Chen Muwu was a little embarrassed.
Because whether he was at Cambridge University or in the Cavendish Laboratory, he was surrounded by all old men, and there were basically no girls of the same age.
At this point, Chen Muwu must seriously criticize his teacher Rutherford.
He did not do as well as Bohr. He only focused on finding a good son-in-law for himself and married his only daughter to Fowler, but he completely ignored the other older single young men in the laboratory.
In contrast, Bohr married a good wife who was a good wife and mother.
Margaret was very enthusiastic about introducing local Danish girls to every young man who came to the Copenhagen Institute, in order to firmly tie them to her husband.
Now a young and beautiful girl suddenly appeared in front of him, and she said she wanted to take a picture with him, which really shocked Chen Muwu.
Are all Belgian girls so enthusiastic and proactive?
Or is he already so famous for his contributions to physics and astronomy that he has fans even as far away as Brussels, Belgium?
De Broglie was still standing aside, waiting to see his joke with a malicious look on his face.
After reacting, Chen Muwu immediately acted like a gentleman. He was just taking a photo and it would not have any impact on himself.
After all, he is the first fan to meet him, so he should be treated well.
Chen Muwu smiled and nodded to her, pointing to the camera not far away.
Then he waved his hand and called to the photographer: "Please help us take another picture."
The two stood side by side and took a photo with the lawn and the big tree behind them as the background.
"Merci, monsieur Chen!"
After the photographer signaled the two of them that the photo had been taken, the girl said something in French to Chen Muwu.
Chen Muwu probably understood this sentence. He knew that the first word was "thank you".
The second one is the French word for “monsieur” that de Broglie would occasionally blurt out when he was speaking smoothly.
The third one is his own surname, Chen.
After saying this, the girl seemed to be blushing and ran away from him, leaving a confused Chen Muwu standing there.
"Chen, do you know who that girl was just now?" Deborah asked with a smile.
Chen Muwu didn't know why: "Her? Isn't she the girl who played the piano for everyone at the practice banquet yesterday?"
"Yes, you have a good memory! But what I want to ask you is, do you know her name?"
Chen Muwu shook his head.
"Her name is Eve Denise Curie. She is the youngest daughter of Madame Curie. She is still a student at the College of Sevigny. It is estimated that she just has some time this year, so she and her mother Madame Curie Let’s get up to Brussels for a meeting and take a few days of sightseeing.”
Chen Muwu was a little surprised when he heard de Broglie say this name.
Before learning this fact, he had never connected Eve with Madame Curie.
After all, the girl just now had brown hair, while Madame Curie had blond hair.
However, after de Broglie said this, Chen Muwu thought about it carefully and felt that there were indeed some similarities between the eyebrows of Eve and her mother.
Pierre and Marie had two daughters together. The eldest daughter, Irena, married Frederic Joliot, Marie Curie's later assistant.
After the two got married, in order to pass on the great surname Curie, the young couple changed their surname to Joliot-Curie, which is commonly known as the Little Curie couple by future generations.
Of course, Frederic is still studying for his PhD under Langevin and has not yet been introduced to Marie Curie as his assistant.
As an aside, Helene Joliot-Curie, the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Curie, later married his colleague Michel Langevin.
These two people, one is the granddaughter of Madame Curie and the other is the grandson of Langevin.
Chen Muwu remembered that he once read a book called "The Biography of Madame Curie".
The author of this biography is the same Eve Curie just now.
Eve was born in 1904, a little more than two years younger than Chen Muwu.
As de Broglie said, Eve, who is less than twenty years old, is now studying at the College of Sevigny in Paris.
Although this school is called a college, it is actually just a high school. After graduation, students can obtain a unique French diploma, a bachelor's degree.
This degree is between a high school diploma and a bachelor's degree, and is almost equivalent to college preparatory courses in later generations.
Mr. and Mrs. Curie and Mr. and Mrs. Curie, these four are all scientists who are devoted to the research of radioactivity. Each of them has won a Nobel Prize, and Marie Curie has won two.
However, unlike her parents, sister and brother-in-law, the youngest daughter Eve did not embark on a scientific path.
Eve has shown great talent in art since she was a child, especially in piano playing. Although she is still young, she has already held piano recitals in Paris, other provinces and neighboring Belgium.
This is why she performed the piano in front of everyone at yesterday's practice banquet, and the melody was so beautiful.
Of course Chen Muwu didn't know the truth behind the above-mentioned things. He was just thinking, why did Eve Curie come to take a photo with him?
Just when Chen Muwu was a little troubled like the young Werther in Goethe's novel, the teacher Rutherford, who was chatting with others, took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, and then suddenly called his name.
"Chen, hurry up, we're about to leave soon!"
"Okay, Director, I'll be here right away!"
Chen Muwu, de Broglie and Blackett, two friends who were about to part ways, shook hands and said a few words of farewell.
Blackett was okay, he was just going to the University of Göttingen for a year as an exchange.
But I don’t know when I will see De Broglie next time.
Chen Muwu took out the handwritten letter again and asked Langevin to send it to Einstein in Germany.
