Chapter 267 You will be proud of this meeting!
Deligne obviously shows a strong desire to express himself when facing scholars he recognizes. If it were not for the need to move the venue, it is estimated that Deligne would still be able to talk about him with Xu Qingshan. This lifelong obsession with symmetry.
However, those who were resting in the hotel had already woken up and had recovered from the sequelae caused by the intercontinental voyage. At this time, they were already contacting Zhu Xiaohua and Xu Qingshan.
Tonight there is a dinner for scholars from all over the world who have come to Princeton to welcome the guests, but the location is not at Princeton University, but at a hotel near Palmer Square outside the school.
The dinner was quite lively.
Everyone is wearing a suit, but here, even the female scholars are wearing women's suits, because this is not a social dance, but an academic dinner.
A suit with pockets is obviously more convenient for scholars to record the inspiration anytime and anywhere when they raise a glass to discuss issues.
Jiang Huanxi sat quietly next to Xu Qingshan. On the other side of Xu Qingshan was Tian Gang, who had almost recovered.
"Qingshan, does the atmosphere at Princeton make you feel better?"
Tian Gang suddenly asked Xu Qingshan beside him.
Sitting here just now, even Tian Gang is quite famous in the American academic circle, but the people who come to say hello are 50-50 different between him and Xu Qingshan, and many people even behave more aggressively when facing Xu Qingshan. enthusiasm.
Tian Gang is very familiar with the expressions of this group of people.
When he took Xu Chenyang and others to the academic conference, some people laughed like this.
This smile also represents their olive branch.
"If we just talk about the atmosphere for academic discussions, it is indeed very good. It is worthy of being an academic holy place."
Xu Qingshan nodded, and he was slowly cutting the steak on his plate.
Tian Gang's heart tightened. He calmed down for a moment before asking with a stiff smile.
"Then do you plan to come over?"
"What are you coming over for?"
Xu Qingshan was concentrating on the steak in front of him when he was knocked headless by Tian Gang When asked, he was stunned for a moment.
"Just like Chen Yang and the others."
Tian Gang sighed.
He has actually fought for everything he can fight for Xu Qingshan, but if Xu Qingshan doesn't stay, he can only feel powerless.
“Teacher.”
Xu Qingshan smiled.
"Huh?"
"Did you get ptsd from senior brothers and the others?"
Xu Qingshan looked at Tian Gang seriously at this time, but found that this little The old man was as dejected as a groundhog at this time.
“I didn’t.”
The little old man said something back.
"Don't worry, I won't leave China."
Xu Qingshan had no intention of teasing Tian Gang's mentality, but said straightforwardly.
“When we Chinese people see that we are not as good as foreign countries, we should not praise them vigorously, nor should we change our banner. After all, we are born with yellow skin and dark eyes, which are different from theirs. . ”
“Shouldn’t we young people think more about how to make our motherland become like this?”
Xu Qingshan smiled, Tian Gang was inexplicably rickety. Only then did his back straighten up a bit.
The little old man’s suit is a little wrinkled.
In fact, with Tian Gang's academic achievements and educational ability, no matter if he wants to take a teaching position in any institution around the world, he will be highly sought after and respected.
If he is willing to change his citizenship to the United States, he may even hope to climb to a higher academic mountain.
It is not impossible to even catch up with Qiu Chengtong, the master of grievances, in some areas.
But he always maintained his Chinese nationality. Even though he studied in the United States for decades and faced many opportunities and temptations, he never thought about changing.
He even returned to Beijing University to further his studies.
He could have straightened his back, but sometimes he bent his waist for the sake of the motherland.
Not to mention some controversial operations, Xu Qingshan always has respect for Tian Gang.
“Yeah”
A smile gradually appeared on Tian Gang’s face.
"Just like you, teacher, at least now the environment of our School of Mathematics at Peking University can catch up with the world's best."
This is not Xu Qingshan's exaggeration.
Since the establishment of the Beijing International Mathematics Center in 2005, the School of Mathematics at Peking University has become more and more closely connected with the international mathematics community, and its resources in all aspects have also been steadily improving, at least it can be regarded as It's top-notch.
"If you think so, okay, that's really good."
Tian Gang smiled brightly and straightened his back.
"Of course, someone has to take over."
Xu Qingshan raised his wine glass and Wada Gang touched it.
"What class will you take over? I'm not dead yet, so you can develop your life in peace and contentment. No matter what happens, I will be there to support you."
Jiang Huanxi is obediently standing aside. He poured the two of them some low-alcohol fruit wine.
After the dinner.
