Chapter 873 Is He Alright?

It has to be said that Wang Zhengfei is a very shrewd businessman.

Although he hadn't thought about bargaining with Lu Zhou, but when he was about to speak, he keenly captured some unusual information from Lu Zhou's expression changes.

And this unusual information seems to indicate that Lu Zhou no longer wants to cooperate with them, but is ready to consider cooperation with other domestic semiconductor companies.

For example, Tsinghua Unigroup, which is not inferior in size to HiSilicon.

Almost at that moment, Wang Zhengfei made a decision.

If Xingkong Technology cooperates with Tsinghua Unigroup or other companies in the semiconductor industry, then the key to the new era of carbon-based semiconductors will slip from their hands to competitors.

At that time, if Huawei does not want to miss the era of carbon-based chips, it can only pay a higher price to buy these chips from semiconductor companies that have mastered this technology. And by then, even if HiSilicon is still under their absolute control, it won't make much sense anymore.

It is true that Hisilicon is Huawei's basic disk, but if it cannot conform to the trend of the times, no matter how important it is, it will eventually be emptied by the times.

On the surface, it seems that they have made a compromise, but in fact this is not a kind of retreat.

Some costs have been paid, but the rewards for these costs can make HiSilicon Semiconductor even stronger, and also make Huawei's products more competitive in the international market...

This is far more reliable than guarding a so-called basic market that may be surpassed or even eliminated at any time when the new era comes...

Thinking of this, Wang Zhengfei, who was still a little heavy at first, suddenly felt a lot better in his heart.

I made such a decision by myself, definitely not because of licking that Academician Lu.

It is a win-win choice after weighing the pros and cons!

...

After leaving Jinling by plane, Molina did not return to Princeton immediately, but returned to her hometown, France, and started her seven-day vacation.

Everyone needs to rest, relax the wind-up clockwork in the brain, and forget about troubles for a while.

Molina is no exception.

While for her, her hobbies and her career overlap, it's not always fun to have a great career.

Especially when faced with competitive pressure from other scholars...

This trip to Huaguo can be said to exhaust her physically and mentally.

The successive blows in her "career" almost made her doubt her life.

If she hadn't been encouraged by the portrait of Professor Abel hanging in her grandfather's house, she would have even given up the idea of ​​Zhengxing this mathematical family.

The old man in a nightgown knocked on the door, pushed open the wooden door of Molina's room, and looked at the granddaughter who was sitting in front of the desk in a daze. There was a hint of distress in the old man's eyes.

"Still thinking about that question?"

"No, that's after I return to Princeton," Molina shook her head. "At least for the past seven days, I don't want to think about any math problems."

Old man: "Your father teaches at the Ecole Normale Supérieure de Paris, you haven't seen each other for a long time, why don't you consider coming back here?"

Molina replied without thinking: "Princeton's environment is more suitable for me. There are many excellent scholars there. Even a cup of afternoon tea can spark many ideas."

The old man persuaded: "However, there are many excellent scholars in the Paris Ecole Normale Supérieure."

Molina said blankly, "But I don't like Paris. Paris is full of rubbish now."

What's more, she didn't really want to see her father.

It's not because of any conflict between father and daughter, it's just because they don't have much affection. Her father and she are probably the same kind of people, who have dedicated all of themselves to the great cause of mathematics, not just life, but also all feelings.

From a very young age she lived in the countryside in Paris, in her grandfather's ancestral home, until she received an offer from a full-time boarding school and went to Princeton to complete her university studies.

It can be said that this is the only thing she cares about this place.

Seeing the stubborn expression on his granddaughter's face, the old man opened his mouth, and finally the thousand words turned into a sigh.

"Well... my granddaughter, I hope you are happy anyway. Math isn't all you have."

"Maybe," Molina glanced at the portrait of Abel on the wall, "but in my opinion, it is all I am. At least he accompanied me through my childhood, and I want to do something What... like fulfilling your unfulfilled obligations."

Hearing these words, a trace of pain flashed in the old man's eyes.

Holding the edge of the wall, he walked to the sofa and sat down. He sighed softly and spoke in a persuasive tone.

