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Chapter 267 You will all be proud of this meeting!

Deligne obviously shows a strong desire to express himself when facing scholars he admires. If it weren't for the need to move the venue, Deligne would probably have talked to Xu Qingshan again about his lifelong obsession with symmetry.

However, those who were resting in the hotel had already woken up and recovered from the aftereffects of the intercontinental voyage. They were now contacting Zhu Xiaohua and Xu Qingshan.

There is a welcoming dinner tonight for scholars from all over the world who are coming to Princeton, but the location is not inside Princeton University, but in a hotel near Palmer Square outside the school.

The dinner was lively.

Everyone was dressed in suits, but here, even the female scholars wore women's suits, because this was not a social dance but an academic dinner.

Suits with pockets are obviously more convenient for scholars to record the inspiration that comes to them anytime and anywhere when they raise their glasses to discuss issues.

Jiang Huanxi sat quietly beside Xu Qingshan, and on the other side of Xu Qingshan was Tian Gang who had almost recovered.

"Qingshan, does the atmosphere in Princeton give you a better feeling?"

Tian Gang suddenly asked Xu Qingshan beside him.

Sitting here just now, even though Tian Gang was considered to be quite famous in the American academic circle, the number of people who came to say hello was evenly divided between him and Xu Qingshan, and many people were even more enthusiastic when facing Xu Qingshan.

Tian Gang was very familiar with the expressions of these people.

When he took Xu Chenyang and others to attend an academic conference, some people laughed like this.

This smile also represents their olive branch.

“If we only talk about the atmosphere for academic discussions, it is really good. It is worthy of being an academic sanctuary.”

Xu Qingshan nodded as he slowly cut the steak on his plate.

Tian Gang's heart tightened. He relaxed for a moment before asking with a stiff smile.

"So, do you plan to come over?"

"Come here for what?"

Xu Qingshan was concentrating on the steak in front of him, and was stunned by Tian Gang's random question.

"Just like Chen Yang and the others."

Tian Gang sighed.

In fact, he has already fought for everything he can for Xu Qingshan, but if Xu Qingshan does not stay, he can only feel powerless.

"teacher."

Xu Qingshan smiled.

"Ok?"

"Did your senior brothers give you PTSD?"

Xu Qingshan looked at Tian Gang carefully at this time, but found that the old man was as depressed as a groundhog, with his head hung.

"I do not have."

The old man is still stubborn.

"Don't worry, I won't leave China."

Xu Qingshan had no intention of teasing Tian Gang's mentality, but spoke directly.

"When we Chinese see that we are not as good as foreign countries, we should not flatter them or change our flags. After all, we are born with yellow skin and black eyes, which is different from them."

"Shouldn't we young people think more about how to make our motherland like this?"

Xu Qingshan smiled, and Tian Gang's back, which had been inexplicably hunched, straightened up a little.

The old man's suit was a little wrinkled.

In fact, with Tian Gang's academic achievements and teaching abilities, no matter where in the world he wants to teach, he will be sought after and respected.

If he is willing to change his citizenship to American, he may even have a good chance of climbing to higher academic peaks.

It is not even impossible for his reputation in certain fields to catch up with that of his sworn enemy, teacher Shing-Tung Yau.

But he always maintained his Chinese nationality. Even after studying in the United States for decades and facing many opportunities and temptations, he never thought of changing.

He even returned to Peking University to further his studies.

He could have held his back straight, but sometimes he had to bend his waist for the sake of his motherland.

Putting aside some controversial operations, Xu Qingshan always has respect for Tian Gang.

"Um"

A smile gradually appeared on Tian Gang's face.

"Just like you, teacher. At least now the environment of our School of Mathematics at Peking University has been able to catch up with the world's best."

This is not Xu Qingshan exaggerating.

Since the establishment of the Beijing International Mathematical Center in 05, the connection between the School of Mathematics of Peking University and the international mathematics community has become increasingly close, and its resources in all aspects have been steadily improving. At the very least, it can be considered to be among the best.

"It's good that you think so. It's really good."

Tian Gang smiled brightly and straightened his back.

"Of course, someone has to take over."

Xu Qingshan raised his glass and clinked it with Tian Gang's.

"What do you want to take over? I'm not dead yet, so just focus on your development. No matter what happens, I'll be there to support you."

Jiang Huanxi obediently poured them both some light fruit wine.

After dinner.

The guests returned to their rooms, including Xu Qingshan and Tian Gang.

