In one office, Charles Nolan is working on a difficult problem on his desk.

As a world-renowned digital artist, Nolan will naturally continue to study in his favorite field.

However, when he continued to study the problem today, he encountered an upset thing.

He was approached by an academic editor of a journal at New York University's Institute of Mathematics, and it was said that a Chinese had proved Zhou's conjecture.

He scoffed at this, especially knowing that it was being done by a man named Ha

jia

G's Chinese proved it.

He scratched his head and thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't remember that there was a person named Ha in Huaguo

jia

G's mathematician.

Since I can't think of it, it only proves that this is likely to be a nameless person who uses the title to fight for attention.

This made him a little angry, and now the academic editors of this mathematical institute are really getting worse and worse.

Don't you even have the basic ability to distinguish between the truth and the falsity of a paper now?

What kind of essay can such an unknown person write?

Proof of Zhou's conjecture?

It's ridiculous.

He and his teacher were avid researchers of the Zhou-style conjecture.

They spent nearly a decade studying this conjecture and came up with hundreds of ways to prove it, but to no avail.

Now he suddenly told him that someone had proved this conjecture.

Is it possible?

Some.

But it will definitely not be an unknown person without a little research results.

Fame is important in any circle.

Without fame, of course it will be doubted by anyone.

Charles tapped on his desk.

Letting such a paper keep it on his desk all the time, he felt an inexplicable irritability.

So he took the paper with him.

In order to take care of Peter, he decides that if he finds the slightest mistake, he will throw it in the trash can next to him.

"I hope God can give you more time......"

Charles began to look at the paper, and suddenly he frowned.

"This paper ......"

He picked up a pen and hurriedly wrote down mathematical formulas in the workbook under his hand.

Charles paused for a moment, then bit the tip of his pen before continuing to calculate something......

"This step turned out to be the right one......"

"The idea ......"

"And there is such a solution?"

After a long time, Charles finally put down the pen in his hand.

"Phew, this person, it's really solved. ”

He stared at the paper in front of him, and looked for the question several times, but he couldn't find any of them.

Charles couldn't help but get excited.

"If my teacher were still alive, he would be happy to see this paper, and I think he would have drunk three bottles of beer in a row!"

For him, this paper not only represents the resolution of the problems that have plagued him for many years, but also represents that he and his mentor are not wrong in the direction they have adhered to.

Charles hurriedly picked up the phone and dialed a number.

The phone was hung up as soon as it was dialed.

Not long after, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and a man quickly opened the office door.

"How's it going?" Peter's breath was a little short.

Charles was a little surprised to see Peter: "You haven't left yet?"

Peter went on to ask, "Is there anything wrong with this paper?"

Charles shook his head and said solemnly: "This is definitely a paper that can cause a sensation among mathematicians, and I can guarantee that there is no problem with this paper." ”

Peter exclaimed, "Really?"

Charles said with some displeasure: "Are you doubting my judgment?"

"No, no. Peter laughed happily, for it would be the most brilliant stroke in the history of his career to receive such a paper!

......

......

Qingda Library.

Jiang Han, who was lecturing Lin Youwei, suddenly received a call from Professor Wu.

"Jiang Han, come to my office. ”

Jiang Han was a little puzzled, so after a brief explanation to Lin Youwei, he left.

Professor Wu's office.

Jiang Han pushed open the door and said, "Professor Wu, are you looking for me?"

"You are Jiang Han?"

It wasn't Professor Wu who answered him, but a younger male professor near the door of his office.

"I am. ”

"Sure enough, it's a talent!" said a female professor next to him with a smile.

"Thank you. ”

Jiang Han smiled politely, then glanced at the office and found that there were many people standing in the huge office. Among them were Dean Huang, who I had seen before, and even some people who were holding cameras and patting at themselves.

He vaguely guessed something.

He just received an email from SCI the other day saying that his thesis had been approved.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that Professor Wu and the others got the news so quickly.

"Jiang Han, hurry up!" Professor Wu shook the paper in his hand, and then asked, "Is this paper really written by you?"

Jiang Han said: "Yes!"

Professor Wu was ecstatic: "Is it really you?"

Click!

The shutter clicked frantically.

Without waiting for Jiang Han to answer, the group of reporters with cameras next to Professor Wu surrounded him like crazy.

"Jiang Han, is this paper really written by you?"

"Jiang Han, as far as we know, you are only a freshman this year......

"We'd love to know how you feel after proving Zhou's conjecture. ”

"When did you start researching this aspect of the Zhou conjecture? We want to know what your original purpose was in researching the Zhou conjecture?"

"I want to know ......"

"Jiang Han's ......"

......

"Wait a minute!"

Jiang Han stretched out his hands and pushed the group of reporters who were frantically squeezing on him a certain distance.

But this group of reporters ignored him at all, "Classmate Jiang Han, we still want to know about the proof of Zhou's conjecture, is it really done by you alone?"

Jiang Han was a little annoyed by these reporters.

Ask questions, ask questions, why crowd people?

Dean Huang saw Jiang Han's embarrassment, "Regarding Jiang Han's questions, we will hold a special press conference, if you want to know the details, you can come and participate at that time." Jiang Han is a little unwell today, so I won't entertain you today. ”

He hurriedly stepped forward to rescue Jiang Han from the crowd, and then stopped the reporters who kept asking questions.

Naturally, the reporters would not leave, and Dean Huang had no choice but to call the security guards to drive the reporters out.

After the reporter left.

Professor Wu pulled Jiang Han to sit on the sofa next to him and talked with the professors.

"Jiang Han, why didn't I know that you wrote a paper on this?"

Jiang Han said: "Didn't I tell you before, I've been studying Mersenne primes." ”

Prof. Wu: "......"

Dean Huang hurriedly said: "Young and promising, I knew that Jiang Han was not simple when I first saw him, but I didn't expect him to bring me such a big surprise!"

Jiang Han scratched his head, "It's not so exaggerated, is it?"

Dean Huang's eyes widened: "Do you know what the proof of Zhou's conjecture represents in the mathematical community?"