Chapter 249 The Call From Stockholm

Lart got his wish and got the big news he wanted.

However, it's not about Lu Zhou.

It's about him, and the Washington Times scandal.

On the second day after the report meeting, when he was in a hurry to find Professor Enoch who had disappeared, a recording was released on the Internet.

To be precise, two paragraphs.

One section was in the office, where he and his colleagues discussed how to fabricate big news and discussed how to instigate various rights protection organizations to come out on the platform, which not only mixed with a lot of discriminatory words, but also ridiculed the rights protection organizations into fools.

As for the other passage, it was in Nigeria, in Professor Enoch's office.

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"Up to three days."

"This is impossible!"

"Ten thousand dollars."

"make a deal!"

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If the first recording only made him angry, then after listening to the second recording, cold sweat broke out on Lalte's back in a flash.

Not because his career is about to take a hit.

It's the problem exposed/exposed behind the recording.

If the first recording could be explained by the fact that there was an insider in the editorial department, then the second recording, even if he wanted to break his head, couldn't figure out how to explain it.

That's Africa!

It's across the Atlantic Ocean!

In order to keep it secret, he clearly went there alone on a business trip. It is impossible for someone to plant a bug in Professor Enoch's office in advance. It's impossible for him, not to mention the security check at the airport, he also took a shower and changed clothes in the hotel...

unless……

There were people following him all the way.

From a scientific point of view, it can only be explained in this way.

Looking at the pale Laerte, Bass just came over to comfort him, but he jumped up from the chair as if reflexively, and hid aside in fear.

"Do not touch me!"

Seeing the suspicion and panic in Laert's eyes, Bass, who was belatedly aware of it, froze for a moment, and said hesitantly, "...what's wrong with you?"

No one in the editorial department spoke, and everyone buried their heads in their work.

Lalter looked around in panic, his eyes swept across every face, trying to find the sight that was watching behind him, but in the end it was all in vain.

Bass wanted to say something, but when he saw the expression on Editor-in-Chief Laert's face, he couldn't say anything.

Ignoring Bass, Laert suddenly opened the drawer, turned out all the documents inside, and dumped them on the table. Both hands desperately searched for something like a recording pen or a bug that might be hidden in the dark.

If he can find it, it will bring him some comfort.

However, no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find the source of the leaked recording.

It is precisely because of this that the fear in his heart is getting stronger and stronger.

Reason told him that it is absolutely impossible for an ordinary scholar to have this kind of ability, and there must be other people intervening behind it.

Reminiscent of the political significance of the Goldbach conjecture to neighboring countries, and the fact that neighboring countries have expressed dissatisfaction with their fabricated news more than once, and even expressed condemnation through the mouth of the official media several times, and now they suddenly ignore it...

Driven by his professionalism and with the help of the limited materials in his head, Laerte completely let his imagination go wild, and his face became paler and paler.

Could it be...

Before that, he was already "targeted"?

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Regarding the follow-up of the scandal that broke out in the "Washington Times", Lu Zhou did not pay attention or pay attention to it. He only heard about it through Senior Brother Luo. .

Although making news is a method, once it is put on the stage, and it is still a means of bribing the parties, its nature is far worse than those who give money to pose for a photo.

The scandal would follow Laerte for the rest of his life, marking his career.

At least, it is almost impossible to continue to be a reporter.

In the last week of May, the dust on Goldbach's conjecture finally settled. With the publication of the latest issue of "Annals of Mathematics", this building, which has been precipitated for two and a half centuries, has finally sealed its dome.

Although I don't know how many related topics and papers will be cut off, and how many people will be frustrated because of this, but these are not things that Lu Zhou needs to consider.

Institute for Advanced Study, restaurant on the first floor.

In order to save trouble, Lu Zhou's lunch has been settled here recently.

"You did a bad thing," Edward Witten said with a smile as he sat across from Lu Zhou with a dinner plate, "I don't know how many people have missed a chance to write a paper on water."

"Yeah, I did a bad thing." Lu Zhou said with a smile.

In terms of the "bad things" he has done, he must not have done as many as Witten.

Kink theory was very popular in the 1980s. How many different 3-manifolds, multiplied by how many different gauge groups, can construct as many kink invariants similar to Jones polynomials... As a result, this big guy with a background in history , a set of topological methods for shear flow regimes is given directly, and the entire family of kink invariants is exhausted.

Of course, "bad things" are just a joke, and the elderly have done a lot of "good things", such as the creation of M theory, which is an exaggeration to say that it has solved at least ten years of project funding problems for theoretical physicists all over the world .

Edward Witten asked in a chatty tone: "I know you won't be free, what's next? What interesting topic do you plan to study?"

Lu Zhou thought for a while and replied, "Materials."

Witten was stunned for a moment, and asked in confusion: "Materials? May I ask, why is it Materials?"

"To be precise, it is computational materials science." After a pause, Lu Zhou smiled and continued, "When I was an undergraduate at Jin University, I participated in similar research projects, and I think computational materials science is a very important subject. A discipline with potential. The potential is in its malleability and predictability, and I feel like I can do something about it.”

Witten gave a thumbs up and said with a smile: "I see, that is to say, you plan to create your own discipline? This is indeed a very challenging idea."

Lu Zhou smiled embarrassedly and said, "It's not about creating a discipline. It's just that in the early stage of the development of this discipline, according to my own understanding, it affects the development process of this discipline... I can't say whether it is a push or a hindrance. Maybe I will You might do a lot of 'bad things'."

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Enough laughing, Professor Witten cleared his throat, and continued: "I don't know much about materials science, but if you are interested in organic materials science, I recommend Professor Paul J. Chiric to you, he are experts in the field.”

Lu Zhou nodded: "Thank you, I will consider your suggestion. However, let's talk about it when I come back from my hometown. After being busy for so long, I also need a vacation."

Witten said in a relaxed tone: "Yes, you should really relax."

As for which paper to use to complete the task of the system, Lu Zhou has already planned it.

He estimated that there should be a result from the patent attorney.

When returning to China this time, in addition to dealing with the matter of the degree, he will also solve this matter by the way.

At this moment, the cell phone in his pocket rang suddenly.

Lu Zhou took out his phone and looked at it, only to find that it was an unfamiliar call.

"I'll take a call."

Witten smiled casually and said, "It's okay, don't worry about me."

After pressing the connect button, a strange voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Lu Zhou, we are the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences."

Hearing this name, Lu Zhou was silent for a while, and exchanged a puzzled look with Witten who was sitting opposite.

Then……

He was instantly shocked.

The Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences? !

Hold the grass? !

Difficult, could it be...

This is what the legend says...

Nobel prize phone? !