1900: A physics genius wandering around Europe

Chapter 347 The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to look for light

December 1913, 12, Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences.

According to past practice, Nobel Prize winners are required to give a speech before the official award ceremony on December 12.

At this moment, Master Qian Wu was standing on the stage, already possessing some of the bearing of a master.

Although his speech was not as sensational as Li Qiwei's at that time, it also won applause from the audience.

In the front row of the audience, Li Qiwei held Wang Luyao's hand and suddenly exerted a little force.

This time, because Xianglan caught a cold, she stayed in London to recuperate.

Wang Luyao felt the warmth in her palm. The tacit understanding between husband and wife made her understand Li Qiwei's fluctuating mood at the moment.

She turned her head and said to Li Qiwei, "My husband, the Fifth Division is now able to handle things on its own. The burden on your shoulders is finally a little lighter."

Li Qiwei smiled at her, fingers linked to her heart.

“When I see them, I see hope.”

The speech ended perfectly with thunderous applause.

With Li Qiwei, a big Buddha, in charge, no one present made things difficult for Master Qian Wu and others.

Because everyone mainly came to him to say hello and ask about the City of Science.

It has now spread in the scientific community that Professor Bruce, the world's top scientist, will build a city of science in Asia.

No matter what the results are, the gimmick is huge and people in all scientific fields are very curious.

From ancient times to the present, no such city has ever been heard of.

Li Qiwei could only give a rough explanation.

On December 12, the Nobel Prize ceremony was held as scheduled in Stockholm. (The Peace Prize was held in Oslo, Norway)
This year's Nobel Prize winners took turns to go on stage to receive their awards.

With the gorgeous lighting layout and elegant and soothing music, Li Qiwei exclaimed that the Nobel Prize is getting better and better.

The first session was relatively simple.

And now, it is filled with a noble atmosphere.

After coming down from the stage, Master Qian Wu and the other two had excitement on their faces.

Soon, they stood in front of Li Qiwei, just like good kids.

At this moment, the three of them realized how important their previous doctoral studies were to them.

At the same time, they also realized the meaning of mentor.

Li Qiwei looked at the three handsome guys and became happier and happier.

He patted the three people on the shoulders, then said with a smile:

“How does it feel to win the Nobel Prize?”

"Are you excited now?"

The three of them looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

Qian Wushi said: "Before I won the Nobel Prize, I thought it was extremely sacred."

“After winning the Nobel Prize, the feeling has not changed, but I have a different understanding.”

“If others only remember that you won the Nobel Prize but don’t know what you won the prize for, it means you have failed.”

Li Qiwei's expression changed and he looked at Master Qian Wu in surprise.

"At such a young age, you have such awareness. Not bad."

"It seems that you still maintain your academic heart."

"But Fifth Master, don't be so old. You make yourself look older than me."

Qian Huzhou and Deng Huaining laughed out loud.

Li Qiwei said proudly: "Go ahead and do your research with confidence. Your efforts and achievements deserve all the honors."

The three of them instantly became excited and their blood boiled.

At this time, Tagore and several big names in the literary field walked up to Li Qivi with smiles on their faces and greeted him.

Li Qiwei also saw him, who was this year's Nobel Prize winner in Literature.

His question-and-answer session with Tagore at the second Bruce Conference was very memorable.

Tagore even believed that Ridgevich was a natural poet.

Soon, the two met. Tagore looked very excited, and his eyes were tearful when he looked at Li Qivi.

Li Qiwei smiled and congratulated him, "Congratulations, Tagore, you are the first Asian to win the Nobel Prize in Literature."

Tagore smiled and said, “Bruce, if you switch to literature, I believe you will be the second person.”

Several big men around laughed.

Before Li Qiwei could speak, Tagore said:
"The more I study your two sentences last time, the more interesting they become. I hope to publish them in my book in the future."

“Because it fits my style very well.”

"Of course I will mark this as your work, Bruce, will you agree to my request?"

Li Qiwei chuckled.

"of course can."

“It’s a small thing.”

