Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

It has to be said that Wang Zhengfei is a fairly clever businessman.

While he didn't want to bargain with the Ark, he caught some unusual information sharply from the change in the look of the Ark just as he was about to ask.

And this unusual message seems to indicate that the Ark is no longer eager to work with them, but is ready to consider working with other semiconductor companies in the country.

For example, Hess' Purple Light Group is not inferior in size.

And almost at that moment, Wang Zhengfei made a decision.

The key to a new era of carbon-based semiconductors would slip out of their hands to their competitors if they were to collaborate with Startech and Purple Light or other semiconductor industries.

If Warwick doesn't want to miss the age of carbon-based chips, he'll have to buy them at a higher cost from the semiconductor companies that master the technology. And by then, even if Hess were still under their absolute control, it wouldn't make much sense.

Hess is the basic disc of Warwick, but if you can't keep up with the tide of the times, even if it matters, it will eventually be overrun by the times.

On the face of it, they made a compromise, but it wasn't really a retreat.

There are costs, but the rewards of these costs can make Hess Semiconductor stronger and make Warwick's products more competitive in the international market…

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

Thinking of this, there was some heavy Wang Zhengfei, a lot of comfort in his heart.

It's definitely not because I licked the academician.

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

……

After leaving King's Landing by plane, Molina did not immediately return to Princeton, but returned to her native France, where she began her seven-day vacation.

It's people who need to rest, relax the tight hair in their brains, and forget their troubles for a while.

Molina is no exception.

While her hobbies overlap with her career for her, this great career does not always bring her pleasure.

Especially when faced with competitive pressures from other scholars…

This trip to China, it can be said, gave her all her heart.

The successive blows to the cause almost made her start to doubt her life.

Had she not been encouraged by the portrait of Professor Abel hanging at her grandfather's house, she would have even abandoned the idea of a mathematical world.

The old man in a nightgown knocked on the door, pushed open the wooden door of Molina's room, looked at the granddaughter sitting at the desk with a daze of pain in her eyes.

“Still thinking about that? ”

“No, that was when I got back to Princeton," Molina shook her head, "at least for the last seven days, I didn't want to think about any mathematical issues. ”

Old man: "Your father teaches in Paris. You haven't seen him in a long time. Why don't you think about coming back here? ”

Molina replied without false thought: "Princeton's environment suits me better, and there are very, very good scholars there, even a cup of afternoon tea can wipe out a lot of sparks of thought. ”

The old man persuaded: "But there are many good scholars, just as there are high teachers in Paris. ”

Molina said with no expression: "But I don't like Paris, which is now full of junk. ”

Besides, she didn't really want to see her father.

It's not because of some contradiction between father and daughter, it's just because there's not much emotion. Her father and she are probably one of a kind, and belong to the great cause of dedicating all of their lives to mathematics, not just life, but all their emotions.

From a very young age, she lived in the countryside of Paris, grew up in her grandfather's grandhouse, until she took the offer of a full-time boarding school and went to Princeton to complete her university studies.

It can be said that here is the only thing she has left to do with this place.

Looking at the stubborn expression on her granddaughter's face, the old man opened his mouth and eventually the thousands of words turned into only one sigh.

“Well... my granddaughter, anyway, I want you to be happy. Mathematics is not all you have. ”

“Maybe," Molina looked at the painting on the eye wall that belonged to Abel, "but it seemed to me to be all I had. At least he accompanied me through my childhood, and I wanted to do something… like fulfill your unfulfilled obligations. ”

The old man's eyes flashed with pain when he heard it.

He held the wall and sat down on the couch. He sighed softly and spoke in a persuasive tone.

“There are things that need to be gifted, especially in the field of art… Even painters who go out with their teachers see the world differently, and the world under the brush is different. In my understanding, mathematics is like an art, my dear granddaughter. Do you understand what I mean? ”

“I don't understand,” Molina shook her head, looked up at the painting on the wall, and there was a glimmer of confusion in her eyes, "I don't understand why, since I'm Abel's descendant, he couldn't even share a little wisdom. ”

Looking at Molina struggling in this vortex, the old man's expression was a little hesitant.

“Molina, there's one thing… I've been a little hesitant to tell you. ”

“What is it? ”

With his mouth open, the cloudy pupil emerged, and the old man shook his head eventually, saying nothing.

“Forget it, let it go. ”

Molina: "…”

……

Seven days of vacation soon passed.

Feeling completely recovered from the blow, Molina stepped on her way back to Princeton. When she got off the plane at New York Airport and took a taxi to Princeton, she turned on her phone and landed on Arxiv and looked.

A bunch of pre-printed copies of the epsilon numerical certificates hang on them, and it seems that someone has pushed epsilon below one in 10,000, regardless of whether or not these unproven papers are available.

Seven days to reduce one in 60 million to one in 10,000 is already a considerable step forward.

The critical zone is approaching the finish line step by step, because of the emergence of hyperelliptical curve analysis, a research idea that has been deposited for a century and is not favored by anyone, and there is even a hidden tendency to push past the critical line.

Thinking about it, Molina's heart can't help but stretch out a few feelings of urgency.

While not wanting to admit that the Ark took only a month, she left behind the results of her years of research, she had to admit that the "hyperelliptical curve analysis" he had released had indeed excelled in influencing the entire analytical mathematics community...

Although the idea of exploring Lehman's speculation is different, it would be better to study his thesis...

Molina convinced herself that she just wanted to know what step her opponent had taken, and even though his findings were excellent, she did not intend to give up proof of the direction of the line.

Well, it's just a study...

After returning to Princeton, leaving her luggage in the dormitory, without even a second's rest, Molina got up and went to the library, not far from the dormitory building, to find the activity room she and Vera had requested from the school.

However, the moment she just pushed the door into the activity room and saw Vera, she was stunned there.

“… what's wrong with you? ”

When I saw that white face, it was filled with unnatural paleness, and the long, pale blonde hair was like a layer of grey, much less shine. As opposed to the moment she left Princeton, she was like a daffodil who was fading away, making people look angry.

Noticed Molina, Vera squeezed a slightly weak smile out of her face.

“Nothing, I just had a cold. ”

Though a comforting tone, that voice did not reassure anyone at all.

Without saying a word, Molina grabbed the slim shoulder with her hands and bent her back against her forehead.

Feeling the heat coming from her forehead, her heart trembled slightly and she got up straight away.

“I'll take you to the hospital. ”

“No, I've already seen it.” With some sick red clouds on her cheeks, Vera avoided Molina's serious gaze and looked aside. "The doctor prescribed me some medication... it'll be all right soon. ”

The fox looked at her skeptically and Molina loosened her hand on Vera's shoulder.

“Really?”

“Mmm.”

As she was saying, Vera felt a little itchy in her voice, so she drew a tissue from the table, covering her mouth and coughing a few times.

However, at this time, whether it was a delusion or not, Molina suddenly glanced at it with a glimpse of leftover light. She threw it on the paper in the paper basket with a faint red mark.

Is she really okay?

Molina's worries are getting stronger and stronger.

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

Seems reluctant to let Molina worry too much about herself, Vera squeezed a comforting smile out of her face.

“Let's put my business aside and talk about what you saw in the Golden Mausoleum. ”

Molina opened her mouth and was silent for a while before finally compromising under that gentle gaze and gave up her sighing and said.

“… where do you want to start? ”

A shyness flashed on the little girl's face.

“Of course… it's about him. ”

“After all these years away from Princeton, how's he doing? ”