Chapter 1041 Forecasting Is Part of the Analysis (Seeking a Monthly Ticket~)

At this moment, Lu Zhou didn't know that the behavior of an old friend of his might bring him a lot of trouble.

However, maybe even if he knew, he probably wouldn't blame him too much.

After all it's like what he's doing.

Even without him to promote this technology, in the future ten or twenty years later, someone will definitely bring this technology to the world. Especially in the context of today's space competition, cryo-sleep technology is written in a corner of the space research and development project outlines of the two superpowers at the same time, maybe this day is just something that will happen in the next ten or twenty years.

Similarly, even without Professor Krugman's thesis, there must be someone else to play this role and fulfill his historical mission.

Lu Zhou, who had already foreseen what would happen, took the high-speed train back to his hometown on the day after the report meeting of the Medical University.

And almost when he took the high-speed train back to his hometown, the 301 Hospital and the Jinling Institute for Advanced Study finally released the news about a certain Fields Medal winner receiving cryo-sleep therapy.

It's also almost predictable.

After the sensation caused by Riemann's conjecture, the headline position of the international mainstream media was once again occupied by Professor Lu...

...

Princeton.

Cafeteria of the Institute for Advanced Study.

Sitting in a window seat, facing his old friend Professor Angus Deaton sitting across from him, Professor Fefferman suddenly sighed softly and said.

"Didn't expect him to do that."

Freeze for hibernation.

The whole of Princeton has been talking about it recently.

Although I know in my heart that this is probably the best choice, not everyone can accept such a choice, especially the students of Ms. Vera Puyouyi, whether it is about the lovely and respectable teacher who was diagnosed Whether it was terminal lung cancer or whether her venerable mentor actually "frozen" her into the future caused considerable controversy.

However, Lu Zhou himself seems surprisingly calm, as if he disappeared from the Internet these days, neither Arxiv nor mathoverflow information has been updated. Fefferman also took a look at the more commonly used scarves in Huaguo. He remembered that he seemed to like interacting with netizens on it, and found that the same was true.

"Actually... I expected it."

Stirring the coffee in the cup with a spoon, watching the swirling milk froth, Professor Angus Deaton continued after a moment of silence.

"I once persuaded him to be cautious about freezing hibernation. But then I thought about it, and there is no need to say those words at all. It will definitely not work, let alone even if I persuade him, Let him give us a little more time for civilization, and this day will always come. The pursuit of living beings is eternal. From the moment our ancestors mastered the tools, we are destined to have everything we have now, and we are also destined to Every choice we make is designed to make us live longer."

A little interested in this statement, Fefferman glanced at him unexpectedly: "Economics still studies this?"

Angus: "It's not economics, it's evolution, it's biological... You could say, it's human."

Footsteps could be heard in the corridor outside the coffee shop.

Soon, an old man in a plain shirt came in from outside.

"Sorry, I'm a little late... Fefferman? Are you here too?"

Looking at Fefferman who was sitting opposite Professor Angus, Krugman looked at him a little more unexpectedly, apparently not expecting him to appear here.

"When I'm not busy, I'm here almost every afternoon... But there are some exceptions today." Shrugging, Professor Fefferman smiled gently and continued, "It was Professor Angus who invited me here."

Krugman opened his mouth and said, "Well...It seems that our Professor Angus has invited more than one person."

Professor Angus: "It doesn't matter how many people you invite, I am more interested in your research...I noticed that you seem to have submitted a paper recently? About the impact of cryo-sleep technology on macroeconomics Aspects."

As soon as he heard this old friend talk about his recent research, Krugman's face suddenly showed a look of great interest, and he pulled a chair and sat next to the two of them in high spirits.

"Of course, I wrote that paper. I didn't expect you to see it... Thank you for a glass of mocha."

The waiter nodded, turned and walked towards the bar.

After clearing his throat, Krugman continued.

"You may not be able to imagine the social change that this technology could bring about, and in fact I didn't even think about it until I got on a plane. It might sound weird, but it's okay, I can tell you."

After all, Krugman spent about ten minutes recounting his research results. Especially for "human society, because of the birth of this technology, it is possible to break the long-term equality that human society has achieved from the French Revolution to the present and is constantly being stabilized, and finally, as has happened countless times , From the new excessive inequality to the new equality, he spent a lot of time describing it.

Listening patiently to the old friend's impassioned speech, and waiting until the cup of coffee he ordered was served by the waiter, he finally stopped talking because of dry mouth, Professor Angus smiled lightly and said.

"I have an unpublished manuscript here... Are you interested?"

Professor Krugman, who was still holding a coffee cup, was slightly taken aback and asked, "Is this okay?"

Generally speaking, scholars in the same field would try to avoid doing this, but Angus didn't care about it, and just said softly.

"It's nothing good or bad. We've known each other for so many years, and we still have this little bit of trust. What's more, it's not just you, Professor Fefferman also saw it just now."

Sitting by the side and always playing the role of listener, Fefferman also said with a smile: "It's a very interesting article, although it may take a little effort for me to fully understand it."

"...Since you said so, please show me."

"No problem, it's here."

After receiving the manuscript from Professor Angus, Krugman looked at the distinctive handwriting for a moment, and was slightly taken aback for a moment, then his face was filled with disbelief and shock. .

Future Sociology!

After flipping through the manuscript in ten minutes, Krugman returned it to Angus and said with a complicated face.

