He followed the visitor through the door, through a narrow corridor, and then entered a room with an area of about ten square meters.

The room was filled with the strong smell of ink, the two beds were against the left and right walls, and there was a table sandwiched between the beds, and the table was very mottled on the table, which should be the traces left by the ink.

Strangely, however, there is no mimeograph machine in this room, nor can you see the mimeographed paper material.

Obviously, this should be the owner of the room after learning that a stranger was coming, so he deliberately hid these sensitive things in advance.

Seeing Chen Muwu enter the room, the person who was sitting at the table and writing put down his pen, stood up and stretched out his right hand to Chen Muwu.

"Mr. Chen, I have admired the name for a long time, I am Zhang Xiuyou, although I was born in Susu, but my ancestral home is Jiang Shaoxing, the two of us can be regarded as half a fellow countryman."

"Mr. Zhang, thanks to your help, I can sign up for this World Games."

"You may be seated."

The two of them sat face to face on the beds on both sides of the table, and the person who brought Chen Muwu into the room also sat next to Chen Muwu and looked at him with some curiosity.

"Because France is too far away from China, Mr. Chen ......"

"Just call me Hanchen."

"Okay, so Hanchen you serialized it in Yishi Bao, and you couldn't see it in France at first.

"Then one day, the editorial department in China sent me a letter, saying that there was a serial author who came to study in the UK, and hoped that I could make a transit station, collect them regularly, sort them out and send them back to China.

"When I heard the news, I was very strange, and I thought to myself what kind of book could make the newspaper so popular.

"And then not long after, I received a message from you from England, and I was busy with work, uh, and studies at that time, so I didn't have time to visit it, so I sent it back to China.

"But when I wrote back to you, I found out that your name is the same as the one who proposed 'time travel' as reported in the newspaper not long ago, and the address is Cambridge University, the best university in England.

"At that time, I realized that the Mr. Chen who wrote it should be the same person as the Mr. Chen in the newspaper.

"After that, I could always read in the newspapers every now and then that you had made new achievements in physics, and that you were occasionally discussed among the students in Paris, France, that you were the most outstanding of the students who came to Europe from China, and that you were a role model for the rest of us.

"Especially at the beginning of this year, you discovered the ninth planet of the solar system and named it 'Yellow Emperor Star', which greatly invigorated the hearts of our people in France. Hanchen, you really fought for us Chinese and showed your face!

"I wanted to write to you to congratulate you, but I was afraid that Cambridge University's busy academic schedule might disturb you.

"I didn't expect that today, taking the opportunity of the Paris Olympics, Brother Hanchen actually came to the Humble House in person, and the two of us finally met.

"At the same time, I didn't expect that Brother Hanchen could not only write, do physics and astronomy research, but also participate in sports.

"I really want to thank the World Games for this opportunity, if I come a few days later, I will board the ship and leave France."

Zhang Xiuyou's words, the more he talked, the more emotional he became.

Although Chen Muwu really wanted to talk to the person in front of him for a few more words, it was not impossible to even talk all night.

It's just that he didn't come alone, and in the car outside the door, there was a De Broglie who was napping, and Chen Muwu was embarrassed to let him wait too long.

He took out a wad of francs from the pocket of his coat and placed it on the table.

This is a few hundred pounds of francs that he had exchanged in advance before coming to France, and although it cost some, it should be a few thousand.

"Mr. Zhang, you are working and studying in France, and you must have worked hard to earn money.

"My younger brother is from a fairly wealthy background, not only does Cambridge University offer me a scholarship every month, but also since the discovery of the new planet, I have also received a lot of bonuses from all walks of life in the UK.

"So Brother Zhang doesn't have to shirk, this money is a little bit of the younger brother's heart, although it is a drop in the bucket, but I also hope to improve the lives of my compatriots who work and study in Paris a little."

Zhang Xiuyou excused himself and said: "Hanchen, this is absolutely impossible. Your money is too expensive, we will never accept it, and we study and work at the same time, although it is hard, but the income and expenses can always be offset. ”

Chen Muwu suddenly smiled and winked at Zhang Xiuyou: "I know, I know." Your salary may be enough to pay for tuition and living expenses, but it also costs a lot of money for ink and paper, right? ”

Hearing this, Zhang Xiuyou was still calm, but the person sitting next to Chen Muwu was a little flustered and confused.

"Hanchen, I don't quite understand what you mean."

"The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband, and I often think about a question, that is, where should our country go.

"I think warlords like Cao Kun and Wu Peifu, no matter who becomes the president, will not benefit our country, although the name 'Minguo' is new, but their inner thoughts are still old."

