Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

The Ark still remembers.

At the outset, the system had revealed to him that when all disciplines had reached full grade, the world after LV10 would be unlocked ——

That is, the option about the future era.

The Ark had made many assumptions about what the future world was and in what form it would be presented to itself.

Even a few months ago, just when the golden legendary task card was turned on, he was always calm, so excited that his blood boiled down, he didn't even sleep well all night.

Now his mathematical grade finally touches the boundaries of the LV10, one toe has stepped on the boundaries to the future, no one is closer to the future than he...

Take a deep breath and look at the rising morning glow in the distance. The right fist of the ark gently squeezed and gently eased again.

Though that exciting emotion is not a lie.

But compared to the sheer excitement and excitement, the moment is filled with his chest, more is a glimmer of understanding.

As if by implicit insight, he had already felt what the system really wanted to convey to him, and what the so-called future era really was...

……

Said goodbye to the old man who practiced in the morning and turned around and went home.

Go to the study on the second floor, walk to the canoe sitting at the desk, and check the mailbox first.

More than an hour has elapsed since his letter was sent, and Professor Fartings has still not replied, either busy or not yet figured out how to respond to him.

He shook his head with a smile, and the ark stretched out a lazy waist and took the notebook from the side to open it.

First, he opened a bottle of energizer, drank it as a glass of champagne, felt the fatigue fade away from him a little bit, and then he started his day at work.

It took about one morning, assisted by Em, for the Ark to sort out all the content on the draft paper to the computer.

The complete paper consists of 40 pages, which is bigger than you might imagine.

In addition to the general theory of algebra and geometry, it also contains the outline and framework of his mind about the future of mathematics as a discipline, as well as some of the speculations he evoked when studying the issue.

Enough for a special issue of Mathematical Future in terms of the amount of content.

In fact, if he were given some time, the vast majority of the proposals he had put forward could be written in theoretical form, and he did come up with some brilliant ideas that might solve them.

However, this not only deviates from the subject of the paper, but is also somewhat boring.

After all, the more we learn, the more problems we cannot solve.

Instead of spending time on the end of the branch, he still wants to focus his limited time on thinking about really important propositions.

As for the suspense left behind, let the future scholars think about it...

At the moment of knocking back, the ark gently leaned back against the chair.

Didn't keep him waiting long.

Almost as soon as the paper was successfully uploaded, the familiar light blue dialog box also floated into his field of view.

[Congratulations host, complete the "Legendary” task!

……

The paper was uploaded at 12 noon.

Right now, in most parts of the United States, the clock is just past midnight.

In stark contrast to a quiet evening outside Cambridge, Massachusetts, at the Clay Institute in the suburbs, the lights are still on.

As a not-for-profit private academic institution, the purpose of the institution is to promote and disseminate mathematical knowledge and to grant various awards and grants to potential mathematicians.

Unlike other purely mathematical research institutions that are worried about funding, this academic institution seems to have been having a headache since its inception in '98 about how to' pay 'for it.

Like now.

Director Ditton, sitting in the director's office, was saddened by such a thing.

Ever since Lehman's guess was proven at the International Congress of Mathematicians, they've been having a headache about awarding the Millennium Difficulty Awards and a million dollar bonus.

Not because of the lack of money, but because the identity of the winner is a bit special.

This guy has already won two awards, including the NS equation and the Young Mills equation!

If not surprisingly, he will soon be awarded the third prize in his life.

And the heaviest Lehman conjecture.

This prize is about to be set up for him!

Actually, if that's all, that's fine.

It's just an award, and it doesn't say it has to be awarded to different people.

However, Professor Lu did not seem to have a cold or even a slight feeling of impatience with the award.

Plus this guy has neither the reputation nor the money. At the last Millennial Awards for the Young Mills Equation, he simply didn't even bother to come, or let a physicist in his research institute drop by at the French Academy on his way to pick up the medal and a million dollar check.

From the beginning of summer until now, the entire Clay Institute, whether a member of the Scientific Advisory Board or guard at the gate, has been discussing whether or not to award this prize...

“... Enough! I am no longer in the chairmanship of the Scientific Advisory Board, and you should find other more capable and visionary scholars to do so! Instead of habitually trying to throw it at me as soon as I get in trouble! ”

Professor Carlson's loud roar came out of the Director's office.

When he heard that Director Ditton was going to hand it over to himself, who was about to retire, he almost instantly turned his face.

Looking at Professor Carlson as if he didn't intend to cooperate, Director Ditton didn't want to embarrass the old man.

But thinking about the identity of the winner, and how difficult it was to award the prize to the big man, he had to say sorry in silence, and then persuade her in a heartfelt manner.

