Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Hou Huaizhi is an editor.

However, they are not the kind of people who work in regular newspapers or magazines.

As one of the largest and most influential journals in the global audience, Future magazine he works with is a beacon in the minds of countless scholars and a quantitative benchmark against which to measure the academic level of a scholar.

Even in some areas of research, such claims are circulating.

That is, a scholar who has never published the results of his research in The Future is never a first-rate scholar, and whether a scholar's contribution in certain areas of research stands out can be seen from the fact that he has published several articles on The Future.

And that's why he's not just passionate about his work, he's filled with a sense of belonging called honor.

Especially every time he sat in the editorial office, he had the feeling that every decision he made was closely tied to the fate of the world...

Far from it.

As usual, after dictating the day's chores to his own biographer, he drove a magnetic hover to the editorial department.

However, he was surprised by the scene in front of him as he slowly walked into the office, humming a small, untouchable tune.

I saw his colleagues circling in front of a desk, just like I saw something terrible, pointing at the holographic screen suspended on the desk and pointing at something.

Curious as to exactly what had happened, Hou Huaizhi stepped forward and asked the colleague closest to him.

“What exactly happened? Why are you all surrounded here? ”

The colleague looked back at the editor with a distinctly surprising look on his face and said excitedly and excitedly.

“You'll never guess what happened! We actually received a paper from Dean Lu! ”

Master Lu's thesis?

The moment I heard this sentence, Hou Huaizhi suddenly stood consciously, immediately followed by the whole person's instant foolishness.

“Master Lu?! Did you say the thesis of Master Lu?! ”

“Otherwise? Who else is Master Lu? ”

Hou Huaizhi asked hastily.

“In what direction? ”

“Controlled nuclear fusion! If the realm is subdivided, it belongs to the trinuclear fusion study of deuterium! He sorted out the current problems and possible solutions in the direction of second-generation controllable fusion research from both theoretical and engineering applications… although I don't really understand them with many formulas and inferences from my academic abilities! ”

Speaking of which, the editorial colleague, with an incredible look on his face, went on to say, "It's incredible… a scholar from a hundred years ago did what people were supposed to do a hundred years later. ”

Perhaps he heard his words and another colleague standing next to him interjected.

“I think we're in trouble. ”

Hou Huaizhi frowned.

“Trouble? ”

However, when he had just said it, he immediately realized, what was the trouble that his colleague had said?

“The question now is who should be asked to review the draft. ”

Leaving his arms behind his chest, Chief Editor Wang sighed, "The second-generation controllable fusion study itself does not talk about how popular it is, especially since few bulls are in this field, and his thesis involves multiple fields of mathematics, plasma physics, materials science and engineering, and even dozens of research directions can be separated if broken down. It is a little exaggerated to describe in such detail, even in a comprehensive paper, the problems faced by every technological bottleneck. ”

To be honest, he still has a little confusion about how Master Lu is going to do so many research fields, and he knows so much about it.

A few people in the editorial department looked at each other, look at me, look at you, look at the same face with the same difficult expression.

As the editor-in-chief said.

This reviewer…

It's not very easy to find.

At this point, the silence in the office was suddenly broken.

Suddenly I remembered someone, thinking of Hou Huaizhi, subconsciously said.

“Why don't you contact Master Chang? I remember him being an expert in controllable fusion and plasma physics and having won the Ark Science Award! ”

As soon as Zhang Academician's name was heard, many people reflected it, and the voice of the discussion was relayed in the office.

“You mean Zhang Feiyue's academician? ”

“What a coincidence! I also saw him last night on a talk show on the Pan-Asian Television science section about the recent boiling second-generation controllable fusion. ”

“Dean Zhang's words should be fine, he can say that he is a top expert in the field of controlled nuclear fusion! ”

“… not necessarily, and Academician Zhang is studying plasma physics. While second-generation controllable nuclear fusion is also involved, the focus is on the theoretical direction. The part about plasma in Academician Lu's thesis is only a tiny bit of space, and many of the precise calculations about the core material and the engineering parameters required for electromagnet design are the essence of the entire thesis. ”

The voices in the office were arguing.

After listening to colleagues' discussion, Wang Editor-in-Chief finally made a decision on the slap board.

“Contact Master Zhang! Hou, after you... Forget it, I'll send the email. ”

“Either way, it's up to the professionals to decide if we can publish or not, and we just do our job! ”

Though the text itself is fairly level, because the formulas and inferences are so complex that they don't know exactly what the academic value of the paper is.

……

Campus of Jinling University.

Sitting in his own office, looking at the paper in the holographic screen, Chang Academician's heart was also big.

Future magazine kicked the ball to him, he didn't want to take it, but he couldn't help but want to see what the Master Lu wrote.

Honestly, when he just got his paper on the Ark, he was actually curious, and he didn't expect much about the nutrition of the text.

After all, it was also written a century ago by scholars, and the knowledge he possessed was obsolete, let alone some breakthroughs based on existing research.

Even if he believes that a smart brain is not obsolete, it is based on learning for a certain amount of time.

…

After reading the paper, Zhang Feiyue was foolish.

Seeing that his professor had been staring at the same page for a long time, he stood behind him and looked at the page three times already, and couldn't help but whisper a reminder.

“Professor? ”

Hearing the student call, Zhang Academician, standing at the desk, finally returned from the shock.

Determined, he coughed softly and looked back at the student standing behind him and said.

“I've just been distracted for a while. Is there something wrong? ”

Seeing the teacher asked himself, the doctoral student immediately asked eagerly.

“What do you think of this paper? ”

“The writing is very skilled, even surprisingly high. It will not be more than a month before his flight to Earth or the day after his return to identity. Eighty percent of the world's people are able to feed all the results of a century's worth of research into a second-generation, controllable fusion program in a month. ”

It is like a blueprint that outlines the entire second generation of controllable fusion works and lists in rigorous computational terms each puzzle needed to complete the entire project.

And in his opinion, this is the most incredible part of the paper!

It was at the same time that an incredible thought even felt by himself suddenly came to the mind of Master Zhang.

I don't know...

These two generations of controllable fusion could have been pulled out by the big man!