The unparalleled talent of the country started from Harbin Institute of Technology

Berlin, Germany, continental Europe.

Inside the 5,000-seat hall, the president of the International Congress of Mathematicians, Grothschl, announced the winners of this year's Fields Medal.

When the announcement was made, Fields Medal favorites, including Wang Junhong, Wei Jiahong, Goss, and Hino Yasuhito, were all nervously waiting.

Although they are all geniuses, they still get nervous and can't stay calm when faced with the possibility of winning an award.

Grothschl quickly announced the list.

This year's Fields Medal winners are four people: McMullen, Wang Junhong, Goss, and Wei Jiahong.

When the list was announced, everyone was shocked, and their gazes toward Wang Duoyu were filled with horror.

Because of this list, three of the people on the list were his students, and one of them was his son.

It was so terrifying.

In fact, before the start of this conference, the media had already conducted interviews on this issue when introducing the Fields Medal frontrunners.

This is simply because these popular candidates are basically all related to Wang Duoyu.

Especially Wang Junhong, he is too young, only eighteen years old, or to be precise, only seventeen years old, not even an adult yet.

Wang Junhong has received the most criticism.

Some media outlets have spread rumors that Wang Junhong's thesis might have been given to him by his father.

Who told him his father was the "Emperor of Mathematics"?
However, outsiders have no idea how amazing Wang Junhong's mathematical talent really is.

In any case, people who are not mathematically inclined simply do not understand what mathematics is.

As long as the International Congress of Mathematicians recognizes Wang Junhong's status in the mathematics community, that's enough. As long as the mainstream media doesn't spread rumors or make personal attacks, it won't matter much.

In other disciplines, whether it's chemistry, biology, or physics, it's rare to see a professor who is nineteen years old.

However, in the mathematics department, you can see professors who are nineteen years old.

Because with math, you either understand it or you don't.

Whether Wang Junhong can win the Fields Medal is not up to the mainstream media or anyone else, but up to Wang Junhong himself.

The order of Fields Medal winners also shows that Wei Jiahong was the luckiest one, while Wang Junhong's previously published papers were more powerful and convincing.

clap clap clap!
The entire venue erupted in thunderous applause.

Yau Shing-Tung and the others congratulated Wang Duoyu, mainly praising his teaching abilities.

Although in their earlier years, Yorkes and Bochels won the Fields Medal together with Wang Duoyu, the mentor and student, accepting the award on the same stage.

This is enough to prove that Wang Duoyu's teaching ability is not much lower than his mathematical ability.

But today's grand spectacle is what truly shocked everyone.

The entire Fields Medal was awarded to Wang Duoyu's students; this scene was simply amazing.

That's absolutely amazing!
Wang Duoyu smiled and clapped, looking at the four people receiving awards on the stage, feeling extremely happy.

"Professor Wang, why don't you come up and take a picture with us?"

Chairman Grothschl waved to him, wanting him to come up and take a group photo together—something worth publicizing!

He waved his hand, but Qiu Chengtong and the others carried him onto the stage.

Got it!
Click!

That's how a photo was taken.

The excitement has subsided, and the conference will conclude once the final Navarrena Prize is awarded.

It's safe to say that Harbin Institute of Technology really made a killing at this conference.

Wang Duoyu is an "ordinary professor" at Harbin Institute of Technology. Wei Jiahong, McMallan, Wang Junhong, and Gao Ersi are also professors or PhDs in the Department of Mathematics at Harbin Institute of Technology.

So, how could the Harbin Institute of Technology's mathematics department not be incredibly wealthy, having swept this year's Fields Medals?

Once the news spreads globally, Harbin Institute of Technology's reputation will likely grow even stronger.

"Director Qiu, I reckon you're going to be very busy from now on," Wang Duoyu said gloatingly. Qiu Chengtong rolled his eyes and replied:
"I'm getting old anyway. After serving as the head of the mathematics department for so many years, it's time for me to retire and hand it over to the younger generation."