Jiang Huanxi took a nap in the afternoon, and Xu Qingshan also slept for a long time on the plane. Neither of them was in a hurry to rest, but continued to organize and check the final data in the room. Because Xu Qingshan was one of the protagonists of this academic conference, he needed to prepare a lot of things if he wanted to explain the entire proof process of two important conjectures in one meeting.

Jiang Huanxi will serve as Xu Qingshan's core assistant, taking over when Xu Qingshan is tired and resting, giving him some time to rest, drink water, and adjust his state and thinking.

This is not an exception for Xu Qingshan.

In some special lectures, in order to ensure the health of some older professors, if the lecture is too long, the professor's core assistants will help perform some transition parts. Of course, these assistants are normally rising stars.

For example, later when Tian Gang went to give lectures or small meetings, he would ask Wei Shen to be his assistant to give him some practice.

"Qingshan, what should I do if I'm a little nervous?"

Jiang Huanxi sat at the table, rehearsing his part over and over again.

"Then just treat them as frogs. Don't worry, when it's your turn, the audience generally won't ask questions. If they do, I'll be right next to you and I'll help you answer them."

Xu Qingshan soothed.

Sure enough, it is quite difficult for the little ostrich to give a speech on stage.

But this stage has to be passed, and Jiang Huanxi has to pass it by himself.

Now he could only provide her with the opportunity to practice step by step.

"Well, I don't think I've ever asked you this. Don't you get nervous when you go on stage?"

Jiang Huanxi asked curiously.

"No, the fact that I can stand on the stage means that at least on this issue, I am number one in the world."

Xu Qingshan's words were a bit frivolous and arrogant, but coupled with his confident smile and young and handsome features, it made people convinced from the bottom of their hearts.

Perhaps this is also a manifestation of the fact that three views follow the five senses.

Just as the two young academic researchers slowly returned to their bed and continued to exchange their experiences on stage.

The old man Tian Gang, who should have gone to bed early, did not stay in his room.

Instead, after waiting for a long time, he received the reply he was expecting, came out of his room, walked all the way to the door of a room on another floor, and knocked on the door nervously and cautiously.

"Clap."

The heavy wooden door of the hotel opened, and an old man who looked very old smiled and let Tian Gang into the room.

This is an executive suite with a small living room. You should know that people like Tian Gang usually stay in normal executive king-size rooms.

"I didn't expect you to come to see me. Long time no see, Tian."

Mr. John Milnor smiled and poured Tian Gang a glass of water.

"Mr. Milnor."

Tian Gang held the cup with both hands. As an academician, he seemed a little nervous and embarrassed at this time, but his posture also revealed his respect for the 78-year-old man in front of him.

John Milnor, winner of the Wolf Prize and the Fields Medal, was the first director and later co-director of the Institute of Mathematical Sciences at Stony Brook University, State University of New York.

Of course, he has another more important identity: a member of the American Academy of Sciences and a close friend of George Andrews, the current president of the American Mathematical Society.

He can play an important role in the selection of awards of the American Mathematical Society.

"When you were teaching at Stony Brook University, I was actually quite optimistic about you. If you could stay in the United States, you might have received more honors now."

Mr. Milnor smiled broadly, but there was regret in his tone.

In 1988, after graduating, Tian Gang worked in many famous universities and research institutes, including Stony Brook University of the State University of New York.

Mr. John Milnor also joined the State University of New York at Stony Brook in 1988.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Milnor."

Tian Gang smiled bitterly.

In fact, his choice seemed a bit stupid in the eyes of his American friends and colleagues.

Because he returned to China when his academic level reached the peak, in their view, this was even as stupid and frustrating as the return of Mr. Qian Xuesen and his group of people.

Yes.

In the eyes of Americans, whether it is Qian Xuesen or Tian Gang, these top scholars who have made a place for themselves in the American science and academic circles choose to return to that non-democratic country with extremely barren academic soil, which is a very stupid and regrettable act.

They will never understand the romance in the bones of us Chinese people.

"You don't need to say sorry to me, Tian, ​​I know what you mean."

Milno shook his head with a kind and gentle smile on his face.

"Scientists always have national boundaries. Even if they return to places where the academic atmosphere is not as strong, great people will still be great. Look at Perelman, isn't that the case?"

Mr. Milnor's words made Tian Gang nod slightly.

"I've been paying attention to your work since you returned to China. To be honest, it's pretty good. Of course, I also heard that the protagonist of tomorrow's meeting is also your student. He did a great job, Tian."

