Volume 1: Student Life Chapter 298: Poaching again?
Chen Zhou received the honorary certificate for the best speaker and a check on the podium with a smile on his face.
Compared to the certificate which he casually held in his hand, Chen Zhou put the check directly into his pocket.
What's in the bag is safe, this is the principle that Chen Zhou has always believed in.
Although he would say some "arrogant" words in advance in academic matters.
After handing the award from the academic conference to Chen Zhou, Francis took out a small notebook.
It is the MAA membership card, which I intend to give to Chen Zhou.
Chen Zhou hesitated slightly, but still accepted the invitation.
After all, the prosperity of mathematics does require communication.
Only with true understanding can we change something.
"Congratulations, Chen Zhou. It was a very wonderful lecture. I am looking forward to your follow-up research." After a pause, Francis smiled and said, "The four lines of formulas at the end of the lecture really left me with a lot of expectations."
"Thank you. I also look forward to the future of mathematics." Chen Zhou replied with a smile.
Francis was stunned, but he didn't bother about the specific meaning of Chen Zhou's words.
He then said, “Speaking of which, we will soon become alumni. You are welcome to study at MIT next year.”
Chen Zhou thought for a moment and asked, "Alumni?"
Francis smiled and said, "Next door. Okay, I won't waste your time. If I continue, I'm afraid those girls who have been peeking at you will come to trouble me."
Francis was about to leave, but before he took two steps, he turned back and joked, "Before you find the person you love deeply, you can first exercise your potential to love someone deeply."
Chen Zhou was speechless and shook his head helplessly. What was this old man saying in public?
Are you that kind of person?
Also, what kind of alumni are you next door to?
Isn’t Harvard University next door?
Chen Zhou suddenly remembered that Francis graduated from Harvard University's graduate school...
Then Chen Zhou glanced at the girls Francis mentioned.
He couldn't help but feel a little scared, because the young lady with a proud figure who was squeezing him in the crowd was also among them.
There was no hesitation at all, and no chance for them to leave their people here.
Chen Zhou quickly locked onto a figure and walked forward quickly.
"Professor Zhang, what are you busy with?"
Hearing Chen Zhou's voice, Zhang Shouwu turned around and looked at Chen Zhou in surprise. This kid, is this how you greet people?
Seeing Zhang Shouwu put the barbecue that was about to reach his mouth down again, Chen Zhou felt a little embarrassed.
Help, help, help...
"Chen Zhou, you are so unexpected! It is a perfect proof! And your distribution deconstruction method is also an outstanding result!"
Hearing that the voice was a man, Chen Zhou turned his head to look at the man.
The photo in my memory overlapped with the figure in front of me. It was Terence Tao who took the initiative to "admit his mistake" on his blog because of me.
"Hello, Professor Tao. Thank you for writing me the invitation letter." Chen Zhou said sincerely.
Chen Zhou has a very favorable impression of the person in front of him.
After all, a genius who won the Fields Medal at the age of 31 is willing to actively make fun of himself on his blog, which is something many people cannot do.
"What's there to thank me for?" Tao waved his hand and said with a smile, "If I hadn't written that invitation letter, it would probably be my lifelong regret."
Chen Zhou smiled. In fact, he had never thought that he would be able to prove the Cramer conjecture at the academic conference.
Tao picked up a piece of barbecue and stuffed it into his mouth, then handed another piece to Chen Zhou: "Try it? It tastes pretty good."
Chen Zhou took the barbecue and stuffed it into his mouth.
The person in front of him was much easier to get along with than he had imagined.
Whether in terms of age or status.
After chewing the meat in his mouth, Tao took another sip of his drink before saying, "You haven't finished writing the proof of the Gerbov conjecture yet, right?"
Chen Zhou was slightly stunned, and then said: "I only have a vague idea."
After a pause, Chen Zhou continued, "Maybe someone will prove it in advance."
Now it was Tao's turn to be stunned. After a while, he said, "No matter what, you have provided new opportunities for the number theory community."
Chen Zhou didn't say anything. He reached out and picked up two sausages, handed one to Tao Zhexuan and took one for himself.
Terence Tao took the sausage with a smile.
"Okay, we'll have more time to communicate after you come to MIT. I won't waste your time."
Tao Zhexuan took a look and saw that the person was obviously walking towards Chen Zhou, so he smiled and walked away.
Chen Zhou followed his gaze, a little confused.
Why are they all saying wait for me to come to MIT?
It wasn't until the man came closer that Chen Zhou finally understood.
The balcony of the banquet hall.
"What an eye-opening proof! I didn't expect you to perfect the distributed deconstruction method again in such a short time!"
"Thank you for the compliment."
Chen Zhou looked at the German old man in front of him with a strange expression.
Is this the rhythm of taking turns to praise yourself?
This is so embarrassing...
Faltings glanced at Chen Zhou and said again: "What you left behind is far more than the proof of the Cramer conjecture, and far more than the four lines of formulas that opened up the study of the Jebov conjecture. More importantly, the tool of distributed deconstruction is called distributed deconstruction."
"Whether it's me, Deligne, Langlands, or others, we all believe that the distribution deconstruction method will provide new opportunities for the study of number theory!"
Chen Zhou's expression became more and more strange. This sounded so familiar?
Seeing that Chen Zhou didn't say anything, Faltings turned his head and looked at him again.
Noticing Faltings's gaze, Chen Zhou coughed lightly and said slowly, "Well, Professor Faltings, you are too kind."
Faltings: “…”
There was a brief silence between the two.
Chen Zhou glanced at the old man who was rumored to be serious and unusually stern.
In the breeze, the old man's silver hair was blown a little messy.
The slightly shiny forehead seems to be telling the old man's life achievements.
At the age of 29, he proved the Model conjecture using algebraic geometry methods.
He can be said to be a true genius.
Also because of the proof of Model's conjecture, he won the Fields Medal.
Chen Zhou remembered that Zhang Shouwu once told an interesting story about his teacher, Faltings.
When Faltings was teaching at Princeton, he once talked about a paper by a French mathematician, Bismut, in class.
The paper was about 200 to 300 pages.
But Faltings only read the and deduced the entire paper.
This fully demonstrates the old man's extensive knowledge and profound mathematical accumulation.
After a moment of silence, Faltings took a sip of beer and asked again, "Would you consider publishing the proof you presented at the conference in the Annals of Mathematics?"
Chen Zhou was stunned for a moment, but then he remembered the identity of the old man in front of him, a professor at Princeton University.
There are also Deligne and Langlands, whom he mentioned earlier, both professors at Princeton University.
I don’t know if Chen Zhou was overthinking it, but he always felt that Faltings’ purpose was not just that.
Chen Zhou thought for a moment and asked, "Can I submit the proof from the academic conference again?"
Faltings explained: "Okay, this is your proof at the scene, not the submission to the academic conference. Besides, your two submissions to this academic conference have already made those guys laugh. Don't leave this paper to them."
When Chen Zhou heard Faltings talking about that group of guys, he immediately confirmed his thoughts.
Isn't this another attempt to poach people?