The guests went back to their rooms, as did Xu Qingshan and Tian Gang.
Jiang Huanxi slept for a while in the afternoon, and Xu Qingshan also slept for a long time on the plane. The two of them were not in a hurry to rest, but continued to sort out and check the final information in the room, because Xu Qingshan was the leader of this academic One of the protagonists of the meeting. If he wants to explain the entire proof process of two important conjectures at the same time in a meeting, he needs to prepare a lot of things.
Jiang Huanxi will serve as Xu Qingshan's core assistant, supporting Xu Qingshan when he is tired and resting, giving him some time to rest, drink water, and adjust his state and thinking.
This is not a special case for Xu Qingshan.
In some special lectures, in order to ensure the health of some older professors, if the lecture time is too long, the professor’s core assistants will be available to help perform some transitional parts. Of course, these assistants will come normally It is said that everyone will be a rising star.
For example, when Tian just went to give lectures and small meetings, he took Wei Shen to work as an assistant and asked him to exercise.
"Qingshan, what should I do if I'm a little nervous?"
Jiang Huanxi sat at the table, rehearsing and rehearsing his part over and over again.
"Then just think of them as frogs. Don't worry. When it comes to your part, people in the audience usually don't ask questions. If they do, I'll be there and I'll help. You answered."
Xu Qingshan reassured.
As expected, it is quite difficult for the little ostrich to go on stage and give a speech.
But this level must be passed, and Jiang Huanxi must pass it by himself.
Now he can only provide her with step-by-step practice opportunities.
"Well, I seem to have never asked you, aren't you nervous when you go on stage?"
Jiang Huanxi asked curiously.
"No, the fact that I can stand on the stage means that at least on this issue, I am number one in the world."
Xu Qingshan's words are a bit frivolous and arrogant, but paired with his confident smile and youthful handsomeness His facial features are unique, yet he is convincing from the bottom of his heart.
Perhaps this is also a manifestation of the three views following the five senses.
Just when the two young academic researchers slowly chatted back in the quilt and continued to exchange experiences on stage.
The little old man Tian Gang should have gone to bed early but did not stay in his room.
But after waiting for a long time, I received the reply I was expecting. I came out of my room and walked all the way to the door of the room on another floor. I knocked on the door nervously and cautiously.
"Plop."
The heavy wooden door of the hotel opened, and an old man who looked very old smiled and let Tian Gang enter the room.
This is an executive suite with a small living room. You must know that Tian Gang and others live in normal executive king-bed rooms.
“I didn’t expect you to come to see me. Long time no see, Tian.”
Mr. John Milnor smiled and poured Tian Gang a glass of water.
"Mr. Milno."
Tian Gang held the cup in both hands. He was a dignified academician, and he seemed a little uneasy and embarrassed at this time, but his gesture also showed his respect for the 78-year-old man in front of him.
John Milnor, winner of the Wolf Prize and Fields Medal, was the first director and later co-director of the Institute of Mathematical Sciences at the State University of New York at Stony Brook.
Of course, he also has another more important identity, an academician of the National Academy of Sciences and a close friend of George Andrews, the current president of the American Mathematical Society.
He can play a very important role in the selection of awards from the American Mathematical Society.
"When you were teaching at Stony Brook, I was actually very optimistic about you. If you could stay in the United States, you might have more honors now."
Mill Mr. Nuo smiled broadly, and there was regret in his tone.
In 1988, after graduating, Tian Gang worked in many famous universities and research institutes, among which the State University of New York at Stony Brook was one of his stops.
Mr. John Milnor also joined the State University of New York at Stony Brook in 1988.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Milno."
Tian Gang smiled bitterly.
In fact, in the eyes of his American friends and colleagues, his choice was a bit stupid.
Because he returned to China when his academic level was at its peak. In their opinion, this was even as stupid and frustrating as when Mr. Qian Xuesen and his group returned to China.
Yes.
In the eyes of Americans, whether it is Qian Xuesen or Tian Gang, these top scholars who have gained a place in the American scientific and technological circles and academic circles have chosen to return to that African country with extremely poor academic soil. In a democratic country, this is a very stupid and regrettable behavior.
They don’t understand the romance in our Chinese people’s bones.
"You don't need to say sorry to me, Tian, I know what you mean."
Milno shook his head, with a kind and gentle smile on his face.
"Scientists always have national boundaries. Even if we go back to a place where the academic atmosphere is not so strong, great people will still be great. Look at Perelman, isn't it the same?"
Mr. Milnor's words made people happy. Tian Gang nodded slightly.
