The paper was very long, but just by looking at the title and abstract, Lot Dugan knew that the paper really needed to be that long, otherwise the issue would not be clear at all.
In fact, any proof of unity cannot be completed in a short space of time.
Of course, one day would definitely not be enough to review this paper, and even this time it was not possible for him to review it alone.
So Lot Dugan was not in a hurry to read the text, even though he did feel a little impatient.
After all, as an old man who has been immersed in mathematics for decades, he clearly understands what it means if Qiao Ze's paper can withstand scrutiny.
Will he start a sect at the age of eighteen and become one of the top mathematicians?
Well, Lot Dugan swore that he was already very optimistic about Qiao Ze. He must think more highly of Qiao Ze than many people in the world. But this kid is only eighteen years old after all. The next time the Fields Medal is evaluated, it should be three. Years later, he was only 21 years old, too young.
Young enough to make countless people jealous.
After these fleeting thoughts, the image of the old guy from the Institute for Advanced Study next door who rushed into his office to have a big fight the day before yesterday appeared in Lot Dugan's mind.
Ah……
I, an arrogant old man, don’t take Princeton’s century-old reputation seriously?
Well, Lot Dugan thinks that the number of people who are qualified to review Joeze's paper probably does not exceed three figures.
But it just so happened that the old guy was one of those three figures.
This is probably one of the biggest advantages of "Annals of Mathematics".
The School of Mathematics and the Institute for Advanced Study cover almost all major research fields in mathematics.
No matter how excellent the paper is, you can always find suitable reviewers as soon as possible.
At this moment, Lot Dugan was on top.
Although he hasn't read Qiao Ze's paper yet, for a mathematician, this is the unknown pleasure.
He decided to invite the old guy to review the manuscript, not as a double-blind review, but as a single-blind review.
He would generously give him Qiao Ze's paper and ask him to give his opinion.
Just like Einstein's definition of real existence.
Yesterday, present and future all exist simultaneously and depend on the position and movement of the observer.
Lot Dugan wasn't sure whether Joze's paper was persuasive enough, but he wanted to take a gamble and bet on whether he could permanently preserve the fragments of Lott angrily criticizing Lott yesterday, understanding Lott today, and Lott in the future. .
So Lot Dugan picked up the phone on his desk. It was good. The person on the other side was kind enough to give him face and didn't hang up the phone directly.
"Professor Milnor, if you have time, why not come to my office again."
"Ha, I'm glad you didn't call me damn Daniel, so you figured it out and wanted to apologize to me in person? Shouldn't you come to my office to apologize?"
"Apologise to you? Haha, Professor Milnor, you are overthinking. I just invited you to see something. I swear, you will be very interested. Even in the next week, you will be addicted to what I show you. , and then you will say to me, oh, Professor Dugan, I understand you, you are not confused, but can you give me his email address?"
"He? That Chinese kid? He submitted another paper? Are you kidding me? The paper machine cannot be so efficient, unless it is worthless!"
"Anyway, I have invited you. If you choose not to come, I will find other reviewers in half an hour. And if everyone agrees with this paper, I will choose to send this paper to the official website for pre-registration again. Hot. Like you said, continue to drain Princeton's credibility.
Unless you can quickly oust me from my position as editor-in-chief, I have the right to do so. But there is really not much time left for you. After all, the review of this paper only takes a week. The people on the board of directors who are willing to support me may not necessarily be able to keep me, but there is no problem in helping me delay for some time. "
After saying that, Lot Dugan hung up the phone directly.
He didn't need to listen to guess that the hot-tempered guy must be using full enthusiasm and words starting with f to express how much he wanted something to happen with him.
No way, not every mathematician has such a good education, especially those guys from the west.
This guy's mouth is as bad as his temper.
And Lot Dugan was sure that this guy would not be able to resist coming to his office.
Not only because of curiosity, but also because Professor Daniel Milnor was most likely furious at this time. If he didn't come to have a fight with him, he probably wouldn't be able to do anything all day long.
Facts also proved that Lot Dugan's inference was correct.
It didn't take half an hour at all. Thirteen minutes later, noisy sounds came from outside the door.
"Oh, my God, Mr. Milnor, you..."
"Go away, I'm looking for that bastard Lott. I suggest you call 911 for him quickly, because I will have a duel between men with that bastard later. Obviously he will be beaten badly!"
Along with this violent voice, the door of Lott Dugan's office was pushed open, and a burly guy rushed in.
He didn't even hold an umbrella, and his whole body was already covered with rainwater, especially the distinctive golden hair on his head, which was already mixed and messy. After being soaked by the drizzle, he looked even more embarrassed.
Lot Dugan quietly glanced at the worried secretary who was following Daniel Milnor, and said: "Okay, go out and close the door. Also, don't call 911. I really don't want to do it for three months." Then I received a bill from the hospital out of nowhere.”
The secretary shrugged and closed the door.
Well, she didn't like this Professor Milnor.
Not only because of his rude behavior, but also because of this guy's sloppy appearance.
It's hard to imagine a great mathematician being so unkempt.
Relatively speaking, Professor Dugan is much better. Except for the fact that the table in the room is a little messy and he never allows others to touch the things on his table, at least he always looks clean and tidy.
…
"Lotte, you better give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise I swear, for you, not calling 911 is definitely the second stupidest decision you have made this year. The stupidest decision is of course that you wrote an article without The pre-qualification papers were posted on the official website for half a month.
Damn it, tell me, when did your brain start not working? Sadly, your stupidity is beginning to rival that of the old man who lives at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, D.C.! "
"Bang!" Daniel Milnor responded with a thick stack of information.
While waiting for the grumpy old man to arrive, Lot Dugan had already asked his secretary to print out Joze's paper and complete the binding.
