245 Three Hours Is Enough (1/4)

Chapter 245 Three hours is enough (14)

Nigeria, Ekiti State, Ekiti Federal University.

Professor Enoch, who was standing in the classroom, was not in a happy mood, even a little irritable.

Also published on Arxiv, Perelman's Poincaré conjecture was recognized by the academic community, and Lu Zhou's proof of Goldbach's conjecture was also recognized by the academic community, but his paper was thrown into the category of "General Mathematics".

And only recently did he realize that this category has become a garbage dump.

In the classroom, the student who encouraged him to prove Riemann's conjecture said.

"Professor Enoch, can the Riemann Hypothesis be used to solve the Goldbach Hypothesis?"

Professor Enoch said casually: "Yes, of course, Goldbach's conjecture is very easy. The distribution of prime numbers is closely related to a well-constructed Riemann ζ(s) function. It is essentially a prime number problem. In my established Under the Riemann ζ(s) function system, it only takes three hours to solve the Goldbach conjecture."

A student asked: "What about Hilbert 23? Professor Enoch, it should be easy for you."

"Of course, it can be solved easily," Professor Enoch said in a relaxed tone, and he analyzed randomly, "In the final analysis, the Riemann Hypothesis is the 8th question of Hilbert 23, but it has been shrouded in the ζ(s) I established. Under the functional system. It is like 'Rhino' Tyson, invincible in the ring."

The students booed: "Professor Enoch, it's time to solve this problem."

"When the time is right, I will consider going out, but now is not the time. Remember, my children, the real strong is not interested in solving specific problems, he doesn't bother to shoot, because it is Gauss, Euler This kind of second-rate mathematicians do," Professor Enoch waved his hand, "Okay, this class is over. Your homework is to submit a paper, and the theme of the paper is based on my ζ(s) function system, and prove Goldbach's conjecture."

"The method has been given to you, I believe it is very easy for you."

There was grief in the classroom, a group of students scratched their hair and looked at each other with pained expressions on their faces.

Professor Enoch's thesis is too difficult to understand. Although they like to listen to Professor Enoch's stories, every assignment will make them rack their brains.

Feeling that his mood has recovered a lot, Professor Enoch put away the lesson plans contentedly and prepared to go to the office.

However, at this moment, he saw a white man at the door, and the head of the Department of Mathematics at Ekiti Federal University.

"Professor Enoch, this gentleman from the United States, wants to talk to you about the Riemann conjecture," patted Professor Enoch on the shoulder, the black old man was smiling, and he could even be said to be flattering. He lowered his voice next to him, "Behave well."

Of course, what he wanted to please was not Professor Enoch, but a million dollars.

For this small country, this amount of money is undoubtedly a huge sum.

Before that, no one believed that this professor of number theory proved Riemann's conjecture, especially after the reporter of "Daily Mail" came once and then stopped coming.

But now, American journalists are here.

Perhaps, the Clay Institute actually accepted his paper?

In Nigerian society, although Americans and British are both white, the status of the former is slightly higher, especially after a black man becomes president, it has even been exaggerated as a paradise.

If the Clay Institute really accepts Professor Enoch's thesis, he will undoubtedly become a "superior man", and he may have the opportunity to immigrate to the United States, and he may have to rely on this brother...

Not just Nigeria, but all of Africa, this "escape thinking" is pervasive, especially for those who are educated in the true sense of the word.

Professor Enoch was stunned when he saw the American in front of him, but he was not bluffed like the black old man next to him, but frowned, "Who are you?"

"Let me introduce myself. I'm a reporter from The Washington Times. You can call me Lart," Lart patiently squeezed out a smile that didn't seem so hypocritical, and stretched out his right hand, "About Riemann Guess I want to chat with you, when is it convenient for you?"

If it wasn't for the big news, he simply wouldn't want to stay here any longer. He couldn't believe that from the time he left the airport to here, he had been extorted from 70,000 Naira...even though it was only a few hundred dollars, it still made him quite angry.

He swore that this was his last business trip here.

Professor Enoch looked Lart up and down, and said cautiously: "...my office is fine."

