Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

The entrance to the auditorium.

Participants were essentially admitted.

Standing next to the temporary checkpoint, the staff member in the black suit looked at the watch and saw that the time was almost up, and made a gesture to the colleague next to him indicating that he had taken away the security equipment.

At this point, not far from the tree-lined trail, suddenly hummed over two men dressed in formal clothes.

Two entrance tickets were hastily removed from his arms. Wang Zhengfei, who was already quite young, gasped twice on his knees and smiled with apologies at the staff member standing at the door.

“… Hello, this is our entrance ticket. ”

The staff member looked at the ticket in his hand and said expressionlessly.

“You're late. ”

Wang Zhengfei made an apologetic expression, without a shelf, and said sincerely.

“I'm really sorry! The journey from the airport to here was delayed by traffic jams. I've been waiting a long time for this report, please let me in. ”

The man who guarded the door didn't say anything, just glanced at him, exchanged sights with his peers on the other side, took out the booking needle and pressed something on his ticket, then made an inbound gesture.

Wang Zhengfei smiled on his face, thanked the place behind him, and quickly gave an eye to the secretary beside him, taking him into the auditorium in a hurry.

“… Boss, what are we wasting time with a janitor? ”

Reminds me of the previous attitude of the doorman, followed by the secretary behind the boss, the expression on his face is still a little angry.

After hearing this, Wang Zhengfei laughed.

“Weird? ”

The secretary hesitated slightly, but nodded quickly.

Wang Zhengfei smiled lightly and pointed in the direction of the door.

“Those at the doorstep are either the all-time or the national security. ”

……

The briefing will begin in a few minutes.

Found the seat corresponding to the ticket in the back row, Wang Zhengfei instantly felt a little unusual from the atmosphere of the venue.

It has to be said that Professor Lu is indeed the world's leading scholar.

The magnitude of the presentation, and the atmosphere of his voice, was not really a report of an academic nature, but rather a world-renowned symphony concert.

And what he played was the beginning of an era.

Wang Zhengfei doesn't know what kind of magic is in his mind, why he is also following the acceleration of heartbeat, bloodshed, and exciting sweat in his palms at this moment. He also has no idea what kind of magic those incomprehensible characters are, which can put so many people in a fanatical gaze...

“Is he really only in his twenties? ”

When the boss suddenly asked, the secretary sitting next to him hesitated and nodded his head.

“Yes on file...”

Wang Zhengfei nodded and didn't say anything.

After a while, his chin pointed forward.

“By the way, can you see what's up there? ”

Looking at the face of the secretary, Wang Zhengfei regained his sight.

“Forget it, when I didn't ask. ”

……

The report will officially begin!

Inside the original boiling auditorium, there was an instant rush of horses.

Like a hundred birds chasing Phoenix, a pair of sights focused on the stage, on the shadow that was not necessarily majestic.

Slowly walking up to the stage, the ark looked around at the venue, then looked back at the screen hanging on the wall and said slowly.

“I believe you've all read my thesis. ”

“The main purpose of the briefing was to answer a number of questions about the Associate Lehman Proof of Thoughts. ”

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

“I may repeat very quickly, which will take about twenty minutes, and I hope you will listen carefully. ”

Go ahead, the ark turned around and walked to the whiteboard closest to him, picked up the marker pen and wrote down the first line of the briefing, which was also the most central line of formula.

[zeta (s) = 2 ^ s · π ^ (s-1) sin (πs2) ● (1-s) zeta (1-s) …]

This is exactly the moment when this line of formula appears on the whiteboard.

In the crowd sitting under the stage, two people contracted their pupils slightly, about the same time.

“Interesting," he said, touching his chin and staring excitedly at the formula on the white board, Tao Zhexuan sitting in the front row said to himself, “Introducing the function directly here… is the intention to construct its analytical continuity directly? If so, he might have narrowed the length of the proof by two pages. ”

Sitting next to Professor Tao, faceless Professor Fartings glanced at the corner of his mouth.

“What can it be? The core argument is wrong, even if you play with some fine-grained sculpture tricks. The fact that it is a proof of failure cannot be changed if the case is called off again.

Tao Zhexuan: “Not necessarily. ”

Faltines looked at him and said, "Oh? ”

“At first I was just like you thought, there was a problem with page 27, line 3, position pair 3, using the up-tune method directly to launch Formula 11,” said Tao Zhexuan, suddenly pausing for a moment, "but now I really want to understand what he means. ”

Faltines glanced at him, but he didn't say anything and moved his gaze away quite plainly.

It's superfluous to say anything at this time.

Quietly enough.

The formula on the whiteboard is like a string of notes, with a rhythm dancing under the brush strokes, and this press conference, which focuses on tens of thousands of people, continues slowly in this strange quiet.

Stand on the podium.

Stand in front of the whiteboard.

The canoe with the marker pen in its hand has completely forgotten the outside world and has forgotten its position. It simply deliberately portrays the puzzle in its own mind, one by one, in this world.

The wall mounted pins have inadvertently passed fifteen small points.

Paused the marker pen in his hand, the ark took a deep breath and took two steps backwards.

Proof is over.

For him, who had already taken the hill a month earlier, there was no difficulty in itself.

But the really difficult place is waiting behind him.

On this issue, which concerns the very foundation of the entire mathematical building, I am sure that Mr. Fartings will not have any water discharge either.

And when he turns around, the real confrontation must begin.

At this moment, however, the ark does not have much room in its heart.

Instead, there is a little anticipation.

His opponent was the first under the “mathematical pope", known as the man closest to Grotendic. And his challenge is precisely his most familiar Lehman conjecture, and his own methods and even mathematical tools stem from his most familiar EGA-Algebraic Geometry Bible.

Taking a gentle, deep breath, the ark lowered its marker pen.

Turning around, he turned to the silent reporting room of the raven and said in a calm voice.

“That's the basics. ”

“Next, proceed to the questioning session. ”

Almost at the moment the voice falls.

It is almost a testament to the expectations in the heart of the ark.

A lean right hand, trembling and trembling, lifted forcefully and slowly.

Though holding a hand has little power, it shines like a torch in this silent auditorium.

Facing everyone's gaze, Professor Fartings took off his dome cap and stood up expressionlessly.

“I have a problem! ”

“With regard to this step on page 17, line 11, the Rapporteur is also requested to provide a detailed explanation. ”