Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Hotel Lobby, Crincia.

Passports were handed to the staff in charge of check-in at the front desk, a glance at Professor Feverman at the door, and suddenly a chatty tone of voice asked.

“The level of security here seems a little unusual… what other activities are there besides the International Conference of Mathematicians? ”

“No, sir,” the receptionist patiently explained after completing the registration of the check-in information and returning the passport to Professor Feverman, "one of the highest level meetings in 30 days will be the International Congress of Mathematicians, which will be held in two days' time, and the Hotel Clincia will provide the highest standards of service to the meeting throughout the duration of the meeting, and I wish you a pleasant week. ”

“… well, thank you. ”

After putting away his passport, Professor Feverman nodded to the receptionist with a smile, then walked over to Professor Deligne, who kept looking at the watch.

“He's here! I told you he wouldn't miss such an interesting meeting! ”

With excitement, Professor Feverman's face was upset with his age. It was like watching a game where he didn't kick into the first ball until the last 10 minutes. He said with joy what he had said countless times along the way, "I don't know where his research has gone, I'm really looking forward to it! ”

Looking at his old friend with no expression, he was about to throw up, and Professor Deligne sighed and said again.

“Didn't you read his paper on the website? ”

Feverman: "Look, what's wrong? ”

Deligne: “Then why are you asking such questions? If he had any new results, you would have seen them in that paper. If not, then no, I don't know what you're expecting. ”

Feverman: “Because intuition tells me that his research over the years was definitely more than just that. ”

Professor Deligne's eyebrows were picked.

“So you know him well? ”

There is no malicious ridicule in that tone, just as most Princeton professors, more or less, carry a little Princeton arrogance.

But I don't know if I didn't hear it, or if I was used to the character of this old friend, so I didn't care at all. Professor Feverman just nodded his head and smiled confidently.

“Of course, after all we've worked together, I'm confident I still have that. ”

When he heard this confident statement from his old friend, Deligne smiled slightly and did not think otherwise.

“Then you probably have to be disappointed because your confidence is too high, I've noticed all the papers he's published this year, Quasi-Leman's guess and the hyper-elliptical curve method are his only research results on the Lehman zeta function, and then he even went to work with that old Krugman on economics, which seems to be called the L-Z model... something like that anyway. ”

Generally speaking, the direction being studied by a scholar can be traced from his recent paper.

From the end of last year, or the beginning of this year, from the Sullivan speculation in that differential topology discussing streamline classification to the L-Z model in economics, which is the result of either study, has nothing to do with the Lehman zeta function.

No matter how optimistic, Professor Deligne could not imagine that there was still a slight possibility for much of the half-year period that he was studying the propositions related to Lehman's assumptions rather than having chosen to give up...

To be honest, Deligne was actually somewhat disappointed with this outcome.

His disappointment did not stem from what had already been achieved by the Ark, which, after all, was already quite arrogant in terms of what was being achieved by the Ark and could not be picked out at all.

However, this is only for ordinary people.

For scholars like him, it is only by truly removing this crown that stands on Everest, and by truly addressing the propositions that plague the vast majority of scholars around the world, that it is possible to take his academic achievements further.

That is why Professor Deligne was truly regretted when he finally chose to give up, having achieved such a fruitful result in his speculative research.

If even he can't solve the problem, maybe this guess really can only be solved until the end of the century, waiting for a more talented, mathematically intelligent scholar than him...

Some of his concerns were felt in Professor Deligne's expression, but Professor Feverman just smiled slightly and spoke with ease.

“I think you're worried too much. ”

With his eyebrows raised and lowered, Professor Deligne apparently disbelieved.

“Oh, you know what I'm worried about? ”

Feverman: “Of course I know, after all, we've worked together more than once, and you're always so confident in your own analysis, but you have to admit that sometimes when someone cares too much about one thing, his gaze is often narrow. ”

“You mean I'm narrow? ”

“Yes, especially the way we look at the problem, didn't you consider that possibility, perhaps because he found something in these few questions that we didn't find? This is not uncommon. ”

Having reached Professor Feverman's point, Professor Deligne said with a pinch of blood, "But it's very unlikely, I've studied several of his papers carefully, and it's hard to say anything outside of mathematics, but in mathematics itself, the mathematical methods used are of little significance for studying the Lehman zeta function, and even several papers are not mathematically linear or progressively related to each other. ”

Professor Feverman: "Maybe we just can't see… it's useless to say more. Want to make a bet? ”

Professor Deligne frowned: "What's the bet? ”

Professor Feverman smiled confidently, “I bet his research, definitely not only at the beginning of the year, but definitely didn't give up on Lehman's speculation. ”

“Otherwise..."

“Nor will he schedule his 60-minute debriefing before the closing ceremony. ”

……

Just before the elevator, the two old men were still arguing about whether the ark was still studying the question of Lehmann's guess, while sitting on the ark and Schultz on a taxi to the suburbs of St. Petersburg, and the topic also revolved around Lehmann's guess.

