A genius? I just love studying.

Chapter 185 We Need a Grand Party
Budapest, New York Palace Hotel, 10 PM
In Bryant's room, Oliver looked relaxed as he admired the night view of Budapest through the window.

After the plagiarism was exposed, he calmed down and was no longer as upset as before.

"Oliver, look at the paper quickly, we don't have much time left."

Bryant, who was sitting at his desk writing furiously, urged him on.

Oliver looked away and glanced at the desk. Looking over Bryant's shoulder, he could see the paper on the desk—"Geometry of Number Theory: Langlands Realization of Symmetry Physics and a New Paradigm for Topological Matter."

It was the paper that Chen Hui published in the Yearbook of Mathematics.

"I can't find any vulnerabilities, I'm not going to look anymore."

Oliver turned to look out the window again; he had completely given up.

Bryant wanted to find fault with Chen Hui's paper at Chen Hui's presentation tomorrow to get revenge for Chen Hui's humiliation today, but they had been working on it all afternoon without success. On the contrary, Oliver was impressed by Chen Hui's paper and completely abandoned the revenge plan.

"Oliver, pull yourself together!"

Bryant's face was ashen, like a gloomy sky that could unleash a torrential downpour at any moment. "It's just a minor problem. You've only made a small mistake that every scholar makes. As long as you produce results, no one will hold a grudge about this in the future."

Time was of the essence, and he needed Oliver's help, whose research focused on mathematical problems in condensed matter physics.

"I'm planning to switch to computer science!"

Oliver stated frankly that this was a decision he had just made.

"Don't overthink it, I'll help you." Bryant's face grew increasingly grim, and he was already showing signs of impatience. He didn't want to argue with Oliver about this issue at this crucial moment; he didn't have that much time left.

Oliver shook his head. "No, I've already made up my mind!"

"Listen to me, Oliver, you're not going anywhere without my letter of recommendation!"

Bryant finally lost his patience, tore off his mask of hypocrisy, and threatened, "You've probably heard the story of Zhang Yitang washing dishes, haven't you?"

"He couldn't find a job back then because he didn't get a recommendation letter from his teacher, so he had to wash dishes in a restaurant. You don't want to end up like him, do you?"

"Or are you confident that you can achieve the same results as him and turn things around?"

Oliver smiled, a happy smile.

"Bryant, have you forgotten who my father is?"

"Even if I do nothing, I can go back and inherit the family fortune, so I don't really need your letter of recommendation!"

Oliver, finally free of all his worries, turned and walked out of Bryant's room, feeling completely relaxed.

Bryant stared blankly as the door closed again, feeling the silence of the empty room.

He was so angry he lost his mind.

However, after a brief moment of distraction, Bryant took a deep breath and focused his attention back on the paper in front of him, completely absorbed.

Time flowed silently through the night like water.

After an unknown amount of time, a blinding light suddenly flashed in Bryant's eyes.

He found it!

He found a flaw in this paper!
"Hahaha!"

Bryant laughed triumphantly without restraint, disappearing into the Budapest night like a night owl.

Come and go without indecent!
He's going to give that kid a big surprise at the report meeting tomorrow!

Unfortunately, he didn't know that Chen Hui's report for tomorrow's meeting had changed its topic.

……

At the International Center for Mathematics at Yanbei University, Yang Zhenning sat nervously in the lounge, staring at the door with an unusually anxious expression.

"I have a feeling this will be good news!"

The young woman standing nearby smiled and peeled a kiwi, handing it to Yang Zhenning, saying, "Here, have a kiwi to quench your thirst."

Yang Zhenning withdrew his gaze from the door of the lounge, picked up a kiwi, and slowly began to eat it.

The young woman smiled even more broadly. "How about we invite him to give a lecture at Yanbei University when he returns to China? We can then have a live exchange with him."

Yang Zhenning waved his hand repeatedly, "No need, I can read the papers myself. There's no need to make a fuss over an old man like me. We can't waste the young people's time."

They were unaware that the European Mathematical Society meeting had changed its agenda; otherwise, even if he couldn't withstand the long journey, Yang Zhenning would not have missed the conference.

"You're wrong about that."

The young woman shook her head. "It's not just you who wants to hear this lecture. I'm sure many people would like to hear it. It's not just for you alone, and it's also good for that little guy."

"That's true."

Yang Zhenning nodded.

"But we'll have to wait for the verification results before we can say anything else."

"You said yourself that there are no loopholes in the paper's proof process, so the verification results will definitely not have any problems."

