Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Like this top wealthy neighborhood, any new cars need to be registered.

Especially since the Ark entered the area, the security phase of the entire area has risen by more than one level, and security has improved considerably along with the surrounding scenic area.

Even the ship's own car is no exception in terms of procedure.

Turning down the key, he pushed Wang Peng, who had stopped the car, open the door. After getting out of the car, he said with emotion.

“This car is stable enough. ”

Because of his work, he's driven a lot, both high-end imported and custom-made, but this one gives him the feeling of being in the top three, at least.

It is even harder to do this considering that this is still a purely electric car that has not developed for many years.

He moved his lower shoulder, and the ark standing at the door laughed: "That's necessary. ”

Wang Peng: “Isn't it cheap? ”

Ark: “It's not cheap to know, but it's probably the only one in the world...”

Wang Peng was silent for a while and was emotional.

“Poverty limits my imagination. ”

When he heard this, Ark Zhou suddenly scolded: “Just pretend that you've driven tens of millions of tanks. What's a sedan like? ”

Wang Peng touched his nose and coughed dry.

“I've never really driven a tank, hitchhiking at most...”

Ark: “…”

Yes, I can.

He just said, "I didn't expect this guy to actually sit in a tank."

The ark suddenly got a little curious about how this guy lived before he became a bodyguard.

Turning to the car key in his hand, Wang Peng looked at the ark and asked: “I'll check the car. It may take five or six minutes. Are you waiting for me here or walking back? ”

By the time we get to the neighborhood, there's nothing wrong with security anymore.

The whole neighborhood is now afraid of being the safest place in Jinling, not to mention intelligence agents from other countries, the kind that even a fly can't fly into.

“I'll just go back myself, come back tomorrow to pick me up, I don't have any other arrangements at night, I don't need a car. ”

Wang Peng nodded his head and said: "Well, I'll be right back. ”

“No problem... don't overhaul my car, it's almost enough.” Halfway through, the ark was still a little uncomfortable and re-ordered immediately after.

Looking at the tense appearance of the ark, Wang Peng smiled softly and said: “Don't worry, I promise you what it will look like when you drive away and what it will look like when you drive back. ”

“I can remember that! ”

At the end of the day, he looked in love at the cool sedan he had just gotten, and the ark turned toward his villa.

Back home, he threw his trench coat on the couch, looked at Egg, rubbed his hand against its monitor, told him to make himself a cup of coffee, and then the ark headed toward the study on the second floor.

It's been a while since his thesis was uploaded, and in the mathematical world, where gossip is scarce, I'm afraid it's all over the world.

But it's not what people say that makes him care, it's what the Mathematics Yearbook says.

Although the general review process is not so fast, his manuscripts are sent directly to the editorial mailbox, not to the general review process, and any results will be visible soon.

The logged-in computer checked the mailbox, and an unread email was actually lying inside.

No surprise, the email came from the editorial department of the Mathematics Yearbook.

[Dear Professor Lu, We have received your contribution and thank you for choosing our journal to publish this amazing research. Currently, we are entering the peer review process, but as you know, there are not many scholars working in this area who have academic authoritative results, and we are reaching out to the appropriate reviewers. If things go well, we'll notify you first to proceed to the next stage of the review of your draft.

There has been no progress in research thinking about the direction of the critical belt for almost a century, and even if Lehman assumes that there are still a few people studying it, few people will choose this direction as an entry point.

And quite unfortunately, this thing is biased and quite important in parsing mathematics, otherwise it wouldn't be called a quasi-Liman conjecture.

To put it this way alone may be somewhat difficult to understand, in short, if a scholar could solve the problem, he would undoubtedly get one of the ten Fields Awards that Lehman thought was "equivalent”.

Besides, I don't know, the biggest one.

No one has been able to move the right boundary of the critical zone to the left for a century, even a tiny bit, so desperately that many people think this proof line is not working, but now suddenly someone is shifting Re (s) = 1 to the left to Re (s) = 1-ε (ε 0), proving that the boundary of the critical zone can be moved inward!

What does that mean?

It may just be an unconscious piece of news for ordinary people.

But for the mathematical world, it's like discovering a new continent!

And that's why it's not easy to find a reviewer.

Given the academic status of the Ark itself and his connections in academia, at least not too many scholars can be found, and, out of suspicion, avoid Princeton University, where he used to work, as well as those close to him…

In this way, it also seems that only Professor Fartings, with a strange temper, is best suited to serve as the reviewer. And it just so happens that Professor Fartings' field of study covers both algebraic geometry and analytical mathematics...

However, although he is the most suitable reviewer, it also depends on whether he has the time himself.

After all, choosing a problem with such a big proposition is a rather difficult thing to think about...

“I hope Mr. Fartings can spare some time. ”

At this point, the door of the study opened gently, and a four-wing drone came in steadily with hot, airy coffee in its bottom claws.

“Master, your coffee.✧"

“Put it on the table for me. ”

“Okay, master. ” (• ̀ ∀ • ́)

The drone landed steadily at the corner of the desk, dropped the coffee cup and swayed out of the study.

Looking at the bubbles that came out of the lower right corner of the computer with the words [Please enjoy (* Ω *)], the ark couldn't help but smile and grabbed a quick sip of the coffee cup.

“Thank you, it's delicious. ”

Put the coffee on the table and the ship dragged the read mail into the trash.

An unread message suddenly flew into his inbox just as he was about to close the mailbox page, continue his unfinished research, and move the ε value closer to the ultimate goal of 12.

Slightly stunned, the ark docked the mail.

When he saw that familiar address, his subconscious held his breath for half a second.

[Professor, are you studying Lehman's assumptions?