mitave.

He slowly turned his head to look at Mitaf, and said with a solemn expression: "I'm afraid, this is not a delusional person. ”

Hearing this, Mitave's expression was stunned, and he restrained his joking expression: "You mean, this paper?"

Hafid nodded solemnly: "Yes." I'm afraid I won't be able to go drinking with you at night. I've got to go to the editor-in-chief right now!"

With that, Hafid stood up eagerly and walked towards the editor-in-chief's office.

Looking at Hafid's back, Mitave pondered for a moment, sat down in Hafid's place, turned the paper on the computer back to the first page, and looked at it carefully.

Office of the Editor-in-Chief.

Hafid didn't bother to knock on the door, and walked in in a hurry.

Looking at the young man's recklessness, Levler, as the editor-in-chief, was slightly angry, so that his tone of voice was a little unpolite: "Hafid, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation for your impoliteness." ”

"I'm sorry editor-in-chief, but I'm in a hurry. Here's a submitted paper that I'm afraid you need to take a look at. Hafid said eagerly.

Levler glanced at Hafeld, but said, "I don't think you can accept this reason." Every day there are papers that I need to review, but they are not as rude as you. At least, they know how to knock on the door first. And, it's already off-duty time, don't you know?"

Hafeld knew that the editor-in-chief was very unhappy now, but he could only bite the bullet and say: "No, editor-in-chief, this paper is different, it is about the hail conjecture, and the hail conjecture has been proven!"

Hearing this, Levler was stunned for a moment, and then laughed softly: "Every day, people claim to prove the hail conjecture, but obviously, these people don't. Well, I'll excuse you for being reckless. Send me the paper, I'll read it tomorrow when I get to work. ”

The implication was clear, but Hafid didn't leave.

At this moment, he took on the responsibility of editing.

"Editor-in-chief, please take a look at this paper now. It's not the kind of delusional person's assertions, its calculations are incomparably rigorous, its logic is incomparably rigorous, and I don't see the slightest mistake!"

Levler, who had been even more displeased that Hafeld was still in place, realized the seriousness of the problem when he heard this.

Although Hafeld has only been transferred to Acta Mathematica Sinica for half a year, he can become the technical editor of Acta Mathematica Sinica, and his own level is there.

Can make him show such a gaffe expression, maybe this paper is really interesting?

Levler thought for a moment and said, "I hope you didn't delay my time." ”

As he spoke, Levler's hand landed on the mouse on the desktop and found the paper through the internal review system of Acta Mathematica Sinica.

Seeing this, Hafeld finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, Levler's words made him nervous again.

"Regarding the study of the arithmetic properties of the hail conjecture and the proof of the hail conjecture, the author is a person, Zhou Chen, a mathematician of Chinese descent or a mathematician of Chinese descent?"

"I think you're messing around, Hafid! Have you ever heard the name of this contributor? Won't you check before you show me if this is another prank by the so-called math enthusiasts in China?"

Hafid really didn't notice this detail, and when he was reviewing the manuscript, he was completely attracted by the content of the paper.

So much so that after reading the paper, I hurriedly ran here.

"Uh......" Hafid hesitated slightly, but he had come to this point, and he could only say, "Editor-in-chief, please read the paper!"

This is probably the toughest thing he has ever said in his career.

Levler frowned slightly, a little helpless, but since the papers have been opened, let's just take a look at them first.

A minute passed.

Ten minutes passed.

Half an hour......

An hour......

As time passed, Hafid's heart slowly fell back.

He could see the solemn expression on Levler's face.

Finally, after reading the paper, Levler slowly raised his head and said, "Hafid, it seems that we have to find a suitable reviewer for this paper." ”