Chen Muwu was a little embarrassed.

Because whether it was at Cambridge University or in Cavendish Laboratory, he was surrounded by all big men, and he basically couldn't see girls of the same age.

At this point, Chen Muwu must seriously criticize his teacher Rutherford.

He did not do as well as Bohr, and only cared about finding himself a good son-in-law, and marrying his only daughter to Fowler, but completely ignoring the other older single young men in the laboratory.

Bohr, by contrast, married a good wife and mother.

Margaret was very enthusiastic about introducing Danish girls to every young man who came to the Copenhagen Institute, in order to keep them firmly under her husband's hand.

Now a beautiful young and beautiful girl suddenly appeared in front of her, and she said that she wanted to take a photo with him, which really scared Chen Muwu.

Are the Belgian girls so enthusiastic and proactive?

Or is he already famous for his contributions to physics and astronomy, and even as far away as Brussels, Belgium, he has a fan?

De Broglie was still standing aside, waiting with a malicious look on his face to see his joke.

Chen Muwu, who reacted, immediately showed a gentlemanly appearance, just taking a photo, and it would not affect himself.

After all, he was the first fan to meet him, so he naturally had to be treated well.

Chen Muwu smiled and nodded at her, pointing to the camera not far away.

Then he waved his hand and shouted to the photographer, "Excuse me, take another picture for us." ”

The two men stood side by side and took a photo with the lawn and the trees behind them as a backdrop.

“Merci， monsieur Chen!”

After the photographer signaled to the two of them, and the photo had been taken, the girl said a word of French to Chen Muwu.

Chen Muwu probably understood this sentence, and he knew that the first word was "thank you".

The second is the French word for "sir" that de Broglie blurted out when he occasionally said something smooth.

And the third is his own surname, Chen.

After saying this, the girl seemed to run away from him with a little blush, leaving a confused Chen Muwu stunned in place.

"Chen, do you know who that girl is just now?" De Broglie asked with a smile.

Chen Muwu didn't know why: "She? Isn't she the girl who played the piano for everyone at the practice banquet yesterday? ”

"Yes, you have a good memory! But what I want to ask you is, do you know what her name is? ”

Chen Muwu shook his head.

"Her name is Eve Daénès Curie, the youngest daughter of Marie Curie, and she is now a student at the Institut de Sévigne. I guess she happened to have some time this year, so she came to Brussels with her mother, Marie Curie, for a meeting and a few days of sightseeing. ”

Hearing De Broglie say this name, Chen Muwu was a little surprised.

Before learning of this fact, he had never connected Eve with Marie Curie at all.

After all, the girl had brown hair, and Marie Curie had blonde hair.

However, after De Broglie said this, Chen Muwu thought about it carefully, and felt that there were indeed several similarities between Eve and her mother's eyebrows.

Pierre and Marie had two daughters, the eldest daughter, Irene and her assistant after marrying Marie Curie Sr., Frédéric Jorio.

After the two got married, in order to pass on the great surname Curie, the young couple changed their surname to Joliot-Curie, which is commonly known as the Petit Curie couple.

Of course, Frederick is still studying for a doctorate under Langevin and has not yet been introduced to Marie Curie as an assistant.

As an aside, the daughter of the little Curies, Helen Joliot-Curie, later married her colleague Michel Langevin.

These two men, one is the granddaughter of Marie Curie and the other is the grandson of Langevin.

Chen Muwu remembers that he once read a copy of "The Biography of Marie Curie".

The author of this biography is the Eve Curie just now.

Eve was born in 1904, a little more than two years younger than Chen Muwu.

As de Broglie said, Ave, who was not yet twenty years old, is now studying at the Institut de la Sevigné in Paris.

Although the name of this school is Collège, it is actually only a high school school, and after graduation, students can obtain a diploma and a bachelor's degree that is unique to France.

This degree is between a high Chinese diploma and a bachelor's degree, which is almost equivalent to the university preparatory department of later generations.

Mr. and Mrs. Curie and Mr. and Mrs. Curie, all four of whom are scientists devoted to radioactive research, each has won the Nobel Prize, and Marie Curie has won two.

It's just that, unlike her parents, sister and brother-in-law, the youngest daughter, Eve, did not embark on the path of science.

From an early age, Eve showed great artistic talent, especially in piano playing, and although she was young, she had already given piano recitals in Paris, the provinces and neighbouring Belgium.

That's why she performed the piano in public at yesterday's practice banquet, and the melody was so beautiful.

Of course, Chen Muwu didn't know the truth behind the above things, he was just thinking, why did Eve Curie come to take a photo with him?

Just when Chen Muwu was a little troubled like Goethe's young Werther, Rutherford, a teacher who was chatting with others, took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, and then suddenly called his name.

"Chen, hurry up, wait until we're about to go!"

"Okay, Director, I'll be right there!"

Chen Muwu, De Broglie and Blackett, the two friends who were about to separate, shook hands and said a few goodbyes.

Blackett was okay, he was just going to the University of Göttingen for an exchange year.

It's just that the next time I see Debroire, I don't know when it will be.

