I have to say that Wang Zhengfei is a pretty shrewd businessman.

Although he didn't think about bargaining with Lu Zhou, just as he was about to speak, he keenly captured some unusual information from Lu Zhou's expression changes.

And this unusual information seems to indicate that Lu Zhou no longer wants to cooperate with them, but is ready to consider cooperating with other domestic semiconductor companies.

For example, Unigroup Group, which is not inferior to HiSilicon in terms of size.

Almost at that moment, Wang Zhengfei made a decision.

If Star Technology cooperates with Unigroup or other companies in the semiconductor industry, then the key to a new era of carbon-based semiconductors will slip from their hands to competitors.

At that time, if Huawei does not want to miss the era of carbon-based chips, it can only buy these chips from semiconductor companies that have mastered this technology at a higher price. And at that point, even if HiSilicon is still under their absolute control, it won't make much sense.

It is true that HiSilicon is the basic plate of Warwick, but if it cannot conform to the trend of the times, no matter how important it is, it will eventually be hollowed out by the times.

On the surface, they have made a compromise, but in reality it is not a kind of retreat.

There have been some costs, but the rewards in exchange for these costs can make HiSilicon more powerful and make Huawei products more competitive in the international market......

This is far more reliable than guarding a so-called basic plate that may be surpassed or even eliminated at any time when the new era comes......

Thinking of this, Wang Zhengfei, who was still a little heavy, suddenly felt a lot more comfortable in his heart.

I made such a decision by myself, definitely not because of licking that Academician Lu.

It's a win-win choice made after weighing the pros and cons!

……

After leaving Jinling by plane, Molina did not immediately return to Princeton, but returned to her native France for her seven-day vacation.

Everyone needs to rest, relax the winds in the brain, and forget about their troubles for a while.

Molina is no exception.

Although for her, her hobbies and her career overlapped, this great career did not always bring her pleasure.

Especially in the face of competitive pressure from other scholars......

This trip to China can be said to have exhausted her.

The successive blows on her "career" almost made her doubt her life.

If it weren't for the encouragement from the portrait of Professor Abel hanging in her grandfather's house, she would have been on the verge of giving up the idea of a family of mathematicians.

The old man in his dressing gown knocked on the door, pushed open the wooden door of Molina's room, and looked at his granddaughter sitting at the desk in a daze, a trace of distress appeared in the old man's eyes.

"Still thinking about that?"

"No, that's when I get back to Princeton," Molina shook her head, "at least for seven days, I don't want to think about any math issues." ”

Old man: "Your father taught at the Ecole Supérieure de Paris, and you haven't seen each other for a long time, so why don't you consider coming back here?" ”

Molina replied without hesitation: "The environment in Princeton is more suitable for me, there are very, very many excellent scholars there, and even a cup of afternoon tea can create many sparks of thought. ”

The old man persuaded: "But there are many excellent scholars like the masters of Paris. ”

Molina said expressionlessly: "But I don't like Paris, which is full of garbage now. ”

What's more, she didn't really want to see her father either.

It's not because of any father-daughter conflict, it's just because there is not much affection. Her father and she were probably the same kind of people who had dedicated all of themselves to the great cause of mathematics, not just life, but all feelings.

From a very young age, she lived in the countryside of Paris, growing up in her grandfather's ancestral home, until she received an offer from a full-time boarding school to complete her college studies at Princeton.

It can be said that this is the only thing she has left for this place.

Looking at the stubborn expression on his granddaughter's face, the old man opened his mouth, and finally a thousand words only turned into a light sigh.

"Okay...... My granddaughter, no matter what, I hope you are happy. Math isn't all you're about. ”

"Perhaps," Molina said, glancing at the portrait of Abel on the wall, "but it seems to me that it is all I have." At least he accompanied me through my childhood, and I wanted to do something...... Such as fulfilling your unfulfilled obligations. ”

Hearing this, a trace of pain flashed in the old man's eyes.

Leaning against the wall, he walked to the sofa and sat down, he sighed softly and spoke in a persuasive tone.

