Chen Muwu persuaded Dirac for a long time before the latter finally decided to write this paper containing a new quantum statistical method.
But Dirac also made a request, that is, although he wrote it himself, he must write Chen Muwu's name as the first author.
Chen Muwu felt that he could not agree to this request.
If he agreed, wouldn't it be equivalent to Dirac selling himself and still counting the money?
So the two started a new round of rejections. In the end, Dirac reluctantly agreed to be the first author, letting Chen Muwu's name be listed behind his.
But at the same time, Dirac also promised Chen Muwu another thing, which was to start from pure mathematics and try to prove that matrix mechanics and wave mechanics are mathematically equivalent.
Chen Muwu pretended to point out a few terms again, such as matrix operators and Hilbert spaces.
The reason why he didn't go on in depth was because he only knew a few terms. If he spoke too much, he would show his timidity, but the high and low points could also point Dirac in a direction.
Before leaving, Chen Muwu remembered one more thing.
“Oh, by the way, Paul, one more thing.
"As you can see, I have now moved out of Mrs. Brown's house and into this room in Trinity College.
"However, I have two compatriots who have now taken my place in the room on the second floor of Mrs. Brown's house. They are new here. Please take care of them."
"Chen, what a coincidence. St. John's College has also informed me that they have already vacated a vacant room for me to move in before the start of the fall semester. I'm afraid I can't agree to your request."
"In that case, forget it. Then I will help you move tomorrow. After moving, you can write the paper on quantum statistics as soon as possible, and you can still meet the deadline of the Royal Society's "Proceedings of the Natural Sciences". Submit the paper."
"Okay, then I'll thank you in advance."
The people who were arranged by Chen Muwu to live in Mrs. Brown's house were naturally Zhao Zhongyao and Shi Ruwei.
Mrs. Brown had never eaten authentic Chinese food since the round-faced Magdalen College student left Cambridge for France.
When it comes to cooking, Chen Muwu is a lazy dog and has always been able to muddle along. Until he also moved out of the rented room, Mrs. Brown had never eaten even a meal cooked by Chen.
Mrs. Brown was very happy to hear that Chinese students could live in her home again.
The first thing she did after meeting the three of them was asking if anyone knew how to cook Chinese food.
After receiving a positive reply, Mrs. Brown directly waved her hand and lowered the price of the room to the lowest.
…
Only two days after the lecture, Oppenheimer sent Chen Muwu his compiled notes.
Although it cannot be said that the content of the lecture he gave at the Kapitsa Club the day before yesterday was recorded word for word, basically all the key points were recorded clearly.
"Robert, how much did you understand this lecture?"
Although he was a recent undergraduate graduate from Harvard University, Oppenheimer was probably one of the most theoretically knowledgeable people in the audience that day.
After the lecture, before Chen Muwu had time to collect feedback from the audience, he was disrupted by Dirac who came out halfway.
He had always wanted to know what his teaching level was. The reason why he agreed to Kapitsa's invitation was that the Kapitsa Club came to hold this lecture just to test the waters in advance.
Don't wait until the building is built and your coaching level is like Bohr's. That would be a big mistake.
Oppenheimer was a little embarrassed: "Teacher Chen, to be honest, I didn't understand much."
"Am I not explaining it clearly?"
"That's not the case, Teacher Chen. In fact, your theory is a bit advanced, and I feel that this problem no longer only exists at the physical level, but has risen to a philosophical level, so it is a little difficult for me to understand and accept it."
"That is to say, my speech is not bad, not incoherent and unclear, right?"
"Yes, the main reason is that my level is too low."
"Robert, you don't have to be so humble. This has nothing to do with your level. Before a real single photon source or single electron source appears and real single particle interference experiments can be done in the laboratory, is this experimental phenomenon really true? , is originally a matter worth discussing.
"But it's actually a good thing that you can think deeply about this problem. I have another assignment here. Do you want to try it?"
Of course Oppenheimer knew that the homework Chen Muwu said was definitely not as simple as the exercises at the back of the textbook.
The homework he mentioned might be able to be published as a short paper in a secondary publication if it is sorted out a little.
Of course, Oppenheimer would not refuse the opportunity that came his way.
"To what extent do you understand quantum mechanics? Can you use matrix mechanics to try to solve the spectrum of hydrogen atoms?"
