Volume 1: Student Life Chapter 299 The future must be bright

Sure enough, Faltings added: "Your previous paper on the extended study of Cramer's conjecture and the distribution deconstruction method was also reviewed by me, Deligne, and Langlands."

"They, like me, have shown great interest in your subsequent paper."

As he spoke, Faltings took out another can of beer from his coat pocket and handed it to Chen Zhou: "Do you need beer?"

"Uh, okay..." Chen Zhou hesitated slightly, took the beer, pulled the pull ring, and started drinking with Faltings.

"Professor Faltings, I'll prepare it when I get back and submit it to the Annals of Mathematics."

After hearing Chen Zhou's words, the little German old man finally showed a rare smile on his face.

"Don't worry, have some beer first."

Under the influence of beer, Chen Zhou and Faltings chatted while drinking, and the topics gradually became more diverse.

After finishing the last sip, Chen Zhou shook the beer can and chuckled, "Professor Faltings, wait a moment, I'll get two more cans."

Unexpectedly, before Chen Zhou finished speaking, Faltings took out two cans of beer from his coat pocket.

Chen Zhou couldn't help but admire this operation.

So coats are used to hold beer?

No wonder Zhang Shouwu, Deligne, Langlands and others all like to wear coats.

"No need to go through so much trouble. I have more." Faltings threw a can to Chen Zhou and opened one for himself.

"By the way, do you feel that MIT is missing something?" Faltings, after taking a sip of beer, brought the topic back to the topic.

Chen Zhou didn't understand what Faltings meant for a moment, and asked in confusion: "What's missing?"

“They didn’t have the Annals of Mathematics,” Faltings said.

The corner of Chen Zhou's mouth twitched unconsciously, and he subconsciously looked around the room. Fortunately, no one from MIT noticed this place.

Chen Zhou roughly understood what Faltings meant. He wanted to say that MIT did not have a journal like the "Annals of Mathematics", which is one of the four kings in mathematics.

To go deeper, the mathematics at MIT is not good...

But even if it was Professor Faltings, it wouldn't be good if he openly provoked someone on their territory. Wouldn't it?

"Professor Faltings, you are drunk..." Chen Zhou tried to change the subject.

After all, he had just received an honorary certificate and a bonus at an academic conference hosted by someone else.

Whatever, you have to help out a little, right?

Unexpectedly, Faltings turned his head and looked at him, and asked directly: "Don't you want to go to a better place? Don't you want to realize your mathematical talent?"

"You're wasting your time at MIT, but at Princeton you'll realize your full mathematical potential!"

"This..." Chen Zhou was quite amused and kept sighing that his feeling was so accurate.

This guy is here to poach people again...

Moreover, this person was Zhang Shouwu’s teacher whom I had politely rejected…

Seeing Chen Zhou still hesitating, the German old man, who was always serious, frowned and stared at Chen Zhou: "Do you think what I said is wrong? Or do you not value your mathematical talent at all?"

Just when Chen Zhou didn't know how to respond and politely reject Faltings' kindness.

A voice came over: "Faltings, you can't say that. As far as I know, Chen not only came to MIT to study mathematics, but also physics, which he is interested in."

Chen Zhou looked at this somewhat unfamiliar foreign elderly man who took the initiative to help him out, and a look of gratitude appeared on his face.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to reject Faltings' invitation again and again.

Or rather, it was an invitation from Princeton.

No matter what, Chen Zhou still hopes to establish a good relationship with these big professors at Princeton.

It also leaves room for future exchanges on academic issues.

Instead, your rejection may lead to a strained relationship.

Faltings glanced at the old man who was speaking and immediately said, "George Smoot, you shouldn't speak for your alma mater like this. Besides, don't you see that Chen's talent in mathematics has been demonstrated? But it has not left a trace in your physics!"

"But that doesn't mean there won't be any traces left in his future, does it?" George Smoot shrugged with a smile.

After hearing what Faltings said and looking at the old man in front of him called George Smoot, Chen Zhou was very surprised.

He didn't expect to meet this astrophysics giant here.

In 2006, George Smoot won the Nobel Prize in Physics for "his discovery of the blackbody form and anisotropy of the cosmic microwave background radiation."

This discovery is considered strong evidence that the universe was born in the Big Bang.

Moreover, George Smoot and Chen Zhou have one thing in common.

That is, he also started with mathematics and physics.

He received a double bachelor's degree in mathematics and physics from MIT in 1966.

However, later he gave up mathematics and devoted himself to physics.

Eventually, he earned a PhD in physics from MIT.

So, when George Smoot saw Chen Zhou, a man who was extremely similar to himself, he instantly developed a liking for him.

At the same time, George Smoot felt that if someone like Chen Zhou, who was extremely talented in mathematics, turned to studying physics, he would definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort!

Maybe, he can win a Nobel Prize in the near future just like me?

Faltings added, "But I can guarantee that his name will be on the next Fields Medal! Can you guarantee it?"

"Your Fields Medal is awarded every four years, so it's still a long way to go for the next one, but the Nobel Prize is awarded every year. I can't guarantee that." George Smoot paused, looked at Chen Zhou and said, "But I think he will definitely win the Nobel Prize in Physics before me. Oh, that's the age I was when I won the Nobel Prize."

“…”

Chen Zhou looked at the two big guys and couldn't help but feel amused because they started to confront each other.

George Smoot had passed Chen Zhou and was face to face with Faltings.

After looking at the two bosses again, Chen Zhou quietly left the balcony.

He walked into the banquet hall, glanced left and right, and found his target.

Chen Zhou walked over quickly, took a look, thought about it, and pulled his trouser pocket. It was a little small.

There's nothing we can do about it.

Chen Zhou picked up a pile of beer, turned around, and walked towards the balcony again.

"Professor Faltings, here!"

"Professor Smoot, here!"

The two bosses raised their hands to catch the beer cans, slightly stunned.

Chen Zhou opened the pull ring and raised his beer to the two of them: "Let's drink to a better future!"