Then he trotted all the way to Rutherford and Old Bragg.
After the Solvay Conference, only three of the participants returned to the UK from Brussels, so the organizer bought their return tickets together.
Because the Belgians paid for it, their return route this time was no longer from Brussels south to Paris and then to Calais, but directly north to Antwerp, where the three of them would take a boat directly to the UK.
…
The voyage from Belgium to England was much longer than the voyage from France, so Chen Muwu spent more time on the ship in a daze than when he arrived.
The English Channel was relatively calm tonight. Chen Muwu let go of his worries. He was bored, but he would not get seasick.
But Rutherford didn't want his good student to enjoy his leisure time. Even though there were many strange passengers on the boat, he still went his own way and said in his trademark loud voice: "Chen, have you finished writing your theoretical paper?"
"No, director, I haven't started writing yet, but it's all already there." Chen Muwu stretched out his hand and patted his head with some pride, "I plan to use a typewriter as soon as I return to the laboratory. Come out and send it to the Annals of Physics."
But what he received was not the teacher's praise, but Rutherford's rebuke: "This paper of yours is not a long one, and there are no pictures and data. It is a short and exquisite purely theoretical paper. Does it have to be written with a typewriter?" Can't you type it out?
"If it were me, I could write it overnight on the ship tonight, and then when I arrive in London tomorrow, I would send it directly to Nature!"
Although Rutherford didn't speak too clearly, Chen Muwu already knew what he was going to do on the boat tonight.
He found a quiet corner, took out a pen and notebook, and on the slightly rocking boat, he began to write this paper on the Exclusion Principle by hand letter by letter.
Rutherford, who was holding a pipe in his mouth, chatted with Old Bragg, who was holding a cigar, while puffing on smoke.
"Ernest, I plan to write to the Nobel Prize jury this year to nominate your talented student. If he can successfully win the prize this year, then in addition to Bohr, you will have another Students can get that medal you can’t get,” joked Bragg Sr.
Rutherford obviously heard the irony in his words: "Oh, isn't it just a physics prize? If I want to get it, it's as easy as grabbing a piece of candy from a child's hand!"
But he also knew that he was just being tough.
Since taking over from his teacher Sr. Thomson and becoming the director of the Cavendish Laboratory, Rutherford has devoted all his work to the management of the laboratory.
He has not personally participated in any experimental projects anymore. The experiment five years ago in which alpha particles were used to bombard nitrogen atoms to obtain protons was the last experiment he did in recent years.
However, after hearing that Old Bragg wanted to nominate Chen Muwu for the Nobel Prize, Rutherford also became interested.
So far, he has taught two Nobel Prize-winning students, Soddy, who won the Chemistry Prize in 1921, and Bohr, who won the Physics Prize in 1922.
Since Rutherford took over Cavendish, so far, only Aston has been awarded the Chemistry Prize in the laboratory.
However, Aston was conducting experiments with old Thomson, and it really had nothing to do with Lu.
Fortunately, God (is this God's surname Eddington?) sent him a "gift" Chen Muwu.
Although he has no hope of winning the physics prize, if there are a few more Nobel Prizes in physics in the Cavendish Laboratory, wouldn't it still show that he has good management?
It seems that after returning to the laboratory, I should write a few more letters to find people and ask them to help name Chen Muwu.
No matter how many nominations are made, it is actually useless. At best, it will only serve to exert pressure.
If the gentlemen at the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences still refuse to nod regardless of life or death as they did when they rejected Einstein, then no matter how much preparation they make, they will only be in vain.
…
As daylight grew brighter, the ship finally sailed into the British port of Dover.
After disembarking, Rutherford and Old Bragg passed British customs smoothly.
Because both of them were knights, they even made it to the front of the queue.
Chen Muwu, who had dark circles under his eyes, had no choice but to line up at the end of the queue of foreigners again, waiting for the people in front of him to be made difficult by the customs masters one by one, and finally it was his turn to accept the trouble.
Rutherford, who had not seen his student for a long time, left and returned.
"Chen, why are you still queuing here?"
"Director, there is no other way. I am a foreigner. According to British rules, I can only do this."
"I remember, didn't you join the Royal Astronomical Society? Where's your badge? With the royal honorary title, you have a series of privileges, do you know?"
"This...no one has ever told me. I thought it was of no use, so I left the badge in Cambridge. I didn't bring it with me this time."
"Oh, you!"
Rutherford shook his head helplessly, motioned for Chen Muwu to follow him, and led him to the customs office.
The customs staff recognized that the little old man with a mustache was a noble man, so he had no choice but to turn a blind eye to this kind of queue-jumping behavior.
After Rutherford showed his ID again, he took Chen Muwu and quickly passed the customs again.
Only then did Chen Muwu realize the benefits of the privileged class. This time, the customs just pretended to check his passport. No one opened his suitcase to check, and no doctor checked his body.
He sighed in his heart, no wonder everyone wants to be a noble
It seems that I will have to carry that Royal Astronomical Society badge with me from now on!
(End of chapter)