"...you've finished it? When... did you write it? Don't tell me it's just these few days."

Putting away the manuscript, Professor Angus said: "As early as half a year ago, I published the first paper, which is the part you saw at the beginning about the potential of the subject of sociology in the future. Overview. There were several articles later, and this manuscript is a simple compilation of these contents, at least I think those contents are enough to support the volume of a book.”

After a pause, Professor Angus continued.

"A long time ago... or just a few years ago, there was no need to discuss this matter. No matter how we develop willfully and recklessly, there is no way to directly interfere with the future society, let alone How many people deliberately plan for a future that does not exist a hundred years later. Whether we admit it or not, most of the choices we make are judgments based on the current situation."

"But now this tacit understanding has been broken. When some people start to think about how to pave the way for the future, things will often become troublesome. Maybe in a few years, not only soybeans will be traded by futures, but even the future All currencies will have the attributes of futures trading.”

"Our work may be insignificant, but theoretical work must be done by someone. At least, when problems occur, we can provide some objective references for prudent decision makers."

Krugman opened his mouth and said regretfully.

"...I didn't expect to be preempted by someone."

Professor Angus said with a smile: "You only found out now that I'm a little surprised. I thought that a person like you who loves to think wildly should know these things better than me. After all, if it were me, I would definitely not be serious. To write a paper with a title like "Interstellar Trade Theory" has a strong Hollywood flavor."

Professor Krugman said with a straight face: "If you really read my paper, you wouldn't say that."

Professor Angus: "Of course I read your paper, and more than that, I have been following your research results for a while. After all, few economists are interested in the distant future, as we often say The future is unpredictable.”

Krugman: "...What? I can't believe that our Professor Angus is actually interested in my research."

"It's nothing to dare to believe. The subject you are working on is actually the same as what I want to do. Just like your interest in my manuscript, our interest is common."

"... futuristic sociology?"

"Yes," Professor Angus nodded. "Prediction is also a part of analysis, just like our eyes and brain. Only by understanding us can we judge whether it is correct or not. How about it? Do you want to join in?"

Facing the olive branch suddenly thrown at him, Professor Krugman was slightly surprised, and unconsciously blinked his eyelids.

It has to be said that this is a very tempting proposition.

In fact, he was really moved.

"...I can't give you an answer right away. I need to seek the opinion of my partner. Of course, I think the possibility of his refusal is very small. On key issues related to the progress of the project, our judgments are always out of date. As expected."

"It's okay. This is not a project that can be completed in a day or two. I can wait quietly...as long as it's not too long."

After a pause, Professor Angus continued to look at Fefferman: "Then, the next thing is another opinion from Professor Fefferman who has read my manuscript."

I have been watching with great interest, but I didn't expect the ball to be kicked to my feet. Fefferman was slightly stunned, and then laughed dumbly and said: "...Me? Does this topic have anything to do with me? "

"Of course," Professor Angus nodded as a matter of course, and continued, "All the conditions are met, except...we still lack an excellent mathematician."

Professor Fefferman opened his mouth, was silent for a while and said: "I think... I have to think about it and give you an answer. In fact, Professor Faltins invited me to participate in a great project, I am not sure Do you have that time?"

Krugman said with some excitement: "Is there anything greater than the future?"

"That's hard to say. Compared with knowing what will happen with a high probability in the future, I think living the present is more conducive to a better future," Fefferman glanced at the watch on his left hand, and stretched out his hand to He took out the coffee cup, drank the rest of the coffee in one gulp, and then put the cup down, "I have a discussion meeting in a while, so I won't stay here any longer."

In fact, although I am very interested in the things they discussed, as well as their brains. But if he wanted to get involved himself, he was still a little... not so happy.

Like the vast majority of mathematicians at Princeton.

Although when it comes to math problems, even if he is as humble as him, he can't help but feel "arrogance" from the bottom of his heart. This arrogance stems from the knowledge they are proud of, as well as the stubbornness that has continued from the last century-mathematics should serve mathematics.

Seeing that Professor Fefferman was going to leave, Professor Angus had a disappointed expression on his face.

He originally thought that those words were enough to impress him, but he didn't expect it to fail.

However, at this moment, Professor Krugman suddenly said, "Professor Lu said that after he solves the Riemann Hypothesis, he will consider participating in our research."

This sentence seems to be working.

At least Professor Fefferman's fingers in front of the coffee cup suddenly stopped.

Originally planning to stand up, he sat back, watched Professor Krugman frowned and said.

"... Lu Zhou? Did he say that?"

"I swear to God," Krugman said, holding up three fingers together, "if I lie, Satan will take my soul."

Fefferman: "... about when?"

Krugman replied truthfully: "The day before the IMU conference, we happened to meet at Perelman's house, and I just invited him..."

Although at the time, both Krugman and his companion Albert interpreted that sentence as a tactful refusal.

After all, "consider after solving the Riemann conjecture..." This kind of rhetoric, I believe anyone who hears this sentence will have the same idea as them.

However……

Who would have thought that within a few days, he would really solve it? !

If it weren't for Vera's incident, why would he sit here and argue with Professor Angus? He might have happily reached a consensus in St. Petersburg and started researching this topic.

After being silent for a long time, Professor Fefferman suddenly looked up at Professor Angus.

"...I've changed my mind."

Under the surprised eyes of the two professors, he smiled slightly and continued.

"I'm very interested in what you have to say."

"If it's not troublesome, please let me join in."