Chapter 429

Although Rio de Janeiro is hosting the International Congress of Mathematicians for the first time, there are not a few international mathematics conferences held before that.

According to Mr. Wang Shicheng, this is his seventh visit to this city, so he is quite familiar with it.

I called other Chinese mathematicians who came here to give a 45-minute report. The original group of four turned into a dozen or so people. Academician Wang led the way to a Sichuan restaurant on the street near the hotel.

The owner of this restaurant is a native of Shancheng. It is said that he used to be a dispatched employee of PetroChina, but later found that it was more profitable to open a restaurant here, so he simply resigned and started a restaurant here. Later, the business became more and more popular, and he simply immigrated. Now that he has married a wife and had children locally, he has settled down.

The boss obviously knew Academician Wang, and when he heard that they were mathematicians attending the International Congress of Mathematicians, he readily gave them a 10% discount.

Later, when he heard that Lu Zhou was also here, this cheerful brother from the mountain city didn't give them any discounts.

Looking at Lu Zhou who insisted on paying, the boss pushed his hand away without saying a word, and said with a smile.

"Now the whole Chinese community in South America is spreading rumors that Professor Lu from Princeton won the first Fields Medal in our country. It is my honor for you to come to my place for dinner. I will invite you for this meal! If you also get the Nobel Prize, come to my restaurant in the future and eat it openly, and it will be free for as many people as you bring!"

Hearing this sentence, Secretary Cheng who was standing next to him smiled and said, "I'm afraid this is a bit difficult. There is no Nobel Prize in Mathematics."

Zhang Wei's expression was a bit subtle: "No, maybe Professor Lu really has hope..."

Xu Chenyang also nodded: "Indeed."

Although the Nobel Prize in Mathematics does not exist, there is still hope for the Nobel Prize in Chemistry.

Last year, Lu Zhou received the Hoffman Medal in Germany, and earlier, he also received the Adams Prize in Chemistry. This is a relatively well-known event in the Chinese mathematics circle.

Secretary Cheng: ...?

Seeing the boss's firm attitude, in the end Lu Zhou stopped insisting and accepted the kindness.

At the dinner table, after everyone got to know each other for a while, Wang Shicheng, chairman of the Huaguo Mathematical Society, raised his glass and said to Lu Zhou in a solemn tone.

"On behalf of the Huaguo Mathematical Society, I would like to offer you a toast. I congratulate you on winning the Fields Medal and thank you for bringing this honor to the Huaguo Mathematics community."

After clinking glasses with Academician Wang, Lu Zhou said modestly, "I dare not take it. I just did what I should do."

After killing it in one gulp, Academician Wang said with a smile: "I know, our research and learning are the first. As for the awards, those are icing on the cake, but no matter how you say it, I have to respect you for this cup."

"God Lu, I also offer a toast. It doesn't represent anyone, but myself." Xu Chenyang smiled heartily and raised his glass, "If you have the opportunity to come to Yanda International Mathematics Research Center in the future, the only one in the world It’s a research institute in a courtyard, it’s not bad to go there as a tourist.”

"Thank you," Lu Zhou replied with a smile, "I will definitely visit you if you have the chance!"

Originally, Lu Zhou didn't plan to drink too much, but on this day of celebration, everyone is very enthusiastic, and Lu Zhou himself is very happy.

After a few rounds of drinking, even though he could drink well, he was still slightly tipsy.

But on the other hand, taking this rare opportunity, Lu Zhou also got to know a lot of Chinese mathematics experts.

For example, Xu Chenyang, Weishen, Yunshen, Zhang Pingwen, etc...

Although there is no recognition of the Fields Medal, the Fields Medal has never been the only criterion for judging whether a mathematician is great. In academia, they are respectable scholars whose work is very important and cannot be ignored.

This meal took a long time, and it was not until two o'clock that Lu Zhou returned to the hotel drunk.

He happened to be standing next to the elevator in the hotel lobby, and when he saw Lu Zhou coming towards him, Schultz was slightly taken aback.

