Chapter 1113 The Sound of the Wind

Lu Zhou still remembered.

At the very beginning, the system had revealed to him that when all subjects reached the full level, the world after LV10 would be unlocked——

That is, the option about the future era.

Regarding what the future world will be and what form it will present in front of him, Lu Zhou has made many assumptions before this.

Even just a few months ago, when he just opened the golden legendary mission card, he, who has always been calm, was so excited that he couldn't sleep well all night.

Now, his math level has finally touched the limit of LV10, and one toe has already stepped on the boundary leading to the future. No one is closer to the future than him...

Taking a deep breath, looking at the rising morning light in the distance, Lu Zhou's right fist was lightly clenched and then loosened.

Although that excitement is not deceiving.

But compared to pure excitement and excitement, what filled his chest at this moment was more of a glimmer of understanding.

It seems that he has vaguely felt what the system really wants to convey to him, and what the so-called future era is...

...

Saying goodbye to the old man doing morning exercises, Lu Zhou turned and walked back home along the way he came.

Coming to the study on the second floor, Lu Zhou went to the desk and sat down, first checked the mailbox.

It has been more than an hour since he sent the letter, and Professor Faltings still hasn't replied. It seems that he is either busy with something, or he hasn't figured out how to reply him.

Smiling and shaking his head, Lu Zhou stretched, took the notebook from the side and opened it.

First, he opened a bottle of energy potion, and drank it in one gulp as the champagne of victory, feeling the feeling of fatigue gradually disappearing from his body, and then he started today's work.

It took about a morning, and with the help of Xiao Ai, Lu Zhou sorted out all the content on the draft paper on the computer.

The complete thesis has a total of forty pages, which is larger than imagined.

In addition to the grand unified theory of algebra and geometry, it also contains the outline and framework of the future of mathematics in his mind, as well as some conjectures that he derived when studying this issue.

In terms of the amount of content, it is enough for a special issue of "Mathematical Future".

In fact, if you give him some time, most of the propositions proposed by him can be written in the form of theorems, and he has indeed thought of some brilliant ideas, which may be able to solve these problems .

It's just that this not only deviates from the theme of this paper, but also seems a little boring.

After all, learning is more and more, and the problems are endless.

Rather than spending time on trivial issues, he still wants to spend his limited time thinking about really important propositions.

As for the suspense in those blank spaces, let future scholars think about it...

The moment he hit Enter, Lu Zhou leaned back gently on the chair.

It didn't make him wait long.

Almost at the moment when the thesis was successfully uploaded, the familiar light blue dialog box also appeared in his field of vision at the same time.

[Congratulations to the host, you have completed the "Legend" mission! 】

...

It was twelve noon when the paper was uploaded.

At this moment, in most parts of the United States, the hour hand has just passed midnight.

In sharp contrast to the quiet night in the suburbs of Cambridge, Massachusetts, the Cray Research Institute located in the suburbs is still brightly lit at the moment.

As a non-profit private academic institution, the purpose of the institution is to promote and disseminate mathematical knowledge, and to give various awards and grants to potential mathematicians.

Unlike other purely mathematical scientific research institutions that worry about funding, this academic institution seems to have been struggling with how to "distribute money" since its establishment in 1998.

Like now.

Director Deaton, who was sitting in the director's office, was worried about such things.

Since the Riemann conjecture was proved at the International Conference of Mathematicians, they have been having a headache for awarding the Millennium Problem Prize and the one million dollar prize.

It's not because there is no money, but because the status of this winner is a bit special.

Counting the two millennium problems of the NS equation and the Yang-Mills equation, this guy has already won two prizes!

If there is no accident, he will soon usher in the third award in his life.

And it is the most important Riemann conjecture.

This award has almost become specially set up for him!

In fact, if that's the only way, then that's all.

It's just an award, and it doesn't say that it has to be awarded to different people.

However, this Professor Lu didn't seem to be interested in accepting awards, and even showed a hint of impatience.

In addition, this guy is neither short of reputation nor short of money. He didn't even bother to come to the Millennium Award for Yang Mills Equation last time, so he asked a physicist in his research institute to go on a business trip. On the way, I stopped by the French Academy and took away the medal and a check for one million dollars.

From the end of the summer to now, the entire Cray Institute, whether it is the members of the scientific advisory committee or the security guards guarding the gate, are discussing whether the award will be awarded or not...

"... Enough! I am no longer the chairman of the Scientific Advisory Committee. You should find other more capable and far-sighted scholars to take up this position! Instead of habitually thinking about it when you encounter trouble Throw it to me!"

Professor Carlson's loud roar came from the director's office.

When he heard that Director Deaton planned to hand over this matter to himself who was about to retire, he turned his face almost instantly.

Looking at Professor Carlson who made it clear that he didn't intend to cooperate, Director Deaton didn't want to embarrass the old man in his heart.

But thinking of the identity of the winner and how difficult it was to present the award to that big guy, he could only silently say sorry in his heart, and then persuaded him earnestly.