Zhang Xiuyou was still skeptical, and continued to probe: "Hanchen, are you a believer in Mr. Sun's 'Three Ums' like us?" ”

Chen Muwu decided not to play this dumb riddle with him anymore, but opened the skylight and said something bright: "Mr. Zhang, to tell you the truth, although Muwu is a science student, he has also received a lot of traditional education since he was a child.

"One of my favorite poems of the ancients is Lu Fangweng's "Golden Wrong Knife Xing", 'Although the three households of Chu can die in Qin, how can there be no one in the hall?'.

"And one of my favorite texts of today's people is a passage in Mr. Shouchang's short essay "Youth" published in the magazine "New Youth": 'With the youth of me, we can create a young family, a young country, a young nation, a young human being, a young earth, and a young universe, and enjoy their endless lives'.

I liked this passage so much that I went to get to know Mr. Moritsune and his point of view.

"'If you look at the world in the future, it will be a world of red flags' is a great idea, but in order to achieve this great goal, it is necessary for thousands of people like Mr. Shou Chang and Mr. Zhang to fight for it.

"Of course, Mr. Sun, who rebuilt the republic, is also very great, but Mr. Sun's subordinates are all wine bags and rice bags, and they must not be deeply acquainted, so be careful."

"Mu Wu, I can't do anything else, although this money is not much, it can be regarded as a piece of my heart, and it can be regarded as a kind of support for you abroad, please accept it."

Zhang Xiuyou looked at the person beside Chen Muwu, and the two quickly exchanged glances.

"Then thank Hanchen for his kindness, we will accept this money first."

"Mr. Zhang, there is another thing, I just heard that you are going back to China, I wish you a safe journey.

"I have recently been offered a teaching position at Cambridge University, and I may not be able to return to China in a few years or even a decade. If you and your friends have come to Europe for some compelling reason and need someone to take care of them, you can ask them to come to me.

"In order to prevent any accidents during this period, I will leave you a code, as long as you can report this string of numbers, then Muwu I will do my best to help it."

As he spoke, Chen Muwu took out the pen and notebook he had brought with him, wrote the nine-digit Arabic numeral "299792458" on a blank page, then tore off the page and handed it to Zhang Xiuyou.

In the later International System of Units, one meter was defined as "the distance that light travels in a vacuum in a time of 1/299792458 second", that is, the exact value of the speed of light is 299792458 meters per second.

But for now, the meter is still defined by the original meter woven from platinum-iridium alloy that remains in the International Bureau of Weights and Measures in Paris, and the speed of light is only roughly measured at about 300,000 kilometers per second.

It can be said that there is only one person in this world who knows the exact speed of light, except for Chen Muwu, and now there is only Zhang Xiuyou.

Zhang Xiuyou obviously also knew what it meant to have one more back road: "Hanchen, thank you very much, I will definitely keep this piece of paper." ”

At the time of parting, Chen Muwu said that within a few days, he would ask someone to send a few tickets, hoping to invite Zhang Xiuyou and others to the scene to watch his swimming competition.

Out of the room where Zhang Xiuyou lived, and on the street, Chen Muwu saw De Broglie standing next to the car again, and his expression was full of resentment.

"Chen, didn't you say it's okay to go to Chinatown? While I accidentally fell asleep, where did you run away by yourself? ”

Chen Muwu could only smile and said: "I just saw that you were sleeping soundly in the car, so I temporarily got up and went to visit a Chinese friend in a nearby house."

"Now that you're awake, let's go to the neighboring Chinatown, Louie."

It can only be said that there is no coincidence that the book is not written, and the two of them walked a few steps into Chinatown, and met Ye Gongchao, a new friend he had met in Paris in recent days.

"Hey, George!"

De Broglie shouted hello.

"Hey, Louie! Hey, Hanchen dude! ”

Ye Gongchao obviously saw the two of them as well, he turned his head sideways, and stammered to the people around him: "That foreigner is a big nobleman in France, and the one next to him is the one I have been mentioning to you in the past few days, my best friend in Cambridge, and the greatest great scientist among us in the world today!" ”

Chen Muwu saw the group of people opposite, their clothes were disheveled, their faces were red, and they walked with their shoulders on their backs, swaying, and they looked like they had drunk too much wine.

But the point is that this is the afternoon, and they are so drunk, what kind of decency!

is also an international student from China, but how can he compare it with Zhang Xiuyou and those people he saw just now, but these people will make Chen Muwu suddenly feel an inexplicable sense of disgust in his heart?

(End of chapter)