"The evening is the banquet, you drank too much."

Lu Zhou shook his head: "I didn't."

Schultz teased: "Drunk people say that about themselves? Do you still have your medal?"

There was some reaction to this sentence, Lu Zhou subconsciously touched the inner pocket of his chest.

"Of course I'm still there...I just said I'm not drunk."

Schultz raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll test you with a question."

Lu Zhou: "What's the problem?"

Schultz smiled: "For the elliptic curve E defined on the finite field, the most general Hasse-Weil-L function should be the automorphic L function of GLn on the algebraic number field, and these automorphic L functions can be uniquely decomposes into a product of "standard" L-functions."

Since the mathematics level was raised to LV7, Lu Zhou always felt more and more sensitive to the memory of mathematics in the fuzzy memory area of ​​his brain.

Maybe it was just an inadvertent glance in a certain book or a certain paper before, and things that can only be remembered by going back and looking through the documents, can be recalled only with a vague sense of déjà vu.

Similarly, Lu Zhou always felt that he had heard or seen this sentence somewhere.

After thinking for a while with his head down, Lu Zhou burped.

"It's a very interesting statement. If I'm not mistaken, it's probably a problem in the direction of algebraic geometry... so?"

Taking a step forward, Schultz said seriously: "No, I just want to know 'why'?"

"My dear Mr. Schultz, I don't have a hundred thousand whys, it is impossible to know all the problems..."

Lu Zhou frowned and tried to concentrate. He tried to think for a while, and finally shook his head, "I don't know, this question is too difficult. And I have a hunch that if I want to understand this question, I'm afraid it will waste three months of my time... ... maybe half a year."

Hearing this sentence, Schultz's eyebrows twitched fiercely.

half a year...

This guy was really drunk.

The expression he said earlier is one of the many conjectures about the Artin-L function in the Langlands program, and it is also a very classic algebraic geometry proposition.

He has tried countless methods over the past year, and although he has achieved certain results, the most critical part is that he can't do it.

Similarly, he didn't think Lu Zhou could figure it out, but he just hoped to hear different opinions from different people, maybe he could have some unexpected inspirations.

Taking a deep breath, Schultz asked patiently: "Well, do you have any good ideas on this issue? Or ideas are fine."

Lu Zhou frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly loosened his brows, and said with a drunken smile: "If you want to prove that the above automorphic L function can be uniquely decomposed into the product of 'standard' L functions, you must first prove that the automorphic L function Keeping the uniqueness of L function decomposition... In this case, why not try to prove it through the method of group representation theory or analysis method? I think you can give it a try. "

In fact, Lu Zhou didn't really understand this stuff. His understanding of algebraic geometry was limited to what Deligne taught him, and some deeper propositions were only understood, but never studied in depth.

It is precisely because of this that he always feels a little ashamed of his patriarch. Although he holds Gruntendyck's suicide note, he never thought of going to France to receive this mathematical inheritance.

Under normal circumstances, Lu Zhou would definitely not talk about things he didn't understand very well.

but drunk...

That's bad.

He thought of something, thought there was nothing wrong with it, and probably said it casually.

Listening to Lu Zhou's drunken nonsense, Schultz sighed, shrugged and said, "I'll help you get some hangover medicine from the organizer..."

Group representation theory and analysis methods, such a general thing...

and many more.

Reminiscent of the bottlenecks he encountered in his research, Schultz frowned slightly, let out a light sigh, and folded his arms and began to think seriously.

Seeing Schultz who suddenly didn't speak, Lu Zhou was slightly stunned.

"...I just said it casually, so don't take it to heart."

"No...Maybe, what you said makes sense," Schultz said thoughtfully, circling the exaggeratedly long hair with his index finger, "Why don't you try the wheel method or the analysis method? You are right, I Why didn't I expect..."

Lu Zhou: ...?

While talking to himself, this Germanic young man with fluttering hair seems to have completely forgotten the sober medicine that he had agreed upon, and just walked away...