Wang Duoyu is not afraid of such threats at all.

Regardless of whether Qiu Chengtong was joking or not, Wang Duoyu is too lazy to care about this matter now.

Today, the Department of Mathematics at Harbin Institute of Technology has developed significantly, unlike more than a decade ago when it not only faced a shortage of qualified personnel but also a lack of talent.

Now, Goers, McMullen, Wei Jiahong, Wei Jiahong and others are all young people, and each of them is capable of great things.

So if Shing-Tung Yau resigns from his position as head of the mathematics department, that's fine, we can just find someone else.

Of course, it's highly unlikely that Shing-Tung Yau will resign, not because he's greedy for power, but because there's no need for it.

Because he also enjoys teaching students and personally mentoring them.

Having the position of head of the mathematics department makes it easier for him to carry out his work.

Especially now, seeing Wang Duoyu's students sweep four Fields Medals, it's impossible for Shing-Tung Yau to say he has no other thoughts.

Now that he's reached this age, he'll naturally focus his attention on raising the next generation.

It's worth noting that Shing-Tung Yau was born in 1949, and he is already 49 years old this year, approaching the age of knowing one's destiny.

At this age, nurturing the next generation is the primary focus.

In his earlier years, the reason he agreed to serve as the head of the Mathematics Department at Harbin Institute of Technology for so long was perhaps partly due to his desire to cultivate outstanding students.

After all, Wang Duoyu's first student to receive the Fields Medal was Yorktz, in 1986.

Shing-Tung Yau began serving as the head of the Department of Mathematics at Harbin Institute of Technology in 1984.

"Dad, I did it!"

On the way back to Todd Durant's villa after leaving the venue, Wang Junhong excitedly told his father while sitting in the car.

"Yes, that's great. Dad is so proud of you. By the way, have you told your mom about this good news?"

"Hehe, Dad, I'll make the call right now."

Wang Duoyu nodded with a smile.

While Wang Junhong was busy calling Liu Xiaoli, the outside world was already in an uproar.

Facebook created a special feature to report on this International Congress of Mathematicians, using simple language to help more people understand mathematics.

Therefore, everyone can know about the Fields Medal immediately.

When the list was released, Facebook updated it immediately and also made public the brief information about Wang Junhong and the other three individuals.

Even academic papers can be downloaded and read.

Ordinary people would be completely dumbfounded after watching it.

What people can't understand is why this year's Fields Medal winners are either Wang Duoyu's students or his son.

Is there really no one else left in the entire mathematics community?
Maybe there are, but there are definitely no people that good, otherwise, they wouldn't have chosen McMurlan and the other three.

This incident caused a huge stir on the global internet.

However, this is no big deal for the mathematics community.

Because there aren't many mathematical researchers who have access to the papers by Wang Junhong and his three colleagues.

Without a certain level of knowledge or mathematical talent, how could one possibly understand these advanced mathematical papers?
Even someone as brilliant as Newton couldn't draw a regular heptadecagon, but Gauss could, and he didn't even use a ruler and compass.

This is math!
The outside world is talking about this, but there is little opposition from the mathematics community, which is admirable.

The day after the conference ended, Wang Duoyu set off back to Harbin.

However, a problem arose in the middle.

Someone wanted to invite him over, which was obviously considered an unwelcome guest, so Todd Durant naturally didn't hold back and responded with a domineering retort.

The private jet was unable to take off from the airport because the hostage used his power to prevent Wang Duoyu from leaving.

However, the unpleasant guest was soon informed that something had happened to him.

Unable to continue making things difficult for Wang Duoyu, the unfriendly guest could only go and deal with his own affairs.

And so Wang Duoyu's plane took off.

When the unpleasant guest later learned of this, he could only vent his anger by smashing a cup, but to no avail.

Wang Duoyu's hard-won departure from the country gave these scoundrels a chance to 'kidnap' him, but they failed to do so, which was a huge waste of the opportunity.