Professor Enoch's office is very messy, obviously not taken care of, the socks are even left on the textbooks, and the textbooks are obviously dusty, and there are even spider webs hanging on them.

Lart frowned, finally found a suitable place to stand, cleared his throat, and said.

"The thing is, we learned that at the end of 2015, you sent a letter to the Cray Institute, claiming to have proved the Riemann conjecture. But according to the "Daily Mail" interview, the Cray Institute No comment on your paper. After we learned about your situation, we immediately followed up on this matter..."

Sitting on the chair, Professor Enoch looked at Lart suspiciously, obviously not believing that he could help him get a million dollar prize, "My paper can be seen on Arxiv, why do you want to make a special trip to Come to Nigeria?"

Lart said sincerely, "I'm going to help you."

"Help me?" Professor Enoch rubbed his nose, "You might as well just give me the money..."

"It's not about the money, don't you feel very angry?" Laert stared at Professor Enoch and said bitterly, "I just listened to your class from beginning to end, and I think you are a very Excellent mathematician, but some people ignore your results because of your skin color. Obviously Russians, French-Peruvians, and even Chinese are recognized by the academic circles, but you are the only one who is excluded !"

Professor Enoch's expression was a little weird.

Because it was a white man who told him this.

The reporter did manage to stoke his ire, though.

Yes, obviously he also submitted his proof to Arxiv, why his paper was thrown into the category of "General Mathematics" and no one cares about it.

Laert stared into his eyes, and chased after the victory: "I just want to ask you one thing, can you ensure that the proof of Goldbach's conjecture is completed under the condition that Riemann's conjecture is established?"

"Of course," Professor Enoch said without hesitation, "it's easy."

Laert snapped his fingers, "OK, I will help you with the air ticket and visa issues, and at the same time, the "Washington Post" will reimburse you for your expenses along the way..."

"Wait!" Professor Enoch stopped Laert's words, "I don't understand what you mean, what do you want to do?!"

Laert: "We will arrange a report meeting for you in Princeton, report on the Riemann conjecture you proved, and under that function system, easily solve a series of prime number problems... For example, Goldbach conjecture .”

Of course, it's impossible in Lecture Hall 1 of the Institute for Advanced Study, but it doesn't matter in the nearby Princeton Hotel. As long as you pay there, you can cover it for a few days. In fact, many academic conferences are held in hotels.

After Laerte shared his thoughts with the South Korean benefactor, the money was sent over there quickly.

For Comrade Wen Mingming, it doesn't matter whether Hua Guo can be taken seriously. As long as he can disgust the neighboring countries, even if the PLA throws a "balloon" into the sea, he can make something out of it.

"Wait, wait, it's too fast, I haven't understood what you mean, you want me to give a report in Princeton?" Professor Enoch's eyes flickered.

It is one thing to submit a paper, but it is another thing to report on stage. In short, he is not the best preparation yet.

"Yes," Laert grinned.

Stared at by those eyes, Professor Enoch wanted to refuse, but couldn't speak, and finally swallowed.

This man is simply a devil...

After being silent for a long time, he thought about it carefully, and it seemed that there was nothing to lose to him. Teaching in Nigeria is not a promising career, no matter how bad it is, he can still take this opportunity to "hack" there.

Looking away, Enoch cleared his throat and said.

"I need a little time to prepare..."

Lart immediately asked, "How long?"

Enoch tentatively said, "Three months."

"It's too long," Laert shook his head. "Time waits for no one. You can add the details later. Listen, I don't ask you to convince Princeton professors, you just need to convince some legal persons of black rights protection organizations , as well as the sponsors behind them, and some congressmen who are paying attention to this matter."

"Okay, how long do you want me?" Enoch scratched his scalp and said grumpily, "Give me some time."

Laert raised three fingers: "Up to three days."

Enoch refused without thinking, "It's impossible!"

At least, he had to wait until his students turned in their homework.

Three days is not enough anyway.

Laert raised a finger expressionlessly: "Ten thousand dollars."

Without thinking about it, Enoch immediately said, "Deal!"