Chapter 438 Coach, I Want to Sell Drones

The meeting resumes.

Stepping into the conference room, Professor Kleber slapped a stack of copies on the table, and gestured to the assistant behind him who was also holding a stack of papers, signaling him to send these papers.

The professors and engineers at the conference table looked at each other, wondering what Professor Kreber was planning to do.

Picking up the paper, Edore glanced briefly, frowning slightly.

"What is this?"

Putting his hands on the table, Professor Kreber said with bright eyes.

"This is what we've been waiting for!"

Uncomfortable to be stared at by that fanatical gaze, Udore hesitated.

"Are you sure this thing is reliable?"

Professor Kreber said in a very positive tone: "The author of the paper is Professor Lu from Princeton, this year's Fields Medal winner. If his mathematical model is not reliable, I can't think of anyone else in this world Models are more worthy of our trust."

"Plasma turbulence... turbulence... I get a headache when I see the word turbulence," the plasma physics expert sitting in the corner of the conference table pinched his brows after throwing the paper on the table, "I'm a plasma physicist. Experts, I’m not here to discuss fluid mechanics with you.”

Some professors were silent, staring at the papers in their hands with frowning, studying the complicated checking process. There are many big names in the Max Planck Society, not to mention visiting scholars from all over the world.

Among these people, there are always big cows who are proficient in mathematics.

But it doesn't matter if you're not proficient.

Just like Kreb.

Although he can't understand the part of the discussion, many people can still understand the mathematical model used as the conclusion and the supercomputing simulation results posted in the paper.

Staring at Professor Heisinger, Kleiber said in a serious tone: "I know this sounds weird. It is basically the consensus in the physics community that the problem of turbulence is unsolvable. But if this model is really reliable, we can use it to Modifying our control scheme to achieve the goal of reducing the collision of the plasma with the first wall."

After a long silence, Professor Heisinger finally made a decision.

"Then give it a try."

The best way to test the truth is practice.

Just like the only image model they are using, it is also summed up based on the experience of countless experiments.

Hearing this sentence, Edore was slightly moved, and looked at Professor Heisinger in disbelief, "Are you sure you want to change the plasma control scheme? Just because of this paper, which I don't know if it has a chance to be published?"

Professor Heisinger silently glanced at him.

"Do we have any other options?"

Changing control schemes is not an easy task.

But this kind of procedural modification is much easier than a systematic major modification...

...

After the paper was submitted, Lu Zhou didn't care about it anymore.

What is more interesting is that this time he posted the preprint on the Arxiv website, but after getting clicks from peers, it did not trigger the system's judgment on the completion of the task.

It seems that the judgment rules for such application-biased questions are still different from the proof of mathematical conjectures, and whether it is open or not may not be the only criterion for judging the completion of the task.

Carefully recalling the description of the mission, Lu Zhou remembered that the original words of the mission requirement were "to establish a mathematical model for the plasma turbulence phenomenon in the stellarator".

Does the judgment of the task also include that at least one stellarator must use his model?

If this is the case, this task may be a bit difficult...

Even for top journals like PRX, the possibility of being accepted by research institutions is not very high.

And most importantly, there are really too few stellarators in this world...

Of course, the possibility that there are problems in his research is not ruled out.

Although Lu Zhou feels that this possibility is very low...

In short, after confirming that the progress of the paper review has entered the peer review process, Lu Zhou slowed down the pace of his work a little.

From the NS equation to the research on plasma turbulence, except for the few days when he went to Brazil to hold a conference in the past six months, he basically didn't take much time off.

After all, he is not a machine, and he needs to rest...

On the lawn beside Carnegie Lake, a group of undergraduates are testing drones.

The annual autumn competition is about to start again, and now is the most critical moment for training.

As the club's consultant, or coach, Lu Zhou will also come here when he is not busy.

On the one hand, it is to point out some technical problems for these young men, and on the other hand, it is also taking this opportunity to blow some wind and bask in the sun by the lake.

