Chapter 141 The Real Hammer (Add More for the Leader Leize110!) (5/5)

Chapter 141 It's a real hammer (add more for the leader leize110!) (55)

Lu Zhou didn't expect that only one day had passed.

The next night, he received an e-mail from Mr. Francis.

[...The PDF format file of the meeting minutes is in the attachment of this email, although I feel that you probably won't be able to use it anymore? Good luck then, friends from across the Pacific. 】

Lu Zhou:? ? ?

Why can't I use it anymore?

Is there a new issue of the Annals of Mathematics?

Lu Zhou quickly logged on to the official website of Mathematics Annual, but found no new publications.

Think about it too, the publication cycle of the Mathematics Annual is "Bimonthly", which is the so-called bimonthly, and only one issue is published every two months.

Judging from the date of the last publication, his thesis will not be officially published until the end of this month at the earliest, so why can't it be used? He was still waiting to use this meeting minutes to smash the heads of those brainless fans.

Just when Lu Zhou was in a daze, a phone call came.

Looking at the screen, it was Professor Tang calling. Lu Zhou pressed the connect button, and just put the phone to his ear, before he had time to ask what was going on, the other person spoke first.

"What happened to your kid again?"

Being asked so suddenly, Lu Zhou was embarrassed and coughed lightly: "Do you even know?"

Originally, he didn't want to make a big deal about it, so he didn't tell the people at the school at all, but he didn't expect Professor Tang to know about it.

"What do you mean, I'm not blind? Do you really think I'm not going online anymore?" Professor Tang scolded with a smile.

Um?

Judging from Old Tang's tone, he doesn't seem to be in a hurry?

Just when Lu Zhou was wondering what happened when he woke up, Professor Tang continued to speak.

"To be honest, this matter is indeed a bit big now. The old man Wang Xiping is not very tight-lipped. After he came back, he used your business to brag everywhere. Why are you bragging? With this achievement alone, the Cole Award in 2017 is a sure thing. Can't run, and guess what?"

Before Lu Zhou could speak, Professor Tang smiled and continued.

"For some reason, this matter has reached the ears of some old guys in the Propaganda Department. The Cole Award, that is a great joy! Now Renren Daily has even written the press release, just waiting Your paper will be published at the end of the month. As a result, heh, this face hurts enough."

Of course, it wasn't Lu Zhou that hurt, but the editorial department of Renren Daily.

A variety show on a local TV station actually copied all this stuff for entertainment.

If it doesn't matter, when the report comes out, who's name will be written by the prover of the twin prime number conjecture? If something goes wrong, you have to be responsible!

Probably not only the editorial department of Renren Daily had an ugly face, but also the old guys in the Propaganda Department. It is conceivable that Mr. Wang from Yanda University had the most ugly face.

In any case, someone is going to be unlucky.

Speaking of this, Professor Tang couldn't help but scolded again: "In the future, if something like this happens, tell me immediately, or tell Dean Qin, don't always think about solving it yourself, can the school leave you alone? ? If you, Senior Brother Luo, hadn’t told me about this, I really don’t know when I’ll find out!”

Lu Zhou froze for a moment: "Brother Luo?"

Professor Tang: "Brother Luo, you heard about this incident. Without a word, you went to the Federal Mathematical Society to ask for a meeting minutes, and then contacted several domestic media people with evidence to expose this incident. I sent an email here. You see how other people do things? Give him a call later and thank him yourself."

Lu Zhou immediately said: "Sure, I'll make a call later!"

Now he finally understands why Mr. Francis replied in his email, saying that he might not need the meeting minutes anymore. It turned out that someone had already sent the meeting minutes to China for him.

In this way, I really have to thank Brother Xia Luo very much.

Next time I'm in Princeton, I'll have to buy him a drink anyway.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Zhou turned on his phone, looked at Wu Yan's brain under the scarf, who threatened to kill himself, and suddenly laughed out loud.

Shi Shang, who was sitting under the bed and fiddling with the guitar, got goosebumps from Lu Zhou's sudden laughter.