The young woman was incredibly optimistic: "Maybe he'll be able to solve the quality gap problem in a while!"

Some people are full of worries in their teens, while others remain innocent and carefree even in their sixties.

Looking at the woman's radiant smile, Yang Zhenning found it somewhat amusing. Scientific research isn't like inviting someone out for a meal; you can't just invite them whenever you want.

However, that little guy has only been working on the project for less than three months. If anyone in the world can solve the quality gap problem, it must be that little guy.

Perhaps, when he returns from Budapest, the little guy will publish another paper proving the existence of mass gaps.

Although it seems unbelievable, Yang Zhenning feels that he probably wouldn't be too surprised if it really happened.

"Then you'll be the only one alive to see your hypothesis proven—the one who posed the Millennium Question!"

The young woman said excitedly, handing Yang Zhenning a piece of paper to wipe his hands after he finished eating the kiwi. She then took the pit and threw it into the trash can.

It seems rather impolite to say such things to a centenarian.

But at Yang Zhenning's age, he no longer has so many obsessions, nor is he angry. Instead, he has a smile on his lips, somewhat proud.

Sometimes, living a long life is a huge advantage!

Squeak!

At that moment, the door to the lounge was pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked in excitedly.

"Old Yang, it's really a success!"

"The verification results are in perfect agreement with the paper!"

Yang Zhenning's smile froze on his face, then an even bigger smile bloomed on his face.

"Congratulations!"

The young woman was also taken aback for a moment, then laughed happily.

Clearly, she wasn't as confident as she appeared about the final verification results.

"Why congratulate me? You should congratulate that little guy!"

Yang Zhenning waved his hand, but the smile on his face never disappeared. He looked at the middle-aged man who came to report the news and asked, "Have you sent the verification results to them?"

The middle-aged man's smile faded slightly, and he stammered, "Not...not yet."

"Why didn't you tell them this good news right away?"

Yang Zhenning rebuked them, "Send the verification results to them right away!"

The middle-aged man did not comply, but remained standing in place until Yang Zhenning frowned slightly, at which point he spoke again, "Professor Yang, do you think that if this news is released now, the West might offer generous terms... Is it possible that he might not come back?"

“You…” Yang Zhenning said with a look of disappointment, “You’re so petty!”

"No wonder Tian Yang is in charge, and you're just a deputy director."

"If he wants to go out, he can go out anytime even if you don't tell him. And if he wants to come back, nothing can stop him!"

The middle-aged man, despite being reprimanded by Yang Zhenning, showed no anger and said with a wry smile, "It's just that China has never produced such a talent before, so we're worried about losing him."

You don't know the cost of firewood, rice, oil, and salt until you're in charge of the household!
"Go."

"I believe in that little guy!"

"it is good!"

"I also believe in that little guy; he won't abandon his country!"

The middle-aged man nodded emphatically and turned to walk out of the lounge.

Yang Zhenning shook his head again, "I believe that the little guy is smart enough, and coming back is actually the best choice for him!"

A sudden realization in middle age,

Now that China is rising, its comprehensive strength is second only to rice. As a top international scholar, Chen Hui will naturally enjoy treatment beyond his own level upon his return, because he is rare in China. In the West, although he can also be considered first-class, there are still many scholars of his level.

Furthermore, the current environment for scientific research is actually better in China. We are currently undergoing a great transformation unseen in a century, and he believes that the little guy will choose the side with a better chance of winning.

This time, however, the middle-aged man shook his head, stopped, and turned to look at Yang Zhenning, saying, "I can't agree with that!"

“Western research platforms are indeed better than those in China. Whether it’s mathematics or other disciplines, exchanging ideas with top scholars is very important. It can inspire creativity and unlock potential. These things cannot be compensated for by material support.”

"But I believe that little guy will choose to come back, not because of the material conditions, but because of his deep love for his motherland!"

Yang Zhenning was startled and immediately fell into deep thought.

The middle-aged man had already left the lounge to organize the verification information and send it to Tian Yang and the others. Now he had come to terms with it and felt much more at ease.

In Budapest, when Tian Yang received the email, he paced back and forth in his room like an ant on a hot plate.

Even accomplished scholars are ordinary people. Proving the existence of the Yang-Mills equation was a major event that captivated him. He himself was unaware that he would be so concerned about Chen Hui's matter.

Yuan Xinyi, watching from the side, felt a little uncomfortable. Back when he had made progress in his research on the Langlands Program, his teacher was just as happy as he was now. He never expected that he would judge a gentleman by his own petty standards. He felt truly ashamed.