“... you haven't made any new progress in six months? ”

“Maybe not just half a year, maybe half a year,” said the boat's face with a helpless expression, leaning against the cab's rear row seat, shaking his head, "I've tried to improve the hyperelliptical analysis, and I've tried to find answers from the theory of group law, but it still doesn't help. I sometimes even come up with thoughts that I find horrible, and maybe Lehman's guess is right, but it can't be proven. ”

“You're not the only one who thinks that, but I think you can have a little more fun," Schultz continued, patting the shoulders off the canoe, "at least you're better than the vast majority of people who can create a super elliptical curve analysis, or even a quasi-Liman guess that's been unpredictable for a century. ”

“But it doesn't make any sense to me,” the Ark sighed, "I'm sure you should understand that feeling. ”

Schultz: “No, I can't, thank you. ”

Ark: “…? ”

After a nearly 40-minute drive, taxis finally arrived in the suburbs of St. Petersburg, and nearby buildings gradually returned from the liveliness and prosperity.

According to the taxi driver, the area is famous for its mathematical sanctuary, and the Institute of Mathematics of Skeclov is situated on this ancient stone road, and a mathematician who rejected the Fields Prize lives nearby.

At the same time, the Fontanca Canal, which runs through downtown St. Petersburg, and the stone brick roads, street lights and benches beside the river, are exactly where the male and female protagonists met in Dostoyevsky's novel "Day Night".

After getting off, Schultz took the canoe to the neighbourhood next to him.

Most of the houses around the neighborhood are similar to the type of single apartment in the country, suitable for young people to live in, but it's hard to tell how many young people will greedily live in this remote suburb.

Wang Peng suddenly said after a walk behind the Ark and Shultz.

“… you've been around here for a while. ”

Hearing this, Schultz smiled helplessly on his face, stopping to grasp the long hair scattered behind his head somewhat troubledly.

“In fact, the last time I came here was a long time ago. This flat building with dense windows and numbness is very tricky. If I didn't come here often, I wouldn't remember where...” I watched the expression on the face of the ark gradually become speechless, and Schultz stopped talking and awkwardly coughed and said, “I'd better ask someone. ”

Schultz has a photo of Perelman on his phone, but it doesn't matter if he doesn't, it's easy for Google to find.

It has to be said that the handsome man is still a bit superior, men, women and children, and the vast majority of people in front of that sunny smile will be eager to help after hearing his request.

As for the cold acids...

And of course there are benefits.

Don't worry too much about being disturbed, at least while you're in hiding.

“Do you know this person? ”

Staring at that photo in Schultz's phone, the Russian girl, who was laughing brightly, suddenly wrinkled her eyebrows a little uncomfortably.

“Who's this? Are you still a terrorist or some kind of behavioral artist? ”

Not to blame for her disgusting expression. After all, the man in the photograph, his image is really not complimentary.

The beard that doesn't trim the edges climbs all over the chin, and the sparse curly hair is pulled backwards like dog tail grass. Although the shape is somewhat similar to Schultz's hair, it exhibits two very different styles.

It's like a plaid shirt, some people can wear idols, but some people are like program monkeys.

Sighing, Schultz said with some sadness, "I'm sorry, I'm going to ask again. ”

The Russian girl smiled and said, "Good luck, but I think it's better if you give up. I haven't seen this guy in two years. ”

I asked around and no one knew this photograph.

Occasionally, a few people, while recognizing that he seemed to be a well-known mathematician and had been on the news, shook their heads when they heard that he lived nearby.

to not deny the possibility of him living here.

It's pure, I don't remember seeing it at all.

Just as the ark began to wonder whether the isolated hermit had moved, an old man finally recognized not only the photograph in Schultz's hand, but also knew him well and touched his chin and said.

“I know him, he used to work at the Institute of Mathematics in Szczecrov, a very famous mathematician...”

The ark immediately said, "How long ago? ”

The old man's mouth gave a dry laugh, as if he remembered something, and said, "About a decade ago, while I was a doorman at the Institute of Mathematics in Skecklov, I used to watch him go to work in a pair of old jeans and shirts. Besides being a mathematician, this guy is one of the best weirdos in the lab. ”

Ark: “…”

More than a decade ago…

He was still in high school.

Anyway, has it been this far?

And then the question of the Ark continued, "Do you know where he lives? ”

“If he hadn't moved or died, he probably would have lived there," the old man continued, pointing up his fingers, an apartment building next to him, "I only know where he lives, but where exactly, you might want to ask a little trouble, starting with his neighbor. ”

Seeing the direction that the old man was pointing in, Schultz and the ark were both relieved and had a thankful expression on their faces.

“Thank you! That's very helpful. ”

Go ahead, Schultz took the ark and Wang Peng and walked in the direction the old man pointed.

Soon after arriving downstairs at the apartment, the ark and Schultz negotiated that the two foreign-faced people who happened to see each other also stood by the entrance to the apartment building, starting from the first floor.

More coincidentally, one of the ships also knew.

It was just a while ago that he met Professor Paul Krugman over in Shanghai...

The two men apparently did not notice him, standing in front of the entrance to the apartment building, whispering and muttering.