"But in our institute, you are the only person with the highest academic reputation and the most qualified to do this, and you are the only one who has had a little friendship with him. I beg you, this is the last time! Believe it I, I swear to God!"

When he said this, Deaton was actually full of helplessness.

He never imagined that so many troublesome things would happen during his tenure.

The so-called millennium problem, as the name suggests, is prepared for the whole millennium.

This kind of problem that is recognized as impossible to solve in a century, who would have thought that in just a few years, three of them would be killed in a row? !

If it weren't for these problems being selected by the most prestigious scholars in various fields, and he couldn't even find the door, he would even start to suspect that the so-called millennium problem might be a fake one .

"Actually, this matter is not as troublesome as you imagined. The International Union of Mathematicians has approved Lu Zhou's proof. We only need to..."

Professor Carlson said angrily, "Then give him an award!"

Director Deaton said dumbfoundedly: "...but, as you know, we have awarded him the Millennium Award twice, and last time he didn't even bother to come to the awards ceremony..."

Carlson: "Then don't award it!"

Deaton: "But it's against the rules..."

Carlson said almost madly: "Fack! So what do you want?!"

The roaring sound in the office has spread to the corridor.

Just at this time, a thirty-year-old intern assistant wearing a plaid shirt came to the door of the office, and was about to knock on the door to come in, when he was startled by the roaring voice, and he directly threw half of the The closed door was pushed open.

Gazing at Professor Carlson who was losing his temper there, he hesitated for a while before he swallowed and spoke boldly.

"Professor Carlson..."

Glancing in the direction of the door, he noticed that the person standing there was the intern assistant he had hired not long ago. Professor Carlson was in a bad mood, and said impatiently.

"What's the matter? Say something quickly."

Without a second's delay, the assistant spoke quickly.

"... Just now, Professor Lu posted a paper on Arxiv, because you set a tracking tag for that research direction, and I received a reminder right away."

Professor Carlson: "I see. I'll go see it tomorrow morning."

As if guessing that Professor Carlson would say that, there was an expression in the eyes of the intern assistant.

However, he did not give up.

He knew very well that if he really did what Mr. Carlson said, he would definitely be scolded when he woke up tomorrow morning and saw this amazing paper.

Swallowing again, the intern assistant continued.

"...In fact, just now, I read the abstract of the paper."

"Limited by my level of knowledge, I can't make a judgment on the content of the paper. But considering that this paper has something to do with the Riemann Hypothesis, I printed out the paper for you, and I sincerely recommend that you read it now At a glance... although it may be a bit pretentious to do so, I am sure you will not blame me and will be shocked by the content of this paper."

Shock?

Can anything be more shocking than the Riemann Hypothesis?

Professor Carlson raised his eyebrows.

Although his mathematical intuition made him disapprove of the intern assistant's words, he still took the typescript of the thesis from the young man and looked at the abstract.

Since he became interested in what the intern assistant said, Director Deaton, who was standing next to him, also leaned over to take a look with the mood of joining in the fun.

Then……

The eyes of the two people couldn't move away completely.

The clock on the wall was ticking.

Other than that, there was no sound in the room.

The silence in the office was not broken until the minute hand had moved a whole square, and it was still a big square, and the two of them almost uttered an exclamation at the same time.

"God……"

"Jesus……"

"This, this is simply..."

Opening and closing his parched lips, Professor Carlson felt his throat a little dry, and subconsciously reached for the teacup on the table. However, after drinking for a long time, he realized that the water in the cup was already empty.

"The great unification of algebra and geometry..." Director Deaton's voice was also full of hoarseness. Looking at the contents of the abstract, his wide-eyed eyes were filled with disbelief, "He, what he meant, he has achieved gone?"

"At least that's what he claims..."

The Adam's apple moved up and down, and Professor Carlson, who was talking, suddenly remembered something, and suddenly looked back at the intern assistant standing at the door, and ordered, "Call the Institute of Mathematical Sciences of Harvard University immediately! Contact Qiu Chengtong for me professor."

"well!"

Seeing the serious expression on the face of the immediate boss, the assistant immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

However, just as he was about to turn around and leave the office to make a phone call in the corridor, he was quickly stopped by Professor Carlson behind him.

"Wait a minute, are you driving here?"

"In the garage... what happened?"

"Stop calling, send me to Harvard University! Now!"

Stuffing the thesis paper into his pocket, Professor Carlson walked towards the door without saying a word.

Seeing that Professor Carlson was about to leave, and thinking of Director Deaton who hadn't finished discussing the award presentation, he immediately came back to his senses and hurriedly said.

"Wait a minute, Riemann guessed about the awards—"

"Let's talk about it next time! Compared with this matter, these trivial matters are not worth mentioning at all!"

Don't say it's Riemann's conjecture...

Even if all the propositions sublimated into theorems because of Riemann's conjecture are added up, I am afraid it is not half as important as this matter.

After leaving these words, Professor Carlson disappeared at the door of the office without looking back, leaving Director Deaton alone, facing the empty office, messy alone under the light...