"Good! Good! Good!"

After reading the email, Tian Yang exclaimed three times.

Good idea! Good proof! Good result!
As he spoke, he walked towards Chen Hui's room.

In the corridor, the two encountered Qiu Chengwu and Yun Wei again, who had obviously also received the news.

The two exchanged a glance, then pretended not to have seen each other and continued walking toward Chen Hui's room on their own.

Yuan Xinyi and Yun Wei, who were following behind the two, exchanged a glance, both feeling somewhat helpless. However, it was already a huge improvement that the two old men, who had been estranged for more than 20 years, could meet without fighting.

Knock on the door, and you'll find Chen Hui studying a thesis.

He had already learned the test results from Schultz, and even he couldn't help but feel happy for a while.

Unfortunately, he didn't get any free attribute points, which made him start to calm down.

The achievements he has made so far are indeed gratifying, but there are still more wonderful things waiting for him to explore. Time is precious and cannot be wasted.

He originally thought that proving the existence of the Yang-Mills equation would yield a free property point. After all, Smail had won the Fields Medal for proving the Poincaré conjecture in five dimensions and above. Surely the panel couldn't be more rigorous than the Fields Medal, right?
As it turns out, this is indeed very difficult!

It's unclear whether he needs to publish his findings as a paper or solve the mass gap problem to fully prove the Yang-Mills equation in order to obtain the free property points.

But none of that matters anymore. Chen Hui has long been used to learning. Whenever he sees his proficiency improve little by little and feels that his efforts are paying off, this positive feedback is truly addictive.

"I have some good news for you!"

Tian Yang walked into the room, unable to hide the smile on his face.

"The supercomputing verification was successful?"

Chen Hui asked.

Forehead,
Tian Yang was taken aback. "You knew everything?"

"Schultz also helped me with the calculations; he sent me the results earlier."

Tian Yang suddenly realized, but couldn't help feeling a little sad. Supercomputing is no ordinary resource. Don't think that just because he can use it as he pleases, it's because of his status and position. In other universities, most professors don't have access to supercomputing resources. Even at Yanbei University, most professors have to wait in line to use a supercomputing computer.

Schultz is such a proud man, yet he was willing to help a seventeen-year-old. Perhaps this is the mutual appreciation between geniuses.

"Quantum field theory?"

Seeing the paper on Chen Hui's desk, Tian Yang asked in surprise, "You're already preparing to solve the mass gap problem?"

He had also done in-depth research on the Yang-Mills equations back then, so he was naturally able to understand Chen Hui's line of thought.

"Ah."

Chen Hui nodded.

Tian Yang was speechless for a moment.

He found it hard to imagine that a seventeen-year-old boy, who had just solved a century-old problem, would immediately begin to delve into the next problem and continue on the path of exploring the truth, like an ascetic monk.

No wonder he was able to do it so quickly.

But perhaps only a genius like him could achieve such dazzling results!
"Hey Hui, I have some good news for you!"

When Tian Yang and his group entered, the door was not closed. Schultz's excited voice came from outside the door, and by the time the voice faded, he had already entered the room.

Behind him followed Terence Tao and the president of the European Mathematical Society, Bourguignon.

"We would like to invite you to speak at tomorrow's conference about the new tool you developed for proving the existence problem of Yang-Mills equations, the gauge topology weaving technique."

In his capacity as president of the society, Bourguignon extended an invitation to Chen Hui: “I know this request is presumptuous, and I know time is tight, but everyone is interested in your amazing new tool. Even if you just talk about it casually, everyone will be very happy. Would you be willing?”

"Of course!"

Chen Hui had no reason to refuse.

“Thank you so much!”

Bourguignon smiled and shook hands with Chen Hui before saying, "I have to coordinate the agenda and notifications. We can talk about it properly at the celebration party after the report meeting."

As he spoke, Bourguignon winked at Chen Hui with a smile, then turned and left the room.

A single room crammed with seven or eight people does feel a bit crowded.

"Oh!"

"Hui, you've got to treat us to a good drink!"

Schultz exclaimed, "I think we should have a huge party!"

"Of course, you've been a great help to me."

Chen Hui readily agreed.

Schultz's ambiguous smile left Chen Hui somewhat puzzled.

Tian Yang and the others also smiled and looked at Chen Hui. Clearly, they had all understood Bourguignon's hint before leaving.

"Alright, let's give him some personal time. We can talk about the party tomorrow."

Terence Tao stepped in to resolve the situation.

(End of this chapter)