Chapter 347 Two Invitation Letters

Lu Zhou swore.

He has been in the United States for so long, and this is the first time he has heard such a weird request.

Staring blankly at Ricardo, who had a runny nose and tears, Lu Zhou asked subconsciously.

"Is prison food in federal prisons that good?"

"It's not delicious..." Ricardo shook his head subconsciously, but then quickly changed his words, nodded with joy, "No, no, it's delicious, please send me to prison!"

Lu Zhou:? ? ?

Jericho: ? ? ?

Hold the grass, is this person crazy?

Jericho looked at Ricardo nervously, and had already taken out his mobile phone, ready to call the police.

As a native of the United States, he is obviously more aware of the dangers of mentally ill patients than Lu Zhou, and he also knows better how to deal with this situation.

However, Lu Zhou gestured to him, indicating that he didn't have to do this.

"Although I really want to help you..." Looking at Ricardo, Lu Zhou paused for a moment and said with some helplessness, "But you should be clear that the civil lawsuit that has been withdrawn should not be supplemented in principle. The court will not accept the same case repeatedly."

After listening to Lu Zhou's explanation, Ricardo's face turned pale, he took two steps back, and sat down on the street.

The security guard at the school gate moved his hand away from his baton, and the passers-by looked at him with even more confusion and curiosity. And Ricardo himself lowered his head with a pale face, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lu Zhou looked at him and sighed in his heart.

In fact, combining the cause and effect of the incident, and thinking of Professor Sarot's relieved expression, he probably already guessed what Ricardo was panicking about.

In a sense, the fate of being misunderstood as a double agent is often worse than that of commercial espionage in the usual sense. Whether it was an angry ExxonMobil or a stain on his professional resume, it was enough for him to say goodbye to his profession.

However, even if his experience deserves sympathy, Lu Zhou will not feel sorry for it.

poor person must have something mean.

If he hadn't fled to Exxon Mobil with the data in the first place, what would have been the end of it?

If he resigned normally, Lu Zhou might introduce some better places for him from the scholars and research institutions he knew.

But unfortunately, there are not so many ifs in the world.

Just like no one will compensate Exxon Mobil and Professor Stanley for their losses, someone has to pay the consequences...

...

Leaving the exhaust of the car behind him, Lu Zhou, who had been away from Princeton for a long time with the title of honorary professor of Columbia University, finally returned to this peaceful town.

When Jericho drove his Ford Explorer and stopped in front of the yard, Lu Zhou had just dragged the suitcase out of the trunk, and he received a warm welcome.

"Professor, you are finally back." Among them, Hardy is undoubtedly the most exaggerated. Looking at Professor Lu who has returned, this enthusiastic Brazilian guy said happily, "We were still betting, would you just be like this?" Stay there...I knew that you would not leave us alone."

Lu Zhou smiled, feeling warm in his heart.

However, just when he was about to say something, Qin Yue patted Hardy on the shoulder expressionlessly, and only spit out two words.

"Repay the money."

"Oh, damn...can't you wait for a while?" Hardy muttered, willing to bet and took a picture of Franklin on Qin Yue's hand.

Looking at the two of them, Vera, who was holding her mouth shut, couldn't hold back in the end, and let out a soft laugh.

Even Wei Wen, who had a cold face, couldn't help showing a smile.

Only Lu Zhou's face gradually lost his smile.

He didn't want to say anything other than MMP...

Asking Jericho to help him park the car in the garage, Lu Zhou walked into his cozy cabin with his suitcase.

However, as soon as he entered, he was stung by the dust in the room and sneezed.

The house hadn't been lived in for two months, not even through the wind.

Obviously, there is no way to live here until it has been thoroughly cleaned.

As for the kitchen, it is of course useless.

Considering that this might be the case at home, Lu Zhou originally planned to go to the Ivy Club for lunch.

But as it happened, all five of his students were here, and he was the only one besides Hardy who had obtained membership in the Ivy League.

It just so happened that the weather wasn't very hot today, so Hardy proposed a barbecue on the lawn, and immediately got everyone's unanimous consent.

So, a group of people took action quickly, dragged out the barbecue stove and folding table from the garage with Lu Zhou, and started a barbecue party on the lawn.

Sitting on the grass, eating the supposedly authentic Brazilian barbecue and drinking cold beer, Lu Zhou couldn't help feeling emotional.

Although the parties here are not as luxurious as those on Manhattan Island, they bring him a completely different kind of relaxation.

Sure enough, he still prefers to stay with his students.

At this time, Vera walked towards him with a plate.

After sitting next to him, the little girl chatted with him for a few words, and then reported to him the work during this period.

Including the teaching work of the number theory class in the past two months, including the results of the subject test, including the research progress of the Kakutani conjecture...

After listening to Vera's report, Lu Zhou nodded approvingly.

"Good job," he gave her an encouraging look, he smiled and continued, "Do you remember what I said before? I said that you will adapt to this job."

Vera's face blushed slightly, she looked away a little embarrassed, and continued speaking faster, "Also, while you were away, two letters were sent to your office. After you retrieved it, put it in the drawer on the right hand side of your desk."

Lu Zhou nodded with a smile: "I see, I will go to see it tomorrow."

Just back from Columbia University, he not only needs a day to pack his luggage, but also needs this time to adjust his state.

All day today, he has no plans to go to the Institute for Advanced Study.

But once tomorrow, everything will be back on track...

...

Spent the whole day at leisure.

In the early morning of the next day, Lu Zhou sent a visit and exchange report he had written at Columbia University to the Nassau Hall of Princeton University, and then went to the Institute for Advanced Study.

After returning to the office after a long absence, Lu Zhou sat down on the office chair and took out the two letters from the drawer on the right.

One is from the International Union of Mathematicians (IMU), and it is an invitation letter for the International Congress of Mathematicians to be held in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil on August 1 next year.

Without any surprise, he was invited by IMU to give a 60-minute report at the International Congress of Mathematicians.

Generally speaking, the report will be divided into two types: 45 minutes and 60 minutes. If nothing else, he may be the only Chinese scholar invited to give a 60-minute report at this International Congress of Mathematicians.

As for the other letter, an unexpected expression appeared on Lu Zhou's face.

The letter was sent across the ocean from Germany.

【Dear Mr. Lu Zhou, I am very sorry to interrupt your research in your busy schedule. Regarding your article "Theoretical Models of Electrochemical Interface Structures" recently published in "JACS", we have done detailed research and analysis, but there are still many questions...]

【...If time permits, we sincerely hope that you can come to Europe. We will arrange a report meeting for you, and there will be scholars from all over the world to witness this great moment together. 】

【——Max Planck Institute of Condensed Matter Physics】

After reading the letter from the beginning to the end, Lu Zhou couldn't help but feel a little strange.

There was nothing wrong with the letter itself.

It's just that what he doesn't understand is...

Why is the inviting party the Institute of Condensed Matter Physics?