Tagore was very happy. Professor Bruce was just as the rumors said, free and easy, enjoying the world.

Then he smiled and asked:

"Bruce, do you have any new masterpieces recently?"

"You must not bury your talent!"

Li Qiwei paused, and he actually thought of a sentence that was very consistent with the background of this era.

So he smiled and said:

"I did get something recently, but it was only one sentence."

Tagore was overjoyed when he heard this and immediately asked more questions.

"Really, Bruce? Let us see it for ourselves."

Li Qiwei thought for a few seconds and said:
"The night gave me black eyes, and I use them to find light."

The voice just fell.

boom!
Shocking!

Several big guys around felt a kind of vigorous power from this poem.

Qian Wushi, Wang Luyao and others also savored this poem carefully.

However, the person who was most shocked at this moment was undoubtedly Tagore.

It was as if thunder was exploding in his mind.

At this moment, Tagore felt that the blood in his body was boiling and his muscles were trembling.

It was an unimaginable resonance.

Dark night, black eyes, looking for light.

Isn't this talking about him?

His homeland is now a British colony, and this is the night.

But he has his motherland in his heart and fights for it unremittingly, and these are the black eyes.

Through literature, he made his voice and India's voice heard by the world, which was the search for light.

Tagore felt like he could hardly breathe.

He suddenly felt an indescribable emotion in his heart.

A line of tears slowly flowed down, and his mouth was open for a long time without uttering any syllable.

His face showed a pilgrim-like expression and flush.

This scene completely stunned Li Qiwei.

I was at a loss: Brother Tai, don’t scare me, are you reacting so strongly?
Li Qiwei certainly knew the meaning of this short poem, but he did not expect Tagore to empathize with it instantly.

He couldn't help but sigh that poets indeed all had a special sentiment.

A good poem can touch the softest part of their hearts.

It took a full minute for Tagore to gradually recover.

He wiped the corners of his eyes gently and said softly:

"I'm sorry, Bruce, I just lost my temper."

"It's because the poems you write are so good."

Tagore thought of Ridgwell's background and said:
"Before, some people in our circle questioned your work, thinking that you saw it from somewhere." "Then you slightly modified it and passed it off as your own work."

"But now, if anyone says this again, I will cut off ties with him."

"I believe that no one in the world can write the sentence you just said except you, Bruce."

"The fate of China at this moment is very similar to that of India."

"And Bruce, you are the black eye, and science is the light you find."

"Such a great and sincere emotion is mixed in this short sentence."

“It moved me endlessly.”

Li Qiwei stared blankly at Tagore analyzing the poem.

He himself hadn't thought of this at all.

But Lao Tai's explanation directly sublimated the poem and gave it new meaning.

So he shook hands with the other party firmly and said firmly: "The one who understands me is Rabindranath Tagore."

"Yes, it was with this kind of thinking that I wrote this sentence."

"Tagore, your eyes are literature, while mine are science."

The two looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.

The group of onlookers around were shocked and said nothing.

Then, both parties reached an agreement with each other.

Tagore said he would encourage domestic scientists to actively participate in the City of Science and contribute to the scientific cause of Asia.

Ridgwell invited Tagore to visit China if he had the chance, as China was undergoing a cultural innovation and needed the guidance of a master like him.

The two formed a deep friendship.

At this moment, one of the big guys suddenly seized the opportunity and asked quickly:

"Bruce, I heard that you have been writing a novel. When will it be published?"

"We have never read a novel written by a scientist, so this is a good opportunity to learn from it."

Tagore also smiled and said: "I can guarantee that Bruce's novel will definitely be unique."

"Bruce, have you thought of a name for the novel?"

Those present were all big names in the literary field, and they thought it reasonable for Li Qiwei to come up with one or two independent verses given his genius.

But if the novel you write can reach the level of Black Eyes, it is almost impossible.

Novels are different from poems, there are too many factors to consider.

Storytelling, technique, personal style, etc.

Therefore, what the big guys are actually looking forward to is the sense of novelty.