"I came to visit you tonight for him."

Tian Gang had a smile and a sense of relaxation on his face, and then he spoke.

But before he could finish his words, he was blocked by Mr. Milnor.

"It doesn't have to be this way."

John Milnor shook his head and stopped Tian Gang from speaking.

"At his age and with his achievements, he deserves to get something that is rightfully his regardless of his nationality, doesn't he?"

Tian Gang's eyes lit up.

"Thank you, Mr. Milnor."

He stood up and wanted to bow to Milnor to express his gratitude. Milnor accepted it calmly and comforted him.

"Tian, ​​although you have encountered some injustice in the international academic community many times in the past, you must also believe that there will always be some people who will work hard for pure academics."

Milnor said, holding the handle of the chair.

"I will propose to George that we jointly nominate the little protagonist for the Cole Prize in Number Theory. Don't worry, nothing else will get involved. At least I haven't been completely buried in the ground yet."

Milnor seemed to remember something and spoke again.

"By the way, it seems that George is also interested in going to China to make some contacts. There are still many good seedlings in your China. Perhaps you can consider inviting him to be an honorary professor at your school. I think he must be very interested in meeting the mysterious and promising young people in the East."

"Okay! Thank you very much."

Tian Gang's gratitude was beyond words.

Although he had lived in the United States for many years, his English language limited him.

"Okay, let's go back. I'm not young anymore. I want to go and listen to a report tomorrow."

Milno walked Tian Gang out of the room.

Late at night.

The night in Princeton is very quiet.

The lights in the Flintstone Library dimmed one by one.

But the wisdom gathered here and the stars gathered can condense into a bright moon.

The next day.

The academic conference in the field of number theory convened by the American Mathematical Society officially opened.

However, this semi-public and semi-private high-end meeting did not follow so many formal meeting procedures. After all, most of the people present were old men, and they did not have the mood or patience to listen to long and boring opening remarks and speeches.

Xu Qingshan’s academic lectures were the first and last.

This academic conference tacitly acknowledged that he was the protagonist of the conference.

Xu Qingshan was wearing a dark blue suit. It was not as cheap as Zhu Xiaohua had imagined. Instead, it looked like a deep dark blue gem. One look at him made people want to explore his secrets.

"I wore this color last time, why does it feel so different?"

Zhu Xiaohua sat in the back row of the conference room.

no way.

The level is limited, the honor is limited.

Why don't you take a look at who is sitting in the first and second rows? My own old Tian is also sitting in the second row.

Xu Qingshan stood on the stage, turned his head and nodded to Jiang Huanxi who took a deep breath at the edge of the stage, then turned around and began to speak.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I am honored to be invited to Princeton to explain to you everything I encountered in the process of proving the general form of the twin prime conjecture.”

Xu Qingshan's voice is steady and gentle like water, yet not hypnotic.

"But please forgive my willfulness and recklessness. After all, I am just a young man who is still twenty days away from turning 19."

There was some good-natured laughter from the audience.

"I am going to temporarily change my report. I think you great gentlemen don't want to listen to such boring psychological processes."

Xu Qingshan smiled and threw away the printed manuscript in his hand.

This caused a small commotion in the audience, but this academic conference did not have any authoritative organizing committee and was relatively free in nature. No one cared about Xu Qingshan's behavior, and instead, everyone was interested in seeing what this young man was going to do.

As a genius, you can tolerate some interesting personalities.

Xu Qingshan looked around the lecture hall, and a sense of confidence and wild power emerged spontaneously.

You are all top mathematicians, so what?

The one standing on the stage at this moment is me!

"I think!"

The smile on Xu Qingshan's face became more and more confident, and he spoke loudly.

"You will be proud of this meeting!"

“Everyone is lucky to be able to witness this meeting in person.”

Damn it?

Zhu Xiaohua almost jumped up from his chair, and Tian Gang, who only half knew the inside story, was sweating.

The commotion and discussion in the audience became louder.

But at this time they all saw that the arrogant young man on the stage, a young man named Xu Qingshan, picked up the chalk from the side with a smile on his face, turned around and pulled down the blackboard, and began to write a string of words on the blackboard.

[About the distribution law of Mersenne primes and the proof process of Zhou's conjecture]

The audience was shocked and fell silent.

Professor Atle Selberg, who was sitting in the first row, grabbed the handle beside him and asked, "Wasn't it agreed upon as twin prime numbers?"

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