Corinthia Hotel lobby.
Staring at the photo on Schultz's phone, the Russian girl who was smiling brightly suddenly subconsciously frowned in disgust.
Albert sighed, muttered and continued: "Actually, I am inclined to cooperate with Professor Lu. His Lu-Bewley model and LZ model are simply a stroke of genius, especially the research idea of analyzing macroeconomics through calculation. , which coincides with my research!"
Professor Fefferman smiled confidently and said: "I bet his research results are definitely more than those at the beginning of the year, and he has definitely not given up on research on the Riemann Hypothesis."
After that, the group left Wang Peng where he was and walked upstairs.
"Where the hell did you come from?"
No matter how optimistic he is, Professor Deligne cannot imagine that in the past half a year, there is still a slight possibility that he is still studying propositions related to the Riemann Hypothesis, instead of choosing to give up...
He handed his passport to the check-in staff at the front desk, glanced at Professor Fefferman in the direction of the door, and suddenly asked in a casual tone.
"Don't think about it. If possible, I would like to invite Faltings, but is this possible? I just met that guy at the beginning of the year. He is obviously a young man, but that guy is sometimes more stubborn than the old guys at Princeton. , not to mention our plan—"
A dry laugh broke out from the old man's mouth, and he said as if he had recalled something, "About ten years ago, when I was working as a janitor at the Steklov Institute of Mathematics, I often saw him wearing a shabby He wears jeans and a shirt and goes to work. In addition to being a mathematician, this guy is also one of the top weirdos in the institute."
He handed his passport to the check-in staff at the front desk, glanced at Professor Fefferman in the direction of the door, and suddenly asked in a casual tone.
"Didn't you read the paper he posted on the official website?"
"Hey, wait a minute, why are novels more famous than knowledge? You old guy, are you sure you're not blind—"
"If he hadn't moved or died, he probably lived over there," the old man pointed to an apartment building next to him, and continued, "I only know which building he lived in, but where exactly, You'd better go to a little trouble and ask his neighbors first."
Albert raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you ever been in contact with him?"
"Wait for me here, I'll be down in a minute."
"The security level here seems a bit unusual... In addition to the International Congress of Mathematicians, what other activities are there here?"
"... If you have anything to say, come into the house and you will block the passage."
He was probably still in high school at that time.
"No more, sir." After completing the registration of check-in information and returning the passport to Professor Fefferman, the front desk staff patiently explained, "The highest-level meeting within thirty days will be held at The International Congress of Mathematicians will be held in two days. During the duration of the conference, Corinthia Hotel will provide the highest standard of services throughout the conference. I wish you a happy mood in the coming week."
To be honest, Deligne was actually a little disappointed with this result.
Seeing the direction pointed by the old man, Schultz and Lu Zhou breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, with expressions of gratitude on their faces.
"If anything happens, please call me."
Krugman: "You don't know him. Although he seems to be an unapproachable guy, as long as you ask him some math questions, he will answer you very patiently and his attitude is surprisingly good."
He was probably still in high school at that time.
Soon they arrived at the apartment downstairs. Just as Lu Zhou and Schultz were discussing which floor to start from, they happened to see two people with foreign faces standing by the entrance of the apartment building.
"if not… "
"Who is this? A terrorist? Or some kind of performance artist?"
"... That's it, thank you."
"You mean I'm narrow-minded?"
Generally speaking, some clues about the direction a scholar is researching can be found in his recently published papers.
Although occasionally a few people recognized him. This man seemed to be a well-known mathematician and had been in the news. But when they heard that he lived nearby, the few people who recognized him shook their heads.
"Who is this? A terrorist? Or some kind of performance artist?"
Seeing the worried expression on his face, Lu Zhou smiled and patted his arm.
"You are not the only one who feels this way, but I think you can be a little more optimistic." Patting Lu Zhou on the shoulder, Schultz continued, "At least, you can create excellent mathematics such as hyperelliptic curve analysis. Tools, even proving the quasi-Riemann hypothesis that has eluded people for a century, you are already better than most people."
After putting away his passport, Professor Fefferman nodded to the receptionist with a smile, and then walked towards Professor Deligne who was standing by and looking at his watch.
"Who is this? A terrorist? Or some kind of performance artist?"
Not paying attention to Professor Krugman, Perelman's eyes swept over the faces of several people in turn, and finally stared at Wang Peng for a while.
But after discovering him, Professor Krugman immediately showed a bright smile on his face and extended his right hand to him.
Upon hearing this question, Schultz's expression became a little subtle and he shrugged.
