Three years to solve the Riemann conjecture......

This sentence is so familiar.

Faltins could recall at least ten names of people who had boasted of similar Haikou.

Even, it reminded him of an old man who had been dead for some time.

The old man's name was Wayy, the man who came up with the famous Wayy conjecture.

It is said that when he was young, he popularized the "zero-point distribution problem of ζ functions of algebraic curves on finite fields", and proposed the Wey conjecture from there, and was optimistic that this might provide sufficient ideas for the real Riemann conjecture.

He had even planned to deliberately postpone the publication of his paper until 1959 if he proved Riemann's conjecture...... That is, the 100th anniversary of the Riemann hypothesis.

However, this optimistic attitude of his life no longer existed in his later years.

It was not until the seventies that the Wey conjecture was proved by Professor Deligne, and the verification of the Riemann conjecture was still far away.

Faltins remembered vividly that the old man had been muttering until his death that he hoped to see a solution to the Riemann conjecture in his lifetime, though it was unlikely......

Three days passed quickly.

This academic conference can be regarded as coming to an end, and scholars from all over the world have begun to embark on their return journey one after another.

In the following time, Professor Faltings did not bother Lu Zhou to take him around the top of the mountain, and he was haunted by the campus of Jinling University for the past two days.

Judging from the posts on the school forum, the old professor seems to have gone to the library, to the Drum Tower, and seems to have gone to the new campus to audit a math class...... Although he probably couldn't understand Chinese, he could only judge what the lecturer was talking about by the content of the book on the blackboard.

Finally, on the day of departure, Lu Zhou asked Wang Peng to get a bigger car and send Professor Faltings and several old friends in mathematics to the airport.

Originally, there should have been his mentor Deligne among these people, but unfortunately Professor Deligne had already set out on his return journey after the lecture. When Lu Zhou called him, he was already preparing for classes in his office at Princeton University......

With a few people to complete the check-in, Lu Zhou can be regarded as fulfilling the friendship of the landlord.

Before boarding, Faltins handed him a handwritten notebook, and without saying anything, he walked away with his suitcase.

"Hey, let me see, what's written on it?"

Looking at Professor Faltings' distant back, Professor Tao Zhexuan immediately looked at Lu Zhou and excitedly reached out to get the notebook.

Lu Zhou didn't stop him, just let him take the note.

Mo Lina, who was standing next to her, seemed to want to see it too, but she didn't want to show her motives so explicit in front of her "competitors", so she had to put on an expression of wanting to see it and being embarrassed to speak, and peeked at the notebook in Professor Tao's hand from time to time.

Noticing her small movements, Lu Zhou smiled and said.

"It's okay, just watch it if you want, anyway...... It's not a secret, either. If it can inspire your research, I am sure Professor Faltings will be pleased. ”

Seeing that her thoughts were seen through, Mo Lina blushed, took a deep breath and calmed down, bent down and bowed in thanks.

"Thank you."

With that, she followed.

Knowing that her reading speed would not be able to keep up with Professor Tao's page turning speed, she wittily took out her phone from her bag and took a picture of the contents of the notes.

Lu Zhou didn't stop her, walked to the vending machine next to her, bought three cans of coffee and walked back, and after giving one can to each of them, he sat on the chair next to him and waited quietly.

After about five or six minutes, just as he was slowly halfway through the coffee, Professor Tao Zhexuan finally snapped the notebook in his hand and returned it to Lu Zhou with an excited face.

"It's interesting to see what is written on it! Many of these things are probably some of Professor Faltins' own ideas for the Riemann hypothesis, or possible research ideas, some of which have been verified, and some of which have probably not had time to be studied. I recommend you take a closer look, he should be able to inspire your research. ”

Lu Zhou nodded, smiled and said softly.

"Of course I will."

"Then, it's time to say goodbye," Professor Tao glanced at the time on his watch, and then looked at Lu Zhou with a smile, "My flight is about to start security, and I hope to see you next year at the Congress of Mathematicians in St. Petersburg, and I'm looking forward to your 60-minute presentation." ”

Lu Zhou: "If only I could be ready." ”

Smiling and making a goodbye gesture, Tao Zhexuan took the suitcase, turned around and walked away quickly.

"Haha, I'm sure you can!"

The sound faded away, and finally disappeared into the crowded waiting room.

After staring at Lu Zhou for a while, Mo Lina stuffed the phone back into her bag and said a little nervously.

"Thank you...... You've helped me, but I'm not going to let that stop me. ”

Hearing this, Lu Zhou couldn't help but laugh and said, "Please do this, for me whoever solves this problem is the same." ”

Just kidding, if the Riemann conjecture can be proved with the help of this notebook, why didn't Professor Faltings, who wrote this notebook, prove it himself?

Lu Zhou didn't think that relying on this little thing, this Miss Molina would be enough to solve the Riemann conjecture.

A spark of thought can be rubbed between a stone and a stone, but only an egg can be rubbed between a stone and an egg. Professor Faltings gave him this notebook in the hope that he would be able to draw some inspiration from the "dead ends" he had studied, and which ultimately proved to be impossible, even if it was a little less detour.

These things, which do not even have the value of being published in journals, can only be used in the hands of a few.

Clearly, Miss Molina Abel does not fit the "minority" characteristic.

Although he was impressed by her paper on the proof of another line of thought of the critical line theorem, it was far from groundbreaking.

Otherwise, she would not have chosen the "Mathematical Chronicle" to submit, and the "Mathematical Annals", one of the four top journals, would be her better choice.

Seeing that Mo Lina's face was full of anticipation, as if it was not a mobile phone but a treasure that she was holding in her bag, and she couldn't wait to fly back to Princeton now and organize those photos on paper, Lu Zhou pondered for a while and spoke.

"I'll give you a suggestion."

Molina glanced at Lu Zhou nervously.

"What advice?"

Looking at her nervous expression, Lu Zhou smiled faintly and said, "Don't expect too much from the things on that notebook, didn't you see that Professor Tao just flipped through it and returned it to me without even taking a single note?" ”

Hearing this, Molina was slightly stunned, and then frowned.

"What do you mean...... What's on this notebook, isn't it as important as it seems? ”

Not understanding why she thought so, Lu Zhou gave her a strange look.

"No, there is no doubt that Professor Faltings' work is certainly important. But I mean...... This thing can only be used if it is in the hands of someone who can use it. ”

Molina: "......"

Falk Squid!

I'm so angry, I want to hit someone!

She swore she would have given this guy a kick if it weren't for that damn ladylike demeanor!