"Okay, even if you want to duel, please take the time to read this paper first, and then tell me, and then tell me whether this paper is valuable. Is it worth pre-heating publicity in advance? Although you are indeed a bastard, I never There is no doubt about your sensitivity to mathematics. After all, it does take some skill to make so many people tolerate your intolerable shortcomings."
After speaking, Lot Dugan picked up the paper and handed it over.
In fact, he wanted to push it directly from the table.
But unfortunately, there is no way to push directly through the messy desk.
It just so happens that what he can't tolerate the most is the changing locations of files on his desktop. Because this will cause him to spend too much time searching for certain information when he needs it.
Daniel Milnor glared at Lott, and before taking the printed paper, he subconsciously wiped his slightly wet hands on his clothes.
Then, the title of the paper he read made him stunned, and then he frowned. After quickly browsing the abstract, Daniel Milnor raised his head, looked at the skinny little old man opposite and said, "Lot, are you kidding me?"
Lot Dugan stared into the other person's eyes, pointed to another paper bound on the desk and said, "What makes you think I would joke about this kind of thing?"
Daniel Milnor thought for a while and said no more. He simply moved a stool and sat directly opposite Lot Dugan. He began to read the papers with a serious expression.
One minute……
ten minutes……
When he saw Daniel Milnor quiet down, Lot Dugan also opened the paper.
Just by looking at the expression on the person opposite him, he could tell that at least the beginning of Qiao Ze's paper was not a big problem.
After both of them focused on the paper, no one paid attention to the passage of time.
…
"Bang bang bang..."
Lot Dugan raised his head and glared at the guy opposite.
What kind of bad habit is this?
To attract someone's attention, you can call him, "What does it mean to slap the table?"
"Lot, so that Chinese guy submitted two papers at once? After you read his paper, you published the first one, then publicized it, caused controversy, and then published the paper as quickly as possible? I don't understand. You have been to China, right? So this Qiao is your illegitimate son? "
Lot Dugan looked at the guy opposite speechlessly.
Mathematicians do need imagination, but that's not how imagination is used.
"Are you sure you've finished reading the paper?"
"How is that possible? You clearly know that it will take at least a week to review this paper, and this is even when I spend most of my time reading and verifying this paper! This is respect for research!"
"Okay then, one week. Remember to give me a reply in one week." Lot Dugan said expressionlessly.
"No, you haven't told me yet. You have reviewed this paper, right? Do you really think he is right?" Daniel Milnor said excitedly.
The little old man smiled slightly and said: "Daniel, you are an independent reviewer. If you must refer to my opinion, then it is true. I have already read this paper, and I think it is very perfect. The one you think is terrible Young Chinese man, he has unified the non-Abelian commutative field and the Riemannian space like magic. What this means, I think you know better than me.
What a wonderful result. Can you believe it? If he is right, the proof of many related problems can be simplified. Riemannian geometry will be able to express the properties of many complex solutions. It can even be extended to solve a series of nonlinear differential equations. In addition, I still say that, please remember that the author of this paper, Joe, is only eighteen years old! "
Daniel Milnor gave Lot Dugan one last look, said no more, but turned around and left with the paper.
Well, Lot Dugan cheated on this guy.
Because he hasn't even read Qiao Ze's paper in full.
Now he can quietly think about the first question raised in the paper.
However, within three minutes, his office door was pushed open again.
Lot Dugan raised his head suspiciously and looked at Daniel who was returning.
However, the rude professor did not say hello to him. Instead, he looked around in his office and quickly locked the target. He went directly to take away the big black umbrella hanging not far from the door, and then directly directed him again. leave.
The speed was so fast that before Lot Dugan could react, this guy had already slammed the office door.
Um……
This guy seemed to have just snatched his umbrella? It's still his favorite umbrella.
"That damned rude mugger!" muttered Lot Dugan.
I didn't feel too annoyed, because obviously the guy was afraid of getting the paper in his hand wet.
So Lot Dugan pressed the button, and his secretary quickly opened the door.
"Mr. Dugan, are you looking for me?"
"Yes, Peter. Daniel just snatched my umbrella, and you failed to fulfill your responsibility, so you have to compensate me for an umbrella. The black one, please buy it now."
"Forehead……"
"Okay, just kidding. You don't need to pay, but you still have to take the money and buy my umbrella immediately. Do you feel better now?"
"Yes, Professor Dugan." The secretary nodded honestly, then stepped forward and took the 50 dollars handed to him by the little old man.
Running errands on rainy days is indeed tiring, but at least he doesn't need to pay for it, right?
…
Unlike the weather in the small town of Princeton, the weather in Xilin is sunny and the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, which proves that tomorrow will be good weather again.
It's a pity that the National Day holiday is over.
Qiao Ze and Su Mucheng were walking on campus as usual.
The girl held Qiao Ze's arms unscrupulously, declaring her sovereignty, and kept talking, reporting to Qiao Ze the developments of those in the research team.
"Brother Liu was very happy today when he got the documents approved by the school, and he kept humming."
"Yeah." Qiao Ze nodded, thinking that Liu Chenfeng might not be happy for long this time. He had no choice but to prove the quality gap, and he really couldn't bring Liu Chenfeng with him.
It's like he didn't force Zhang Zhou and Gu Zhengliang to do the current project together for the same reason.
If the accumulation is not enough, it will not be helpful to the subject at all, and there is no point in forcing it.
But Qiao Ze has already thought about it.
After he finishes the new project, he can help Liu Chenfeng apply for a related project, so that Liu Chenfeng can take Zhang Zhou and Gu Zhengliang to complete the project together.
I believe everyone will be satisfied with this, right?
