If the Cavendish Laboratory is regarded as an empire that brings together countless physicists, then Thomson Sr., the previous director of the laboratory, is equivalent to the emperor in this country.
It's just that there are many types of emperors. Old Thomson can only be regarded as Tang Gaozu Li Yuan, not as high as Qing Gaozong Hongli.
Although he is respected by others, he has very little power.
Five years ago, when Rutherford took over the Cavendish Laboratory, he had already made everything clear to his teacher, Old Thomson.
As director, Rutherford said that he was responsible for everything in the entire laboratory, and no one, not even Old Thomson, could just interfere.
But in order to show respect for the teacher, Rutherford also specially set aside several laboratories in the laboratory for old Thomson to use for his usual experiments here.
Now, the problem came to Chen Muwu. Old Thomson came to see him personally, but he was too embarrassed to refuse directly in person.
And Chen Muwu thought of another thing.
If I can really help him now, then in a month or two, when Zhao Zhongyao and Shi Ruwei come to Cambridge from China, will Old Thomson be able to take advantage of this contribution? What about the two of them admitted to Trinity College?
"Uh, Sir, have you brought this student's information? If so, please give me a copy. I will go to Director Rutherford to talk about this matter."
Old Thomson grinned, and the glasses on his nose were lifted a bit by the muscles on his face: "Chen, I knew you wouldn't reject me!"
Seeing that the purpose of his trip had been achieved, Old Thomson hung the gold medal back on the nail on the wall, and then stood up from the sofa: "I will have someone send you the materials about this student later. , he is a top student at Harvard University in the United States. According to Professor Bridgeman who wrote a letter of recommendation to him, he also has a smart brain. I believe that if you have him by your side, you will be able to come up with those weird theories. Research may also be of great help.”
Bridgman is also an old acquaintance of Chen Muwu, and Ye Qisun is his doctor, and the two met at the Solvay Conference in Brussels, Belgium, in April this year.
Rutherford also attended that meeting. Since he recommended students, why didn't his teacher accept them?
Chen Muwu not only couldn't figure out this question, he also couldn't figure out whether the old director's last words were praising him or scolding him.
His recent theoretical research was called "not doing business properly" by Rutherford, but became "bizarre" by Old Thomson. This is really funny and helpless.
Seeing that Old Thomson was already thinking of leaving, Chen Muwu also stood up and left his room with him.
Chen Muwu left the college, found a small restaurant nearby, dealt with it randomly, and then returned to his room. It was not until it was time to turn on the lamp that he read the letters he had received in more than forty days one by one. Finish and reply.
The next morning, before leaving Trinity College for the Cavendish Laboratory, the warden in traditional clothes stopped Chen Muwu again.
"Dr. Chen, this is the information the dean asked me to forward to you."
While walking on the road, Chen Muwu opened the large envelope and took out the student files inside.
The first thing that came into view was, of course, the black and white photo posted in the corner. The clear face had a pair of bright eyes, and he looked quite upright.
Chen Muwu looked across the photo again and looked at the text column on the left.
Julius Robert O…
Oppenheimer!
Although it was still more than twenty years before he ignited the first atomic bomb in human history named "Slender Man" in the New Mexico desert, in Chen Muwu's brain, Oppenheimer took the lead in igniting another atomic bomb. One.
Now, for the first time, Chen Muwu felt the butterfly effect caused by his time travel.
During the last stretch of the journey from Trinity College to the Cavendish Laboratory, Chen Muwu unconsciously walked very slowly as he sorted out the ins and outs of this matter in his mind.
Chen Muwu believes that although he has taken away the achievements of Compton at the University of Chicago, his influence on the United States should still be very limited.
Therefore, whether Oppenheimer graduated from Harvard University or came to Cambridge University, he should have followed the original direction of history and had nothing to do with his own time travel.
It seems that the problem lies with Blackett, a good friend he met after coming to Cambridge.
After meeting the talented Chen Muwu at Cambridge University, although Blackett seemed dull on the surface, he was unwilling to admit defeat and gained a certain amount of motivation in his studies.
Coupled with Chen Muwu's intervention last year, Blackett discovered evidence of nuclear transmutation and the first isotope of oxygen in thousands of cloud chamber photos a year earlier than originally planned. , oxygen seventeen.