This novel written by the world's greatest scientist, this gimmick alone is enough to arouse the curiosity of countless people.

Even if the writing is not so good, the literary masters present will understand and even give kind comments.

Facing everyone's questions, Li Qiwei smiled lightly and simply announced it directly.

"I write science fiction, and the core theme is about anti-war."

"As you all know, there have been too many wars around the world in recent decades."

“As a peace lover, I feel it is my duty to spread anti-war ideas.”

“My novel is called ‘Bugs’.”

“It tells the story about what happened between alien civilization and Earth civilization.”

“It is expected to be published next year.”

"When the time comes, we will need experts to criticize the shortcomings."

After careful consideration, Li Qiwei decided to change the name of the novel from "Water Drops" to "Bugs".

Because this change can better highlight the theme he wants to express.

Everything that humans are proud of is actually no different from insects in the eyes of higher civilizations.

It’s ridiculous to think about a group of bugs shouting and killing each other every day and fighting among themselves.

This is quite ironic about the war.

Li Qiwei spoke very modestly, but it still caused a little shock in the eyes of the big guys.

Although the anti-war theme is not a particularly profound field in the literary world, it is grand in nature.

The bosses think that it is more appropriate for Bruce to choose this direction.

Moreover, science fiction themes are consistent with his profession, so they will be more realistic when written.

But everyone agrees that this will probably be like "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea", focusing more on science fiction and possibly lacking in literary quality.

The main purpose of reading novels like this is novelty.

So the big guys were polite in words and kept praising him, but they didn't take it seriously in their hearts.

The only exception was Tagore, who stared at Li Qiwei with his deep eyes.

From the latter's pupils, he seemed to see the shocking scenes in the novel.

Tagore felt that Bruce's novel would not be so simple and would definitely cause a sensation.

Soon, he found out that he was wrong.

Because the sensation caused by "Bugs" was a hundred times stronger than he had imagined.

It even has a place in the world literary arena, and has opened up a whole new literary field.
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After returning to Europe from Sweden, it was already the end of 1913.

Li Qiwei began to prepare for his return.

He first resigned from King's College London.

In the office, Vice Principal Karp sighed:
"Hey, Bruce, I don't want you to leave at all."

"Bakla just went to be a professor at Edinburgh University, and now you're leaving again."

"The school's physics department lost more than half of its strength in an instant."

In this era, scientists change jobs very frequently, especially between European countries.

Therefore, we often see in later generations that the same big shot is included in the historical celebrity directories of several universities.

This is actually a good thing. Having choices will give you more motivation.

After learning that Ridgway was going back to Asia, Bakla felt that there was little point in staying at King's College.

So he joined the University of Edinburgh, which offered better treatment.

Li Qiwei smiled and said, "Don't worry, Karp, Professor Thomson and I have already made an agreement."

"My classmate, Professor Richardson, will be back from Princeton next year."

"I recommend him for the position of Head of Physics at King's College."

“Professor Richardson has also made many groundbreaking achievements in the field of thermal ions.”

“I believe he can be qualified for this position.”

Karp was delighted when he heard this.

He didn't know Richardson, but that didn't matter.

Because the other party was also from Cavendish, Cambridge, and was a classmate of Bruce.

With this relationship in place, King's College London can still draw on Ridgway's influence.

In fact, Karp also knew that it was impossible for a scientist of Ridgway's level to work at King's College London for a long time.

The other person's future is the vast sky and sea!
After finishing his school affairs, Li Qiwei stayed at home to deal with the company's layout.

At this moment, Zhang Maodong was giving him an annual report.

Li Qiwei decided to gradually transfer the company's important business to the United States.

Because in the next four or five years, Europe doesn’t have to think about development.

At this time, Li San came in and brought an important news.

The British government just sent someone to notify us.

British Prime Minister Asquith invited Ridgway to meet and discuss matters related to the City of Science.

The date is set for January 1th, after the New Year.

Li Qiwei was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly.

finally come.

(End of this chapter)