"I have paid attention to your work after returning to China. To be honest, it is not bad. Of course, I also heard that the young protagonist of tomorrow's meeting is also your student. He did a great job, Tian."
"I came to visit you tonight because of him."
Tian Gang spoke with a smile and a sense of relaxation on his face.
But before he finished speaking, he was blocked by Mr. Milno.
“There is no need for this.”
John Milnor shook his head and stopped Tian Gang from speaking.
“With his age and his achievements, he deserves to get something that should belong to him without being affected by his nationality, doesn’t he?”
Tian Gang glanced at him Bright.
"Mr. Milno, thank you."
He stood up and wanted to bow to Milno to express his gratitude. Milno accepted it calmly and comforted him.
"Tian, although you have encountered some injustices in the international academic community many times, you must also believe that there will always be some people who will work hard for pure academics."
Milno held the handle of the chair and said.
"I will propose to George that we jointly nominate the young protagonist for the Cole Number Theory Award. Don't worry, nothing else will be mixed in. At least I haven't been completely buried in the ground yet."
Milno seemed to remember something and spoke again.
"By the way, it seems that George also intends to go to China to make contacts. You still have a lot of good talents in China. Maybe you can consider inviting him to your school as an honorary professor. I think he must be very grateful. Interested in getting in touch with the mysterious and potential young people in the East."
"Okay! Thank you very much."
Tian Gang's gratitude was beyond words.
Although he has lived in the United States for many years, English still limits his performance.
"Okay, let's go back. I'm not young anymore. I want to go and listen to the report tomorrow."
Milnuo sent Tian Gang out of the room.
It’s late at night.
Princeton is quiet at night.
The lights in the Flintstone Library also dimmed one by one.
But the wisdom gathered here and the stars gathered here can condense into a bright moon.
The next day.
The academic conference in the field of number theory held by the American Mathematical Society officially opened.
However, this semi-public and semi-private high-end meeting did not follow so many formal meeting procedures. After all, more of the people present were old men. The old men did not have the mood and patience to listen and smell. Long opening remarks and speeches.
Xu Qingshan’s academic lectures are in the first and last sessions.
This academic conference tacitly acknowledged that he was the protagonist of the conference.
Xu Qingshan is wearing a dark blue suit. It is not as cheap as Zhu Xiaohua imagined, but looks like a deep ink sapphire. One glance at him makes people want to explore the secrets of him. .
“I wore this color last time, but why do I feel the difference is so big.”
Zhu Xiaohua sat in the back row of the conference room.
No way.
The level is limited and the honor is limited.
How about taking a look at who is sitting in the first and second rows? My own Lao Tian was also sitting in the second row.
Xu Qingshan stood on the stage, turned his head to Jiang Huanxi, who took a deep breath, nodded, and began to turn around to speak.
"Everyone, I am honored to be invited to Princeton to explain to you all the content I encountered in the process of proving the general form of the twin prime conjecture."
Xu Qingshan said The thread is stable, warm and moist like water, but not hypnotic.
"But please forgive me for my willfulness and recklessness. After all, I am just a young man who is still 20 days shy of turning 19."
Good-natured laughter erupted from the audience.
“I am going to make some temporary changes to my report. I think all of you great gentlemen don’t want to hear this boring inner journey.”
Xu Qingshan smiled and threw away the typed manuscript in his hand. .
This caused a little commotion in the audience. However, this academic conference did not have an authoritative organizing committee and was relatively free. No one cared about Xu Qingshan’s actions. Instead, they all thought about it with great interest. Look what this young man is going to do.
Geniuses can tolerate some interesting personalities.
Xu Qingshan looked around the lecture hall, feeling a confident and wild power arise spontaneously.
You are all top mathematicians, so what?
The one standing on the stage at this time is me!
“I want to!”
The smile on Xu Qingshan's face became more and more confident, and he said loudly.
"You will be proud of this meeting!"
"Everyone is lucky to be able to witness this meeting."
What the hell?
Zhu Xiaohua almost jumped out of his chair, and Tian Gang, who had only a half-knowledge of what was going on, was sweating.
The commotion and discussion in the audience became louder.
But at this time they all saw that the arrogant young man on the stage, the young man named Xu Qingshan, was picking up the chalk from the side with a smile on his face, turned around, pulled down the blackboard, and started A string of words was written on the blackboard.
[About the distribution rules of Mersenne prime numbers and the proof process of Zhou’s conjecture]
Everyone in the audience was shocked and fell silent.
Professor Atler Selberg, who was sitting in the first row, grabbed the handle next to him. Wasn’t it the promised twin prime number?
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(End of this chapter)