"Well, Teacher Chen, I originally planned to study the mathematical tool of matrices in depth, but as soon as I came to Cambridge, I saw your paper on wave mechanics published in Nature magazine. I think this method It suited me better, so I returned the related linear algebra books to the library."
Of course there is nothing wrong with Oppenheimer's approach. It is human nature to seek the near at the expense of the far away.
"Robert, I'm afraid you have to borrow those mathematics books now. I still need to use matrix mechanics for this assignment. I hope that you, Zhao and Shi, together, can prove the matrix at the physical level. Mechanics and wave mechanics are equivalent.
"But I would like to remind you one thing, don't think you have a lot of time to do this. Physicists all over the world should be trying to do this now. You are better than If others are one day late, they may miss the opportunity to publish a paper.”
Seeing that Chen Muwu's assignment was indeed a publishable paper as he thought, Oppenheimer suddenly became interested.
He patted his chest and promised Chen Muwu that he would write this paper as soon as possible.
…
Chen Muwu originally planned to compile the meeting minutes sent by Oppenheimer into a paper as soon as possible, and pursue the victory so that probability waves, a somewhat shocking physics concept, would continue to shock the physics world.
But not long after sending Oppenheimer away, Kapitsa came to visit again.
He was wearing a handsome windbreaker and a matching hat on his head. As soon as he entered the door, he couldn't wait to pull Chen Muwu up from the chair next to the desk.
"Chen, have you noticed anything different about me today compared to before?"
Chen Muwu pretended to observe the Russian carefully, then nodded thoughtfully, and said solemnly: "Well, it is indeed different from before. I guess, you should She had an unsightly haircut, so she still wore a hat after entering the room."
It is rude to enter a room without taking off your hat. The subtext of this behavior is that the owner of the hat thinks that the place is unsafe.
Of course, Chen Muwu didn't really want to argue with Kapitsa about this matter. He just didn't know what kind of nerve Kapitsa had.
Kapitsa embarrassedly pulled the hat off his head with his hands: "Chen, I originally wanted to pull you up here and leave immediately, so I didn't take off the hat on my head."
"It's just a joke, Peter, please don't take it seriously. What's the reason you came to see me today?"
Seeing the smile on Chen Muwu's face, Kapitsa also laughed: "I knew you wouldn't care about this with me. Stop dealing with your boring words,"
He pointed at the note sent by Oppenheimer on the table, "I bought a new car and I will take you for a ride today!"
After speaking, Kapitsa directly grabbed Chen Muwu's wrist without waiting for him to express his position.
"I'm going! Why don't I go!"
After locking the door of the room and following Kapitsa to the gate of Trinity College, Chen Muwu saw a red convertible car parked on the roadside.
"What brand of car is this? Rolls-Royce?"
He didn't know much about British cars. He only knew about luxury cars like Rolls-Royce and Bentley. Other than that, he only knew about Jaguar.
Moreover, Chen Muwu also saw that there seemed to be a small metal figure welded to the top of the radiator of the car, so he guessed that this might be a Rolls-Royce.
"Lagonda, the latest model released this year."
Lagonda, never heard of it.
Of course Chen Muwu didn't know that this brand of car would later be called Aston Martin.
But he followed Kapitsa a few steps further, and when he reached the front of the car, he discovered that the thing welded to the radiator was not the little person called a goddess, but... a crocodile.
"This car logo of yours is really novel."
Kapicha laughed loudly after hearing this: "I carved and welded this crocodile myself. How about it? My craftsmanship is pretty good, right?"
Well……
Although he didn't know much about cars, he felt that the car was expensive based on the workmanship.
In addition, it is still the 1920s, and the automobile industry can be said to be still in its infancy, and the relative price of automobiles will only be higher than in later generations.
An ugly crocodile was so casually welded onto such an expensive machine?
Seeing that Chen Muwu was a little confused, Kapitsa explained: "Sir Rutherford's birthday is coming soon, and I want to give him a birthday gift."
"So, you plan to give this car to the teacher?"
"That's not true..." Kapitsa looked at Chen Muwu as if he were a fool, and thought to himself, how could I give such an expensive car away, "I just want to use this way to express my respect to Sir."
Chen Muwu couldn't comment on his behavior.
It can only be said that Kapitsa really loves his teacher Rutherford deeply.
(End of chapter)