“But in our institute, you're the only one with the highest academic reputation and the best qualifications to do it, and you're the only one who's ever had a relationship with him. I'm begging you, this is the last time! Believe me, I swear to God! ”

When he said that, Ditton's mind was also full of helplessness.

He had never thought that so much trouble would happen during his tenure.

The so-called Millennium Difficulty, by definition, is prepared for the entire millennium.

Such a recognized problem that cannot necessarily be solved in a century, who can imagine being killed three times in a row in just a few short years?!

Had it not been for the choice of the most prestigious scholars in all fields, and the fact that he couldn't even touch the door himself, he would have even begun to doubt that the so-called Millennium Difficulty was a fake one.

“In fact, this matter is not as troublesome as you might think. The International Union of Mathematicians has endorsed the proof of the Ark, we just need...”

Professor Carlson's anger rushed: “Then give him the prize! ”

Director Ditton couldn't cry: "... but, as you know, we've awarded him two Millennial Awards, the last time he didn't even bother to come to the awards...”

Carlson: "Then no! ”

Ditton: “But that's not the rule...”

Carlson almost went wild and said, "Fak! So what do you want? ”

The roar in the office has reached the corridor.

Exactly at this time, a 30-year-old intern assistant in a plaid shirt walked up to the door of the office and was about to knock on the door and was surprised by the roaring sound. The condition reflected directly pushing the half-covered door open.

Gazing at Professor Carlson, who was angry there, hesitated for a while before he swallowed his mouth and spoke with a hard scalp.

“Professor Carlson...”

He glanced at the direction of the door and noticed that the person standing there was an intern assistant he had hired some time ago, not in a very good mood, Professor Carlson said impatiently.

“What is it? Say something. ”

Without a second's delay, the assistant spoke quickly.

“… just now, Professor Lu posted a paper on Arxiv because you tagged that research direction and I received a reminder the first time. ”

Professor Carlson: "I get it. I'll see you in the morning. ”

As if to guess what Professor Carlson would say, the intern assistant had that look in his eyes.

However, he did not give up.

He knew very well that if he really had asked this Mr. Carlson to do it, he would certainly have been scolded when he woke up tomorrow morning to see this amazing paper.

He swallowed his mouth again, the intern assistant continued.

“… In fact, just now, I read the abstracts of the paper. ”

“Restricted by my level of knowledge, I cannot judge the content of my thesis. But given that this paper has some connection to Lehman's guess, I have printed it out for you and sincerely advised you to take a look at it now… although this may be a bit of a good idea, I'm sure you won't blame me and will be shocked by the content of this paper. ”

Shocked?

Is there anything more shocking than Lehman's guess?

Professor Carlson's eyebrows lifted.

Though his mathematical instincts made him uncomfortable with what the intern said, he took a hard copy of the paper from the young man and looked over at the abstract.

Interested in the words of the intern assistant, Deaton, who stood next to him, was also in a lively mood to take a look.

Then…

The sight of the two men was completely lost.

The clock ticked on the wall.

Other than that, there is no sound in the room.

The silence in the office was not broken until the pins had gone exactly one size, and the two shouted almost unanimously.

“God…”

“Jesus…”

“This, this is...”

With his dry lips closed, Professor Carlson felt some dryness in his throat, subconsciously reaching out to get the teacup he had placed on the table, but after half a day of drinking, he realized that the water in the cup was already empty.

“The reunification of algebra and geometry…” Director Ditton's voice was equally full of dullness, looking at the summary, his eyes widened unbelievably, “he, he means, has he achieved? ”

“At least that's what he claims…”

His throat moved up and down, and Professor Carlson, speaking, suddenly remembered something and turned to his intern at the door and said, "Call the Harvard Institute of Mathematical Sciences right away! Contact Professor Chu Chengtong for me. ”

“All right, all right! ”

Looking at the serious look on the face of the immediate boss, the assistant nods his head like chicken pecking rice immediately.

However, just as he was about to turn away from the office and make a phone call in the hallway, he was soon called in by Professor Carlson behind him.

“Wait, did you drive here? ”

“In the garage… what is it? ”

“No more phone calls, send me to Harvard! Now!”

Putting the paper in his pocket, Professor Carlson walked towards the door without saying a word.

Seeing that Professor Carlson was leaving, thinking that Director Ditton had not yet finished discussing the award, he immediately returned to God and said in a panic.

“Wait, Lehman thought about the award...”

“Next time! Compared to this, the last of these branches is not worth mentioning! ”

Don't say it's Lehman's guess...

Even if all the propositions that were elevated to theorem because of Lehman's speculation were added up, I'm afraid that's not half as important.

Dropping this sentence, Professor Carlson disappeared without going back to the door of the office, leaving Director Ditton alone, facing the empty office, alone in the light...