"Some things require talent, especially in the field of art... Even painters who have studied in the same school, the world they see is different, and the world under the brush is even more different. In my understanding, mathematics is like It's an art, my dear granddaughter, can you see what I mean?"

"I don't understand," Molina shook her head, looked up at the portrait on the wall, a trace of confusion appeared in her eyes, "I don't understand, since I'm a descendant of Abel, why don't even a little bit of his wisdom Unable to share."

Looking at Molina who was struggling in this vortex, the old man had a hesitant expression.

"Molina, there is one thing... I have been a little hesitant to tell you."

"whats the matter?"

Opening his mouth, the cloudy pupils appeared, and the old man finally shook his head and said nothing.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it."

Molina: "..."

...

The seven-day holiday passed quickly.

Feeling fully recovered from the blow, Molina set out on her way back to Princeton. When she got off the plane at the New York airport and took a taxi to Princeton, she turned on her mobile phone and logged on to Arxiv to take a look.

There are a lot of preprints on the numerical proof of ε hanging on it. Regardless of whether these unreviewed papers are, it seems that someone has pushed ε to less than 1/10,000.

It took seven days to reduce one part in 60 million to one ten thousandth, which is already a considerable progress.

The critical zone is approaching the finish line step by step. Because of the emergence of the hyperelliptic curve analysis method, this research idea has been deposited for a century and is not favored by anyone, and there is even a faint tendency to catch up with the research ideas beyond the critical line.

Thinking of this, Molina couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency in her heart.

Although I don't want to admit that it took only one month for Lu Zhou to leave behind the results of her years of research, but I have to admit that the "hyperelliptic curve analysis method" he released is indeed excellent. It has affected the entire analytic number theory community...

Although the research ideas for exploring Riemann's conjecture are different, it is better to study his paper...

Molina convinced herself in her heart that she just wanted to know what step her opponent had made. Even though his research results were indeed excellent, she did not intend to give up the proof of the direction of the critical line because of this.

Well, just researching it...

After returning to Princeton, she left her luggage in the dormitory, and without even a second of rest, Molina got up and went to the library not far from the dormitory building, and found the activity room that she and Vera had applied for from the school. .

However, just when she opened the door and walked into the activity room, and saw Vera, she froze there.

"……What’s wrong with you?"

I saw that fair face was full of unnatural paleness at the moment, and the long pale golden hair seemed to be covered with a layer of gray, losing a lot of luster. Compared with the time when she left Princeton, at this moment she is like a withering narcissus, so haggard that it makes people feel distressed.

Noticing Molina, Vera forced a weak smile on her face.

"It's okay, I just have a cold."

Although it was a comforting tone, the voice was not at all reassuring.

Without saying a word, Molina grabbed the slender shoulders with both hands, bent down and rested her forehead on hers.

Feeling the heat from her forehead, her heart trembled slightly, and she straightened up immediately.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

"No, I've already seen it," Vera avoided Molina's serious gaze with a sickly red cloud on her cheeks, and looked aside, "The doctor prescribed me some medicine... soon Get better."

Glancing at her suspiciously, Molina let go of her hand on Vera's shoulder.

"real?"

"Um."

Just as she was talking, Vera felt her throat a little itchy, so she took out a tissue from the table, covered her mouth and coughed a few times.

However, at this moment, whether it was an illusion or not, Molina suddenly glimpsed out of the corner of her eye that there was a faint red mark on the piece of paper she threw into the wastebasket.

Is she really all right?

The worry in Molina's heart became more and more intense.

Not only from the standpoint of collaborators, they have been very good friends since last year.

As if unwilling to make Molina worry too much about herself, Vera squeezed out a comforting smile from her face.

"Put my affairs aside for now, and tell me what you have seen and heard in Jinling."

Molina opened her mouth and was silent for a while, but finally compromised under the gaze of that gentle gaze, sighed in resignation, and spoke.

"...Which part do you want to start listening to?"

A shyness flashed across the little girl's face.

"Of course... the part about him."

"After so many years away from Princeton, how is he doing?"