When Wang Duoyu boarded a plane and flew home in the blue sky, the domestic media went crazy.

After the results were announced on the day of the closing ceremony, for several days, both traditional media such as television and newspapers, as well as new media such as the Internet, were all discussing this International Congress of Mathematicians.

It can be said that this International Congress of Mathematicians has deeply resonated with the public and attracted widespread attention and discussion.

After all, such a high-level conference is too inaccessible to ordinary people, who wouldn't know what it entails, so mainstream media previously paid little attention to it. In an office at a research institute in Shanghai.

Wei Yuanchao was deep in thought, calculating something, his expression very focused.

dong dong!

"Please come in!"

"Hey, Lao Wei, you're working so hard!"

The person who pushed open the door was none other than Zheng Baodong.

"Zheng Baodong? What brings you here?" Wei Yuanchao looked up, immediately overjoyed, and stood up excitedly.

Back then, he and Zheng Baodong were roommates and classmates in the Harbin Institute of Technology's gifted class.

Now, more than a decade later, everyone's fate has changed.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Zheng Baodong explained his purpose.

It turns out he was in Shanghai on a business trip and took the opportunity to visit the other party.

Of course, there was nothing to trouble the other party with; it was simply a matter of meeting up, nothing more.

Wei Yuanchao was even more pleased upon hearing this.

After so many years, our feelings really haven't changed.

As they chatted, Zheng Baodong suddenly brought up the topic of his uncle attending the International Congress of Mathematicians in Berlin.

"Phew, I saw the news too. Professor Wang is amazing. There are only four Fields Medal awards each year, and this year all of them are won by his students."

"Yes, I never expected my cousin to win an award. He's only seventeen years old! It's unbelievable."

Zheng Baodong was equally surprised:
"He might be even more capable than my uncle."

He and Wei Yuanchao were both mathematical geniuses in the past, and Zheng Baodong is still working in the Department of Mathematics at Harbin Institute of Technology.

Therefore, they were both very clear that mathematics is highly dependent on talent.

If it works, it works. If it doesn't, it doesn't work.

Wang Junhong is only seventeen years old this year. If he continues to focus on theoretical mathematics research, he may be able to surpass his father and win another Fields Medal.

The reason is quite simple: at his age, he was able to participate in five International Congresses of Mathematicians in 2002, 2006, 2010, 2014, and 2018 and win awards.

Even if Wang Junhong is not guaranteed to win the award, at least he has a better chance than others.

"It's difficult!"

Wei Yuanchao shook his head and said:

"I've read your uncle's papers; every time he wins a Fields Medal, his achievements are outstanding. But your cousin, although also a mathematical genius, still falls short of your uncle's level."

However, Zheng Baodong had a different opinion:
"Old Wei, you don't understand. My uncle is indeed very talented in mathematics, and his status in the history of mathematics is unparalleled. But when he first won the Fields Medal, he was already twenty-six years old."

"In terms of age, my uncle is at a disadvantage because he missed two sessions."

"Besides, my cousin has already won a Fields Medal this year. Even if it will be more difficult to win it again in the future, he still has a chance, right?"

The two started arguing, but neither could convince the other.

Only they would talk about these kinds of gossips. If it were someone else, they wouldn't know where to begin, because their understanding of mathematics is extremely limited.

Harbin, Yanjiagang Airport.

Wang Duoyu's private plane landed smoothly and, after taxiing a distance on the runway, parked in the designated parking area.

"Phew, finally home!" Wang Duoyu exhaled a breath of stale air and said, trying to sound relaxed.

He was indeed relieved after the plane landed.

This trip was conducted openly under everyone's watchful eyes, and every move was closely watched by the outside world. If there were no cameras 'observing' it, it would be easy for it to be 'disturbed' by so-called external forces.

So he had no choice but to do this.

This is completely contrary to his previous secret trips.

More importantly, he wasn't traveling alone this time; his eldest son was with him too.

"Yes, Dad, we're home."