Chen Muwu took out the handwritten letter again and asked Langevin to send it to Einstein in Germany.

Then he trotted all the way to Rutherford and Old Prague.

At the end of the Solvay conference, there were only three of them returning to the UK from Brussels, so the organizers bought their tickets for the return trip.

Because it was paid by the Belgians, the route of their return trip this time was no longer from Brussels south to Paris and then to Calais, but directly north to Antwerp, from where the three of them would take a boat directly to England.

……

The voyage from Belgium to the UK was much farther than from France, so Chen Muwu spent a little longer on the ship in a daze than when he came.

Tonight's English Channel is quite calm, Chen Muwu let go of the heart that has been hanging, boring is boring, but he will not get seasick.

But Rutherford didn't want his good students to be idle, even though there were many strange passengers on the ship, he still pulled his trademark big voice in his own way: "Chen, have you finished writing that theoretical paper?" ”

"No, Director, I haven't started writing yet, but it's already there," Chen Muwu stretched out his hand and patted his head with some pride, "I plan to type it out on a typewriter as soon as I get back to the lab, and then send it to the Annals of Physics." ”

But what he received was not the teacher's praise, but Rutherford's rebuke: "Your paper, first, is not a long article, and second, there are no pictures and data, it is completely a short and exquisite purely theoretical paper, does it have to be typed out on a typewriter?"

"If it were me, I would have written it overnight on the ship tonight, and then when I arrived in London tomorrow, I would send it directly to the weekly journal Nature!"

Although Rutherford didn't make it too clear, Chen Muwu already knew what he was going to do on the ship tonight.

He found a quiet corner, took out his pen and notebook, and began to write the paper on the principle of incompatibility letter by letter on the slightly rocking boat.

On the side, Rutherford was smoking a pipe, and he was chatting with old Prague with a cigar in hand.

"Ernest, I intend to write to the Nobel Prize Jury in Physics this year to nominate this gifted student of yours. If he wins this year, you'll have one more student besides Bohr who can get the medal you won't get. Old Prague quipped.

Rutherford clearly understood the sarcasm in his words: "Cut, isn't it just a physics prize?" If I wanted to, it would be as easy as snatching a piece of candy from a child's hand! ”

But he also knew that he was just hard-mouthed.

Since taking over from his teacher, Tomson Sr., as director of the Cavendish Laboratory, Rutherford has devoted all his work to the management of the laboratory.

He has not personally participated in any experimental projects, and the experiment of bombarding nitrogen atoms with alpha particles to obtain protons five years ago was the last experiment he did in recent years.

However, after hearing that the elder Prague said that he wanted to nominate Chen Muwu for the Nobel Prize, Rutherford also took it seriously.

So far, he has taught two Nobel Prize students, Sodie in 1921 in chemistry and Bohr in 1922 in physics.

Since Rutherford took over Cavendis, so far, there has been only one Aston Prize in Chemistry in the lab.

However, Aston is experimenting with old Tomson again, and it really has nothing to do with him.

Fortunately, God (is this God surnamed Eddington?) Sent himself a "gift" Chen Muwu.

Although he has no hope of winning a physics prize, if there are a few more Nobel Prizes in physics in Cavendish Laboratory, doesn't it still show that he is well managed?

It seems that after returning to the laboratory, he should also write a few more letters to find someone, and ask them to help Chen Muwu mention a name.

No amount of nominations is actually useless, and at best it only serves as a pressure effect.

If the old men of the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences still refuse to nod their heads regardless of whether they live or die as they did in the years when they rejected Einstein, then no matter how much preparation they make, they can only draw water in a bamboo basket.

……

As the day dawned, the ship finally sailed into the port of Dover, England.

After disembarking, Rutherford and Old Prague passed through British customs without any problems.

Because both men were knighted knights, they even made it to the top of the line.

And Chen Muwu, who had dark circles under his eyes, could only line up at the end of the foreigner queue again, waiting for the people in front of him to suffer the difficulties of the customs masters one by one, and finally it was his turn to accept the difficulties.

Rutherford, who hadn't seen his student for a long time, went and returned.

"Chen, why are you still queuing here?"

"Director, there's no way, I'm a foreigner, according to British rules, I can only do this."

"Didn't I remember that you joined the Royal Astronomical Society? Where's your badge? With the Royal Honorary Title, you have a series of privileges, did you know? ”

"This ...... No one had ever told me that I thought it was useless, so I left the badge at Cambridge and didn't bring it with me. ”

"Oh, you!"

Rutherford shook his head helplessly, motioned for Chen Muwu to follow him, and led him to the customs.

The customs staff recognized that this little old man with a mustache was a big man with a knighthood, so he had no choice but to turn a blind eye to this kind of queue cutting behavior.

After Rutherford showed his ID again, he took Chen Muwu and quickly cleared the customs again.

Chen Muwu realized the benefits of the privileged class, and this time the customs only pretended to check his passport, no one opened his suitcase for inspection, and no doctor checked his body again.

He sighed in his heart, no wonder everyone wants to be a nobleman

It seems that in the future, the badge of the Royal Astronomical Society will have to be carried with me!

(End of chapter)