"There are some things that require talent, especially in the field of art...... Even if you are a painter from the same school, the world you see in your eyes is different, and the world under the brush is even more different. In my understanding, mathematics is like an art, my dear granddaughter, can you understand what I mean? ”

"I don't understand," Molina shook her head, looking up at the portrait on the wall, a hint of confusion in her eyes, "I don't understand why I can't share even a little bit of his wisdom since I'm a descendant of Abel." ”

Looking at Molina, who was struggling in this whirlpool, the old man's expression was a little hesitant.

"Molina, there's one thing...... I've been a little hesitant to tell you. ”

"What's the matter?"

When he opened his mouth, the cloudy pupils appeared, and the old man finally shook his head and said nothing.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it."

Molina: "......"

……

The seven-day holiday passed quickly.

Feeling fully recovered from the blow, Molina set out on her way back to Princeton. When she got off the plane at the New York airport and got into a taxi to Princeton, she turned on her phone and logged in to Arxiv to take a look.

A whole bunch of preprints of ε numerical proofs hang on it, and it seems that someone has pushed the ε below 1 in 10,000, regardless of whether these unreviewed papers are not.

Shrinking 1 in 60 million to 1 in 10,000 in seven days is already quite a step forward.

The critical zone is approaching the finish line step by step, because of the emergence of the super-elliptic curve analysis method, this research idea that has been deposited for a century and is not favored by anyone, and even has a faint tendency to catch up with the research idea of the critical line.

Thinking of this, Molina couldn't help but feel a little urgent in her heart.

Although I don't want to admit that it only took Lu Zhou a month to leave behind the results she had made in several years of research, I have to admit that the "super-elliptic curve analysis method" he released was indeed excellent enough to affect the entire analytic number theory community......

Although the research ideas for exploring the Riemann hypothesis are different, it is better to study his thesis......

Molina convinced herself that she was just trying to see how far her opponent had come, and even though his research was indeed excellent, she didn't intend to give up on the proof of the critical line direction.

Well, just researching it......

After returning to Princeton, leaving her luggage in the dormitory without even a second of rest, Molina got up and went to the library, not far from the dormitory, to find the activity room that she and Vera had requested from the school.

However, just when she pushed the door and walked into the activity room, the moment she saw Vera, she was stunned.

“…… What happened to you? ”

I saw that the fair face was full of unnatural pale at the moment, and the long pale blonde hair seemed to be covered with a layer of gray, and there was a lot less luster. Compared to the moment she left Princeton, she is like a withering narcissus at this moment, haggard and distressing.

Noticing Molina, Vera squeezed a slightly weak smile out of her face.

"It's okay, I'm just a little cold."

Although it was a reassuring tone, the voice was completely unreassuring.

Without saying a word, Molina grabbed the delicate shoulders with both hands, and bent down to rest her forehead on hers.

Feeling the heat coming from her forehead, her heart trembled slightly, and she immediately straightened up.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

"No, I've already seen it," Vera dodged Molina's serious gaze as Vera avoided Molina's serious gaze, "The doctor prescribed me some medicine...... It'll get better soon. ”

Giving her a suspicious look, Molina let go of the hand that was resting on Vera's shoulder.

"Really?"

"Hmm."

As she spoke, Vera felt a little itchy in her throat, so she pulled out a tissue from the table, covered her mouth and coughed a few times.

However, at this moment, I don't know if it was an illusion, Mo Lina suddenly caught a glimpse of the piece of paper she threw into the paper basket, with a touch of reddish traces.

Is she really okay?

The worry in Molina's heart grew stronger.

Not only from the standpoint of collaborators, but they have been very good friends since last year.

As if unwilling to worry too much about Molina, Vera squeezed a reassuring smile out of her face.

"I'll put my affairs aside for now, and tell me what you saw and heard in Jinling."

Molina opened her mouth and was silent for a while, but finally gave in under the gaze of that gentle gaze, sighed in aion, and spoke.

“…… Which part do you want to start listening to? ”

A hint of shyness flashed on the little girl's face.

"Of course...... It's about his part. ”

"After all these years away from Princeton, how is he doing?"