Volume 1: Student Life Chapter 211 Finding the Right Reviewer
Sweden is a small country located in northwestern Europe.
The time difference with China is about 6 hours.
At this time, in the editorial office of the Acta Mathematica Sinica, which is affiliated to the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences.
"Hey, Mitav, look, someone else claims to have solved the hail conjecture." A thin young editor with noticeably thinning hair said to his colleague Mitav with a smile.
"Isn't it? We receive some submissions of this kind of conjecture every year. Although dreams are beautiful, unfortunately, they should face reality first." Mitav responded with a smile.
"Yes, dreams are never equal to delusions." The young editor is named Hafid. Although he has only been transferred to the editorial department of "Journal of Mathematics" for less than half a year, he has received many submissions on mathematical conjectures such as the hail conjecture.
But these articles, basically, as they just said, are pure delusion.
Even he, a technical editor, couldn't get past this, let alone bother the industry leaders to conduct peer review.
So, when looking at the submitted paper titled "Research on the Operational Characteristics of Hailstone Conjecture and Proof of Hailstone Conjecture", Hafid's first reaction was that he didn't even want to read it.
But out of a sense of responsibility for editorial work, he still accepted the paper.
"Numerical pyramids and number theory lemmas? Hey, Mitav, this is indeed another dreamer." Hafid opened the paper and read the abstract at the beginning, and he couldn't help but sneer.
Mitav looked at Hafid with a smile and joked, "I thought you would reject the manuscript directly."
Hafid said: "In between reviewing manuscripts, it is a good change to read the clumsy writings of these delusional people."
After saying that, the two of them burst into laughter.
But as Hafid continued to read , his smile gradually disappeared, replaced by a serious expression.
Looking down further, Hafid's expression was not just serious, his brows were gradually frowning.
This paper seems to be different from others?
Such a voice sounded in Hafid's heart.
As he read more and more of the paper, his face was filled with surprise.
Not to mention the theoretical discussion part of the paper.
The calculations in the paper alone were the most rigorous he had ever seen.
Moreover, he couldn't find any fault with it.
If you add that perfect argument, he would just want to say that this paper is perfect!
After a long time, just when the editorial office was about to get off work, he finally read the paper.
Beside him, his colleague Mitav had already packed up and turned off his computer.
Mitaf looked at Hafid and asked with a smile: "Hafid, let's go for a drink together tonight?"
No response was received.
Mitav was a little surprised and said, "Hafid, what's wrong with you? Have you encountered any difficult problems?"
As he said that, he stood up and walked behind Hafid. When he saw that Hafid's computer still had the paper they had made fun of, he patted Hafid on the shoulder and said, "Hey, kid, you actually spent so much time reading a paper written by a delusional person?"
Hafid didn't come to his senses until he was slapped by Mitav.
He slowly turned his head, looked at Mitav, and said solemnly: "I'm afraid this is not a delusional person."
Hearing this, Mitav was startled. He put away his joking expression and said, "You mean, this paper?"
Hafid nodded solemnly: "Yes. I'm afraid I can't go drinking with you tonight. I have to go find the editor now!"
After saying that, Hafid stood up eagerly and walked towards the editor-in-chief's office.
Looking at Hafid's back, Mitaf pondered for a moment, sat in Hafid's seat, turned back to the first page of the paper on the computer, and read it carefully.
Editor-in-Chief's Office.
Hafid didn't even bother to knock on the door and walked in hurriedly.
Seeing the young man's recklessness, the editor-in-chief Levler was a little angry, so much so that his tone of voice was a little impolite: "Hafid, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation for your impoliteness."
"I'm sorry, editor-in-chief, but I really have something urgent to do. Here is a submitted paper, and I'm afraid I need you to take a look at it." Hafid said anxiously.
Levler glanced at Hafid and said, "I find your excuse unacceptable. I have papers to review every day, but they are not as rude as you. At least they know to knock on the door first. Besides, it's time to get off work now, don't you know?"
Hafid knew that the editor was very unhappy, but he could only bite the bullet and said, "No, editor, this paper is different. It is about the hailstone conjecture, and the hailstone conjecture has been proved!"
Hearing this, Levler was stunned at first, then he chuckled and said, "Every day, someone claims to have proved the hailstone conjecture, but obviously, these people haven't. Well, I'll forgive your recklessness for now. Please send the paper to my email, and I'll take a look at it after work tomorrow."
The implication was clear, but Hafid did not leave.
At this moment, he took on the responsibility of editor.
"Editor-in-Chief, please take a look at this paper now. It is really different! It is not the conclusion of a delusional person. Its calculations are extremely rigorous and its logic is extremely careful. I can't see any mistakes at all!"
Levler, who was becoming increasingly unhappy because Hafid was still staying where he was, realized the seriousness of the problem when he heard these words.
Although Hafid has only been transferred to the Journal of Mathematics for half a year, his level of expertise is evident as he has become the technical editor of the Journal of Mathematics.
Since he had such an awkward expression, maybe this paper is really interesting?
Levler thought for a moment and said, "I hope you didn't waste my time."
As he spoke, Levler's hand fell on the mouse on the desk, and he found the paper through the internal review system of the Acta Mathematica Sinica.
Seeing this, Hafid finally breathed a sigh of relief .
But then, Levler's words made him nervous again.
"Regarding the research on the operational characteristics of the hailstone conjecture and the proof of the hailstone conjecture, the author is one person, Zhou Chen? Chen Zhou? A mathematician from China? Or a mathematician of Chinese descent?"
"I think you're kidding, Hafid! Have you ever heard of the name of this contributor? Before you show it to me, don't you check first to see if this is another prank by one of the so-called math enthusiasts in China?"
Hafid did not notice this detail. He was completely absorbed by the content of the paper when reviewing it.
So after reading the paper, I rushed here in a hurry.
"Uh..." Hafid hesitated slightly, but it had come to this point, so he could only say, "Editor-in-Chief, please read the paper first!"
This is probably the most aggressive thing he has ever said since he started working.
Levler frowned slightly, feeling quite helpless, but since the paper had already been opened, he might as well take a look at it first.
A minute passed.
Ten minutes passed.
Half an hour...
One hour...
As time passed, Hafid's heart, which had been lifted up, slowly calmed down .
He could see the solemn expression on Levler's face.
Finally, Levler finished reading the paper. He slowly raised his head and said, "Hafid, it seems that we have to find a suitable reviewer for this paper."
