Chapter 861 I Have a Problem!

The door of the auditorium.

Participants have basically already entered the venue.

Standing next to the temporary ticket gate, the staff member in a black suit looked at his watch and saw that the time was almost up, so he gestured to the colleague next to him to take away the security equipment.

At this moment, two men in formal suits suddenly ran over from the tree-lined path not far away.

Hastily taking out two admission tickets from his bosom, Wang Zhengfei, who is no longer young, gasped for a few breaths while supporting his knees, and smiled apologetically at the staff member standing at the door.

"...Hi, here are our admission tickets."

I don't know if he didn't see his identity, or if he saw it but didn't care at all, the staff member glanced at the ticket in his hand and said expressionlessly.

"You are late."

Wang Zhengfei made an apologetic expression, without any airs, and said sincerely.

"I'm really sorry! The road from the airport to here was delayed for a while due to traffic jams. I've been looking forward to this report for a long time. Please, brother, let me go in."

The person guarding the door didn't say anything, just glanced at him indifferently, exchanged glances with his companion standing on the other side, took out something like a staple and pressed it on his ticket, and then He gestured to come in.

Wang Zhengfei showed a smile on his face, nodded his head in gratitude, then quickly winked at the secretary beside him, and led him into the auditorium in a hurry.

"...Boss, what are we doing wasting time with a janitor?"

Thinking of the attitude of the janitor before, the secretary following behind the boss still had a bit of aggrieved expression on his face.

After hearing this sentence, Wang Zhengfei chuckled.

"Strange?"

The secretary hesitated slightly, but nodded quickly.

Wang Zhengfei smiled faintly, and pointed in the direction of the door.

"The few standing at the door are either from the General Staff or from Guoan."

...

The report meeting will start in a few minutes.

Finding the seat corresponding to the ticket in the back row and sitting down, Wang Zhengfei instantly sensed something unusual from the atmosphere of the venue.

I have to say that Professor Lu really deserves to be a top scholar in the world.

In terms of the scale of this report and the atmosphere full of people, it is really not like an academic report, but like a symphony concert that has attracted worldwide attention.

And what he played was the beginning of an era.

Wang Zhengfei didn't know that he was a layman, why at this moment, his heartbeat was racing, his blood was rushing, and his palms were sweating with excitement. A lot of people sent fanatical attention...

"Is he really only in his twenties?"

Hearing the boss's sudden question, the secretary sitting next to him hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"The information is yes..."

Wang Zhengfei nodded and said nothing.

After a while, his chin pointed forward.

"By the way, do you understand what's on it?"

Seeing the bewildered expression on the secretary's face, Wang Zhengfei understood, and looked away.

"Forget it, pretend I didn't ask."

...

The report will officially start!

In the auditorium, which was originally full of voices, all horses fell silent in an instant.

Like a bird facing a phoenix, a pair of eyes focused on the podium, on that not-so-tall figure.

Walking up to the stage slowly, Lu Zhou glanced around the venue, then looked back at the curtain hanging on the wall, and said slowly.

"I believe everyone has read my thesis."

"The main purpose of this report is to answer some questions about the proof of the Quasi-Riemann Hypothesis."

"Of course, according to the process, I will quickly go through some key points."

"The speed of my retelling may be very fast. It will take about 20 minutes. I hope everyone will pay attention to it."

After that, Lu Zhou turned around, walked to the whiteboard closest to him, picked up a marker pen and wrote down the first line of this report, which is also the most core line of calculation.

【ζ(s)=2^s·π^(s-1) sin(πs/2)Γ(1-s)ζ(1-s)...】

It was also at the moment when this line of calculation appeared on the whiteboard.

Among the crowd sitting under the stage, the two of them constricted their pupils slightly at the same time.

"It's interesting," Tao Terence, who was sitting in the front row, said to himself, rubbing his chin and staring excitedly at the line of calculations on the whiteboard, "The Γ function is directly introduced here...in order to directly construct its analytic continuity Is it? If so, he may have reduced the length of the proof by a full two pages."

Sitting next to Professor Tao, the expressionless Professor Faltins glanced at the corner of his mouth.

"What can I do? The core part of the argument is wrong, even if some trivial tricks are played. No matter how amazing it is, it can't change the fact that this is a failed proof.

Terence Tao: "Not necessarily."

Faltings glanced at him: "Oh?"

"At the beginning, I thought the same as you. There is a problem in the position of line 3 on page 27 to directly use the cohomology method to formula 11 to derive formula 11," Terence Tao suddenly paused for a moment before continuing, "But now, I really want to understand a little bit what he means."

Faltings glanced at him sideways, but said nothing, and looked away very flatly.

Saying anything at this time is superfluous.

It is enough to watch quietly.

The calculation formulas on the whiteboard are like a string of flowing musical notes, dancing rhythmically under the sound of brushstrokes. This report meeting, which focuses on the attention of thousands of people, is slowly moving in this eerie silence. continue.

Stand on the podium.

Stand in front of the whiteboard.

Holding a marker pen in his hand, Lu Zhou has completely forgotten about the outside world and his own position. He just wholeheartedly traced the puzzle in his mind to this world stroke by stroke.

The minute hand hanging on the wall has passed fifteen dots without knowing it.

Stopping the marker pen in his hand, Lu Zhou took a deep breath, and took two steps back.

The proof is over.

For him who had conquered the mountain a month ago, this in itself was not difficult.

However, the real difficulty was waiting behind him.

On this kind of issue related to the foundation of the entire mathematical building, presumably Mr. Faltings will not have the slightest bit of water.

And the moment he turned around, the real showdown must have begun.

However, at this moment, Lu Zhou didn't have much anxiety in his heart.

On the contrary, it was filled with a little expectation.

His opponent is the first person under the "Pope of Mathematics", known as the man closest to Grothendieck. The field he is challenging is the Riemann Hypothesis he is most familiar with, and the methods and mathematical tools he uses originate from the EGA he is most familiar with, the Bible of Algebraic Geometry.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Zhou put down the marker pen in his hand.

Turning around, he faced the silent lecture hall and said in a calm voice.

"That's basically it."

"Next, enter the questioning session."

Almost at the moment when the voice fell.

It almost confirmed what Lu Zhou expected.

A skinny right hand was slowly raised tremblingly but vigorously.

Although there is not much strength in holding one hand, it is as dazzling as a torch in this silent auditorium.

Facing everyone's gaze, Professor Faltings took off the bowler hat on his head and stood up expressionlessly.

"I have a question!"

"As for the step on line 11 on page 17, please give a detailed explanation from the reporter."