Sitting next to Lu Zhou, Jimmy, the president of the club, pulled the grass next to his shoes, and suddenly said.

"Professor, I'm graduating next year."

"Oh? Maybe I can give you a good suggestion, such as recommending you some reliable professors."

Lu Zhou had a good impression of this freckle-faced boy.

Although he doesn't know many engineering professors, it's okay to ask people he knows about other professors.

However, to his surprise, Jimmy shook his head.

"I don't plan to go to higher education, I plan to graduate directly."

Lu Zhou glanced at him in surprise.

"Graduation? Have you thought about what to do?"

"Drone!" Staring at the little guy flying in the sky, Jimmy said with fascination, "I'm going to start a drone company, this is my dream."

Lu Zhouhan said: "This sounds...an interesting idea. But Jimmy, what are you going to use the drone for?"

Jimmy smiled and replied: "It can be used for many things, such as delivering couriers, or delivering pizza."

Drone delivery?

Hearing this word suddenly, I really miss it...

Looking at the little guy hovering in the sky, Lu Zhou couldn't help recalling his college days and the few papers he published in college.

I remember back then, he also received an offer from Shunfeng.

Suddenly, Lu Zhou couldn't help thinking, if he didn't reject the offer at that time, but chose to suspend his studies to study drone logistics in Shunfeng's laboratory, what is the situation now?

Life is such a wonderful thing...

Jimmy: "Professor?"

Lu Zhou came back to his senses: "What's wrong?"

"What do you think of the idea of ​​using drones to deliver couriers?" Jimmy looked at Lu Zhou seriously and asked for his opinion.

"A very good idea, how should I put it? I am also very optimistic about this project, but I have no investment plans recently—"

Jimmy smiled embarrassedly: "No, you misunderstood, I don't need your investment, my father is willing to lend me five million dollars in starting capital, this starting capital is enough for me."

Lu Zhou: "..."

Well, it seems that he is being sentimental.

But having said that, why besides his own students, he always feels that the few students who have a good relationship with him are local tyrants...

"If this is the case, take care of your future. I can't help you with other things, but I can recommend you a few good papers... Although it only outlines a general framework, it has not really been completed. " After a pause, Lu Zhou continued, "But they are published in general journals. I'm not sure if they are included in the database of the Flint Library. You may have to be patient when you look for them..."

This is probably the sadness of Pukan. Even if you make first-rate results, you will only get third-rate treatment in the end.

Although it was redeemed with points for completing missions, it was something produced by the system after all.

For a fair evaluation, Lu Zhou felt that the quality of those papers was good. Although it was a bit difficult to take apart to see the water, if he continued to work according to that framework, he should be able to produce good results.

But Jimmy didn't dislike him, his eyes lit up when he heard Lu Zhou's words, and he said immediately: "Please recommend it to me!"

Lu Zhou didn't talk nonsense, and took out the manuscript from his pocket.

He can't remember which academic conference this manuscript came from. He usually uses it to record inspiration, and it contains some calculations and symbols that only he can understand.

Tearing off a blank piece of paper, Lu Zhou wrote the name of the journal and the approximate date on it, and handed it to Jimmy.

"take it."

"thanks!"

Taking the note from Lu Zhou, Jimmy put it in his pocket like a treasure.

Seeing how much he attached importance to it, Lu Zhou hoped that the things he no longer needed could help him a little bit.

At this moment, the phone in his pocket vibrated twice.

Standing up, he patted the grass clippings on his pants. Lu Zhou walked to the lakeside path and took out his mobile phone in his pocket.

Xiao Ai: [Master, there is a new email! ()】

After glancing at the pop-up window on the screen, Lu Zhou clicked on the link and logged into the mailbox.

Coincidentally, there are two unread emails lying in the mailbox.

One was from PRX, informing him that the peer review had ended and the paper would be published in the latest issue of PRX.

As for the other letter, it is from the Institute of Plasma Physics of the Max Planck Society...