92 blocked a knife for a friend
If the Cavendish Laboratory is regarded as an empire that brings together countless physicists, then the old Tomson, who was the previous director of the laboratory, is equivalent to the emperor of this country.
It's just that the Emperor Taishang is also divided into many kinds, and the old Tom Sun can only be regarded as Tang Gaozu Li Yuan, not as good as the Qing Gaozong Hongli.
Although he is respected, he has very little power in his hands.
Five years ago, when Rutherford took over the Cavendish Laboratory, he had already told his teacher, Tomson Sr., everything clearly.
As director, Rutherford said he was in charge of everything in the lab, and no one, not even Thomson Sr., could meddle in it.
However, in order to show his respect for his teacher, Rutherford also deliberately set aside a few laboratories in the laboratory for old Tomson to use for his usual experiments here.
Now, the problem has come to Chen Muwu, and Old Tom Sun personally came to find him, but he was always embarrassed to refuse directly in person.
And Chen Muwu thought of another thing.
If he can really help him now, then in another month or two, Zhao Zhongyao and Shi Ruwei will come to Cambridge from China, so will Old Tomson be able to admit the two of them to Trinity College on the credit of this time?
"Uh, sir, did you bring this student's profile? If so, please give me a copy, and I'll go to Director Rutherford to talk about it when the time comes. β
Old Tomson grinned, and the glasses on his nose were also raised a little by the muscles on his face: "Chen, I knew that you would not refuse me!" β
Seeing that the purpose of the trip had been achieved, the elder Tomson re-hung the gold medal in his hand on the nail on the wall, and then got up from the sofa: "I will have someone send you the materials about this student later, he is a top student at Harvard University in the United States, and according to Professor Bridgeman, who wrote him a letter of recommendation, he also has a smart brain. I believe that having him by your side may be of great help to your bizarre theoretical research. β
Bridgeman is also an old acquaintance of Chen Muwu, Ye Qisun is his doctor, and the two also met at the Solvay conference in Brussels, Belgium in April this year.
Rutherford also attended that meeting, and if he recommended students, why didn't his own teachers accept them?
Chen Muwu not only couldn't understand this question, but he also couldn't understand whether the old director's last sentence was praising himself or scolding himself.
It is both amusing and helpless that his recent theoretical research, which was called "unorthodox" to Rutherford, and "bizarre" to old Thomson.
Seeing that Old Tom Sun already had the intention of leaving, Chen Muwu also got up and walked out of his room with him.
Chen Muwu left the academy, found a small restaurant nearby, dealt with it randomly, and then returned to his room, and it was not until the time of the lamp that he read and replied to the letters he had received in more than 40 days.
The next morning, before leaving Trinity College for the Cavendish laboratory, the superintendent, dressed in traditional costumes, stopped Chen Muwu again.
"Dr. Chen, this is the information that the dean asked me to pass on to you."
Walking on the road, Chen Muwu opened the large envelope and pulled out the student files inside.
The first thing that came into my eyes was, of course, the black-and-white photo posted in the corner, with a pair of godly eyes on her clear face, and she looked quite thoughtful.
Chen Muwu's gaze crossed the photo again and looked at the text bar on the left.
Julius Robert O......
Oppenheimer!
Although it was still more than 20 years before he ignited the first atomic bomb in human history, called "Thin Man", in Chen Muwu's brain, Oppenheimer was the first to ignite another.
Now Chen Muwu is really the first time to feel the butterfly effect brought by his crossing.
In the last leg of the journey from Trinity College to Cavendish Laboratory, Chen Muwu unconsciously slowed his steps very slowly, and he sorted out the ins and outs of this matter in his brain.
Chen Muwu believes that although he has taken away the results of Compton of the University of Chicago, his influence in the United States should be very limited.
Therefore, whether Oppenheimer graduated from Harvard University or came to Cambridge University, it should all follow the original direction of history, and it has nothing to do with his own crossing.
It seems that the problem should be with his good friend Blackett, whom he has met since coming to Cambridge.
After meeting the genius Chen Muwu at Cambridge University, although Blackett was very wooden on the surface, he added a certain motivation to his studies because he did not admit defeat in his heart.
In addition, with Chen Muwu's action last year, Blackett was a year ahead of the original, and in thousands of photos of the cloud room, evidence of nuclear transmutation was found, and the first isotope of oxygen, Oxygen XVII, was also discovered.