“I doubt we've gone wrong," Albert muttered looking at the apartment building in front of us, "does this seem like a hidden place? ”

“No doubt, this is the address given to me by the Secretary-General of IMU.” I glanced again at the note in my hand and confirmed that the address was here, Krugman said in a positive tone, "Then I wouldn't go wrong. ”

Albert continued, “But what if he doesn't want to open the door for us? If he doesn't open the door, we can't even be sure if he's in there or not. ”

Krugman: "You don't know him. He seems like a tough guy to get to, but if you ask him some math questions, he will answer you very patiently, with a surprising attitude. ”

Albert's eyebrows picked out and said, "Have you been in contact with him? ”

“No, but I know a beautiful woman who used to work at the Stockloaf Mathematics Institute, and that's what she told me," Tong, Krugman continued, “Listen, my friend, we can't be discouraged. If there's anywhere else besides the arrogant Princeton that could help us, it's the only place left. ”

Albert sighed, muttering and continued: “In fact, I tend to work with Professor Lu. His Lu-Bewley and LZ models are simply divine. Especially by calculating the research ideas for analyzing macroeconomics, my research is simply purposeful! ”

“Forget it. I'd like to bring Faltines in if I could, but is that possible? I only met that guy at the beginning of the year. He was a young man, and sometimes he was more stubborn than the old men in Princeton, let alone our plan--”

A familiar voice suddenly came from beside Krugman as he was chatting and landing in a maddening gutter with his companions.

“I'd love to hear my name, and it sounds like I'm still saying bad things. ”

The two people who were talking were frightened by this sudden sound.

Krugman in particular, like a ghost, really jumped aside and looked at the ark and said.

“Where the hell did you come from? ”

“I came to St. Petersburg to attend the IMU convention," answered the question honestly, then the ark looked at Schultz next to him, “just as the gentleman invited me to visit his old friend together, so I came. ”

After staring at Schultz for a while, he did not recognize the young man, Professor Krugman said with a frown.

“You are…”

“Schultz,” he offered to reach out his right hand and shook it separately from the two old men, and Schultz smiled and nodded and continued, "Nice to meet you both. ”

“… Krugman, Professor of Economics at Princeton University, next to me is Albert-Laszlo Balabrazil, a physicist whose novel is more famous than his studies. ”

“Hey, wait, what do you mean, novels are more famous than learning? You old bastard, are you sure your eyes aren't blind--”

Ignoring Albert, who was protesting beside himself, looking at Professor Krugman of Schulz, his eyes glanced at him and said, “Are you close to Perelman? ”

When I heard the question, Schultz's expression became a little subtle and shrugged.

“I think he and I should know each other pretty well, but... I don't know how he sees our friendship...”

“What are you doing here? A party? ”

The sudden sound coming from the side interrupted Schultz's speech in half.

Similar to what just happened to Krugman and Albert, only a tall man in shabby jeans and shirts with two plastic bags filled with cheap ingredients began to walk beside a pedestrian sometime.

It has to be said that he doesn't do the dressing of the margins, the presence is really low enough, all went so close, nobody realized he existed.

But as soon as he was found, Professor Krugman had a brilliant smile on his face and extended his right hand to him.

“Hello, Dear Professor Perelman… I am Krugman and have made an appointment with you in the mail. ”

“I'm not a professor anymore," he mumbled in Russian, sweeping Perelman's gaze from several people and suddenly stopped on the face of the ark.

After a while, he spoke suddenly.

“Are you an ark? ”

“Exactly despicable,” the ark nodded and said amicably, "Nice to meet you. ”

“Me too," he said, trying to lift his arm and shake his hand on the ark, but carrying something in both hands, Perelman shrugged his shoulders and had to do it.

“… say something in the house and you'll block the aisle. ”

Neither Schultz nor the Ark had been able to speak in time, and Professor Krugman's face gave a brilliant smile and hastily agreed.

“Thank you for inviting me, and I think it's better to say it in the house. ”

Not to worry about Professor Krugman, Perelman's gaze swept over the faces of several people, and finally stared at Wang Peng for a while.

“You don't look like a scholar, you don't look like you're here with a problem. ”

That tone of speech doesn't look very welcoming.

Wang Peng nodded and prepared to explain the nature of his work, but was interrupted by a slight cough from the Ark.

“You wait here for a while, I'll be down in a minute. ”

The expression on his face was somewhat skeptical, but after a glance at Perelman's face, Wang Peng finally nodded his head.

“Okay.”

“Call me if you need anything. ”

This so-called call is certainly not the type of dialing number, but a keyword-triggered alarm device set up by an ark on its own phone.

Seeing the expression of worry on his face, the ark smiled and patted his arm.

“Careful is right, but don't be too sensitive. ”

“Wait for me here, I'll be down in a minute. ”

Go ahead, the pedestrian left Wang Peng in his place and walked upstairs.

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(There is something in reality, I'm not busy coming here, I won't break the chapter today. Although there is only one chapter, it is actually the same as the two chapters ~)