These achievements allowed Blackett to receive the Moseley Scholarship one year earlier than originally planned to continue his studies at the University of Göttingen.
Although he just left, after he left, the newcomer Oppenheimer, who was originally assigned to Blackett by Old Thomson, now became Chen Muwu's subordinate.
It seemed that this was Chen Muwu blocking the knife for Blackett.
Fear was Chen Muwu's first reaction.
In the original time and space, Oppenheimer was very depressed because of his time in the laboratory, but he gave his second boss Blackett a poisoned apple dipped in cyanide.
Although Chen Muwu planned to never eat an apple from now on, it did not mean that Oppenheimer had no other ways to deal with him.
So it seemed that the neurotic must be allowed to spend his time in Cambridge happily.
Where did Old Thomson send himself a student? It's like sending an old man who needs to be cared for front and back.
Chen Muwu didn't know whether this was a matter of worry or joy.
As soon as he entered the door of Cavendish Laboratory, Chen Muwu took this Oppenheimer student file up the iron staircase to the second floor and knocked on the door of teacher Rutherford's office.
"Director," Chen Muwu said straight to the point after being allowed to enter the office, "Sir Thomson found me yesterday and said he wanted to arrange a student for me."
"Well, I know about it, the American from Harvard, right?"
Obviously, Rutherford had already known about the existence of a person like Oppenheimer.
"Yes, teacher."
“I read the recommendation letter written by Professor Bridgeman, and he said in the letter that this student was very clumsy in the laboratory, and theoretical physics was his strength.
"What is the use of having such a student in our Cavendish Laboratory? He should go to Einstein's Berlin or Bohr's Copenhagen."
Rutherford suddenly realized that he had spoken too much, so he quickly went back to make amends.
"Chen, of course, I just said that this American from Harvard is not mocking you. A genius like you should stay in our Cavendish Laboratory and should not go anywhere else!"
"Director, you and Sir Thomson, as well as other professors and colleagues in the laboratory have been very kind to me. Of course I will not go anywhere."
Rutherford rubbed his temples with his fingers: "In other words, after being rejected by me, this American approached the old director again, right?"
Chen Muwu nodded.
"His connections are really wide! Chen, I know you have no choice but to come to me to talk about this because of the old director's face, right? It doesn't matter, I will step in this time and I will go and talk to you. The teacher said, it’s me who doesn’t want this student, it has nothing to do with you.”
Rutherford saw that his favorite disciple in front of him was very troubled, so he decided to personally help him solve his problems.
But Chen Muwu did not accept this. Since he had already promised Old Thomson in advance, he could never go back on his promise at this moment: "Teacher, the old director is so old and he comes to me personally to talk about this matter. Don't let it happen." It was so difficult for him. Since I am now a staff member of the Cavendish Laboratory, it is natural for me to accept a few students."
Hearing that Chen Muwu actually refused to help him refuse, Rutherford's hand holding the match stopped in mid-air. He turned to him with a pipe in his mouth and asked: "Chen, what did you say?"
He finally struck the match in his hand and lit the pipe: "That's right. Your theoretical level is also very high. It's just right to put this American under your command. But I only ask for one thing, that is, you will Can't we use this student as an excuse to study theoretical issues openly?
Rutherford took a deep breath, then blew out a long smoke ring, and complained with a look of enjoyment: "I don't know how he came to Cambridge when he didn't even want to do experiments in a rich school like Harvard University. Then, he just focused on our Cavendish Laboratory, which has no money?"
"Director, maybe... we will have money soon."
Chen Muwu told Rutherford in detail about his meeting with the Duke of York at the British Embassy in France after the Paris Olympics. At the same time, he watched helplessly as the expression on his teacher's face became more and more exaggerated. .
At the end of the sentence, Rutherford simply stood up from the chair and walked up to him: "Chen, you mean, you just had a meal with the Duke of York, and then you brought him to the Cavendish Laboratory." A sum of ten thousand pounds per year?"
Chen Muwu nodded: "Yes, teacher, the royal family has contacted Sir Thomson a few days ago. It is estimated that it will not be long before the procedures for this money are completed."
"Chen, you are really, you are really... ugh!"
Rutherford was so excited that he could not speak coherently, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head, and in the end he slapped Chen Muwu's shoulder heavily.
"Chen, you have really helped the entire Cavendish Laboratory a lot. I, I really don't know how to thank you!"
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