As a result of these achievements, Blackett was awarded the Moselle Scholarship a year earlier than the original to continue his studies at the University of GΓΆttingen.
Although he just left, after he left, Oppenheimer, a newcomer who was originally assigned to Blackett by Old Tomson, has now become Chen Muwu's subordinate.
It seems that this is completely Chen Muwu blocking a knife for Blackett.
Scared, this is Chen Muwu's first reaction.
In the original time and space, Oppenheimer was very aggrieved because of his life in the laboratory, but he gave his second boss Blackett a poisoned apple soaked in cyanide.
Although Chen Muwu plans to never eat a bite of an apple from now on, it does not mean that Oppenheimer has no other way to deal with him.
So it seems that this neurosis must be allowed to spend his Cambridge time happily.
Old Tomson, where did he send a student to himself? It's like sending an uncle who needs to be served before and after the saddle.
Chen Muwu didn't know whether this matter was sad or happy.
As soon as he entered the door of Cavendish Laboratory, Chen Muwu took Oppenheimer's student file up the iron staircase to the second floor and knocked on the door of the teacher's Rutherford's office.
"Director," Chen Muwu said straight to the point after being allowed to enter the office, "Yesterday Sir Tomson approached me and said that he wanted to arrange a student for me. β
"Well, I know about it, the American from Harvard, right?"
Obviously, Rutherford already knew that there was such a person as Oppenheimer.
"Yes, teacher."
"I read a letter of recommendation from Professor Bridgeman, and he said that the student was clumsy in the lab and that theoretical physics was his forte.
"What's the use of having students like this in our Cavendish lab? He should have gone to Einstein's Berlin, or Bohr's Copenhagen. β
Rutherford suddenly realized that he had spoken a little harshly, so he hurried back to make up for it.
"Chen, of course, I'm just saying that this American from Harvard is not sarcastic. A genius like you should stay in our Cavendish lab, not anywhere else! β
"Director, you and Sir Thomson, as well as the other professors and colleagues in the laboratory, have been very kind to me, and of course I will not go anywhere."
Rutherford rubbed his temples with his fingers: "In other words, this American found the old director again after I rejected it, right?" β
Chen Muwu nodded.
"He's really well-connected! Chen, I know that you are now forced to come to me for the sake of the old director's face, right? It's okay, I'll come forward this time, I'll go and tell the teacher that I don't want this student, and it has nothing to do with you. β
Rutherford saw that the proud disciple in front of him was very entangled, so he decided to personally come forward to help him solve his problems.
But Chen Muwu didn't accept this feeling, since he had promised Old Tom Sun in advance, he must not go back on his word at this moment: "Teacher, the old director is so old, and he came to me to talk about this matter in person, don't make him too embarrassed." Now that I'm a staff member of Cavendish Labs, it's only natural to take in a few students. β
Hearing that Chen Muwu actually refused to help him refuse, Rutherford's match hand stayed in mid-air, turned his head with a pipe in his mouth and asked him, "Chen, what did you say?" β
He finally lit the match in his hand and lit his pipe: "Yes, your theoretical level is also very high, and it is just right to arrange this American under you." But I only ask for one thing, and that is that you can't use this student as an excuse to study theoretical problems in the future.
Rutherford took a deep breath, then spit out a long smoke ring, and complained with a look of enjoyment: "I really don't know, he didn't want to do experiments in a rich school like Harvard, how did he come to Cambridge and then set his sights on our Cavendish lab with no money?" β
"Director, perhaps...... We'll have money soon. β
Chen Muwu told Rutherford in detail about his meeting with the Duke of York at the British Embassy in France after the Paris Olympics, and at the same time watched the expression on his teacher's face become more and more exaggerated.
In the end, Rutherford simply got up from his chair and walked up to him: "Chen, you mean that you just had a meal with the Duke of York, and you brought a sum of ten thousand pounds a year to Cavendish Laboratories?" β
Chen Muwu nodded: "That's right, teacher, the royal family has already contacted Sir Tomson a few days ago, and it is estimated that it will not be long before the formalities for this money can be completed." β
"Chen, you really, you really...... Alas! β
Rutherford was so excited that he was incoherent, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head, and finally slapped his hand heavily on Chen Muwu's shoulder.
"Chen, you've really done the entire Cavendish lab a great favor, IβI really don't know how to thank you!"
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(End of chapter)