Wang Junhong was also very happy, or rather, he was the happiest, after all, he finally won the Fields Medal he had been longing for.

His family has no shortage of such medals, but he himself doesn't have any.

Now my wish has come true.

The father and son got up and got off the plane, followed by McMullen, Goers, and Wei Jiahong.

The old guys, including Shing-Tung Yau, did not return to Ice City with Wang Duoyu.

Several cars had already arrived at the helipad and were parked steadily near the spiral staircase.

"Dad, Big Brother"

As soon as they got off the plane, Wang Duoyu and the others saw Wang Yifei and the others waiting for them. Bai Doufu (a nickname) immediately rushed over with open arms.

The little girl hadn't seen her father for a while and missed him terribly.

Wang Yifei rushed to her older brother and asked where the Fields Medal was.
Liu Xiaoli looked at the scene before her with a smile on her face. Her husband and son had returned, and the family was reunited. How wonderful.

As for the honors Wang Junhong received, they were merely icing on the cake and were of no great importance to Liu Xiaoli.

After a while of playing around on the tarmac, Wang Duoyu carried Bai Doufu into the car, urging Wang Yifei to stop fooling around and hurry up and get in the car to go home.

From the moment she left the airport until she got home, Wang Yifei chattered incessantly.

She was still holding her older brother's Fields Medal in her hand, examining it for a long time. She even pretended to accidentally drop the medal, which startled her older brother, making him turn pale.

Although the medal was gold-plated, not pure gold, and not a very fragile medal, Wang Junhong still felt sorry for it.

Because this is his honor and achievement, a testament to his hard work.

However, Wang Yifei was quickly suppressed by her father and mother, who also forced her to apologize.

Only after she sincerely apologized was the matter considered closed.

But she could no longer touch her older brother's medal.

Despite her best efforts to apologize and explain that she was just practicing her acting skills.

But her older brother took it seriously and argued with her about it.

"Sisi, you're not a child anymore. You can't be so impulsive anymore. If someone disrespected something you love, you would get angry too."

Wang Duoyu said:

"By the way, is your album finished yet?"

The topic shifted, but Wang Yifei's expression froze instantly.

Because her album wasn't finished yet; there was still one last song, and it was still in the final stages of refinement.

However, she is a perfectionist and wanted to create a high-quality album, which would be ideal.

Unfortunately, it seems she will need more time, and may not even be able to finish the album before the start of the school year.

As a result, it seems her album release will have to be postponed again.

"Bullshit, she can't sing well on her own; she needs a professional audio engineer to help her."

Liu Xiaoli pouted:
"She can't reach the high notes, and she's unwilling to lower her standards or change songs, so she's stuck here."

Haha!

Wang Junhong burst into laughter without any regard for his image, and Wang Duoyu laughed along with him.

However, Wang Yifei's face immediately darkened. Who could blame her when her older brother and father were like this?

We laughed and joked all the way home and finally arrived.

At the dinner table, Wang Junhong remarked with emotion:
"Home-cooked meals are still the best. Mom, you don't know, the food in Berlin is really awful."

"Brother, we've been to France before. We know that European cuisine is quite different from ours, but it shouldn't be so bad that we can't eat it, right?"

Wang Junan couldn't help but laugh, and Liu Xiaoli echoed him:
"For a short period of time, trying it out is fine, but if I had to eat European food for a week straight, I definitely couldn't stand it, it's too monotonous."

The problem is that it's ridiculously expensive, which Liu Xiaoli really dislikes.

"They have sausages in Germany, and they seem to be quite good. But your mother is right, it's fine to try them. If I had to switch to that kind of diet, I wouldn't be able to stand it."

At this moment, Wang Duoyu also expressed his opinion:
"Aren't there a lot of foreigners at our school? They're all so overweight now. That just proves that the food in China is definitely better than what's abroad."

Ding Ding!

Just as Wang Duoyu and his family were having dinner, his phone suddenly rang. (End of Chapter)