"Elbow, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Lu Zhou shook his head and sighed softly, "It's good to be educated, and you don't have to do it yourself."

Liu Rui, who was brushing up questions, raised his head and asked, "What's the matter? Your matter has been solved."

Lu Zhou put the phone aside to charge, and replied casually: "It's sort of."

...

TV station, meeting room.

Wu Ping's expression was a little embarrassed.

No, to be precise, the expressions on the faces of the project team leaders in front of the conference table were not very good-looking.

To be honest, things have developed to this point, which has exceeded their expectations. It was originally thought to be a perfect marketing, but looking at it now, the situation seems to have ended badly.

Especially Wu Ping, the mood at this moment is like being beeped by a dog.

When they were learning from that video, although they couldn't understand what the people on the stage were doing, they downloaded the paper from that academic conference and watched it anyway.

Although they couldn't understand the text, they could at least understand the abstract of the paper. The meeting was clearly a study on the distribution of Mersenne prime numbers, so they asked experts in this field.

So when Wu Yan's manager came to her with the paper proving the twin prime number conjecture, pointing to it and saying that it was Wu Yan's latest research result, she just searched the twin prime number conjecture on the Internet and found that there was indeed no news about it. This conjecture was proved, so I didn't take it to heart.

Now the effect of the show is there, but the integrity seems to be lost.

Sitting at the conference table, Wu Yan's manager, Yang Feng, coughed lightly and said in embarrassment.

"...Is it too much to make a big deal out of a molehill? It's just a program effect, and it's not a real contribution. It's not a serious problem like academic fraud, right?"

Director Zhang said angrily: "Why didn't you make it clear that the whole process was copied?"

Yang Feng tried to appease him: "Director Zhang, we are on the same boat now, it's not time to quarrel. I asked Wu Yan, and he admitted that he was indeed inspired by the proof process exhibited at that academic conference, but there are many He has made changes to the details, and then we can say that the two of them have solved the world's problems alone..."

"It's useless to say these things now." The assistant standing next to Director Zhang interrupted Yang Feng's words, and looked at Director Zhang, "The key now is how we can solve this problem. My suggestion is to start the public relations process immediately , first reduce the popularity of the topic on the scarf, and then... why don't you just find a mathematical journal or something, give some money, and let them publish the proof of the conjecture first?"

Director Zhang pondered for a while, then nodded.

"Makes sense."

It would be a pity to just give up a role that was so hard-won. Anyway, the other party's paper has not been published anyway, even if there is a video on the Internet, what can a mere video prove? The bit rate is so low, and it is reflective, even what is written on the whiteboard cannot be seen clearly.

Don't say that you have already published it and you can copy it, let alone you haven't published it yet?

Really, I will also give you money to smash it into a fake!

At this moment, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and a man in a suit walked into the conference room with a blank expression.

Zhang Yuanjie raised his eyebrows, and when he saw the person coming, he said, "Which department do you belong to? There is a meeting here. Am I allowing you to come in?"

The man ignored Director Zhang and threw a document on the table.

"Notice from above, starting today, your program will be suspended for rectification."

The air in the conference room froze for a moment.

There was no sound, as if a needle could be heard clearly when it fell on the ground.

His eyes widened in disbelief, Zhang Yuanjie's breathing became more and more rapid, and he suddenly stood up.

"What's going on? Why did it stop suddenly? It doesn't make any sense...I, I'll talk to the director face to face!"

The finals are coming soon, and even the rehearsals are over. If it is suddenly suspended at this time, it will undoubtedly deal a heavy blow to the influence of the entire program.

Zhang Yuanjie's face was pale, and he couldn't accept this fact no matter what.

The man just glanced at Zhang Yuanjie indifferently.

"Don't look for it. It's useless to look for anyone. The rectification document didn't come down from your TV station, it came down from above."

Thank you brothers for your rewards. The five shifts are finally done. I can’t bear it any longer. I have to sleep well today. Ask for a monthly ticket~~~