Soon they arrived at the apartment downstairs. Just as Lu Zhou and Schultz were discussing which floor to start from, they happened to see two people with foreign faces standing by the entrance of the apartment building.
Professor Deligne sensed some concerns from his expression, but Professor Fefferman just smiled lightly and spoke in a relaxed tone.
Sighing, Schultz said with some nerve-wracking, "Sorry, I'll go ask around again."
He was probably still in high school at that time.
"He is indeed here! I told you that he would not miss such an interesting meeting!"
Exactly what happened to Krugman and Albert just now, they saw a tall and burly man wearing shabby jeans and a shirt, carrying two plastic bags filled with cheap ingredients in his hands. I don’t know when he started. Already walked to the side of a group of people.
"It's not wrong. This is the address given to me by the Secretary-General of IMU." He glanced at the small piece of paper in his hand again and confirmed that the address was here. Krugman said in a positive tone, "No matter what, I will not Mistaken admission.”
"Didn't you read the paper he posted on the official website?"
After that, Schultz took Lu Zhou and Wang Peng and walked in the direction pointed by the old man.
"The security level here seems a bit unusual... In addition to the International Congress of Mathematicians, what other activities are there here?"
After walking behind Lu Zhou and Schultz for a while, Wang Peng suddenly spoke.
Wang Peng nodded and was about to explain the nature of his work, but was interrupted by Lu Zhou's cough.
According to the taxi driver, this area is a famous holy place for mathematics. The Steklov Institute of Mathematics is located on this ancient stone road, and a certain mathematician who declined the Fields Medal also lives here. nearby.
Speaking in an excited tone, Professor Fefferman had an excitement on his face that was inconsistent with his age, as if he had watched a football game where the first goal was not scored until the last ten minutes, and he was talking about him happily. I have said it countless times along the way, "I don't know how far his research has progressed. It's really exciting!"
Krugman: "You don't know him. Although he seems to be an unapproachable guy, as long as you ask him some math questions, he will answer you very patiently and his attitude is surprisingly good."
"Maybe not just half a year, maybe more than half a year," Lu Zhou made a helpless expression on his face, leaned on the back seat of the taxi, shook his head and said, "I tried the super elliptic curve analysis method I have made improvements and tried to find answers from the group structure theory, but it still doesn't help. I even often have some thoughts that even I find scary. Maybe the Riemann Hypothesis is correct with a high probability, but it still doesn't help. It cannot be proven."
Looking at his old friend expressionlessly, Professor Deligne, who was originally about to complain that his movements were too slow, sighed and changed his words.
Raising his eyebrows, Professor Deligne said with obvious disbelief.
"It's not wrong. This is the address given to me by the Secretary-General of IMU." He glanced at the small piece of paper in his hand again and confirmed that the address was here. Krugman said in a positive tone, "No matter what, I will not Mistaken admission.”
"Just wait for me here for a while. I'll be down soon."
"The security level here seems a bit unusual... In addition to the International Congress of Mathematicians, what other activities are there here?"
"So, you understand him very well?"
"Didn't you read the paper he posted on the official website?"
"He is indeed here! I told you that he would not miss such an interesting meeting!"
"You are not the only one who feels this way, but I think you can be a little more optimistic." Patting Lu Zhou on the shoulder, Schultz continued, "At least, you can create excellent mathematics such as hyperelliptic curve analysis. Tools, even proving the quasi-Riemann hypothesis that has eluded people for a century, you are already better than most people."
Starting from the end of last year, or the beginning of this year, from the Sullivan conjecture discussing manifold classification in differential topology to the LZ model in economics, no matter which research results they are, they have nothing to do with the Riemann zeta function. .
"... If you have anything to say, come into the house and you will block the passage."
Fefferman: "Look, what's wrong?"
Professor Fefferman smiled confidently and said: "I bet his research results are definitely more than those at the beginning of the year, and he has definitely not given up on research on the Riemann Hypothesis."
"But it makes no sense to me," Lu Zhou sighed, "I believe you should be able to understand this feeling."
Professor Fefferman: "Maybe we just can't see it... It's useless to say more. Do you want to make a bet?"
Most of the houses in the nearby area are similar to the single-family apartments in China, which are very suitable for young people to live in. However, it is difficult to say how many young people will live in such remote suburbs for comfort.
Deligne: "Then why do you still ask such a question? If he has made any new results, you will definitely be able to see it in that paper. If not, then there is none. I don't know where you are. What to look forward to.”
"Do you know this person?"
Professor Fefferman: "Maybe we just can't see it... It's useless to say more. Do you want to make a bet?"
He handed his passport to the check-in staff at the front desk, glanced at Professor Fefferman in the direction of the door, and suddenly asked in a casual tone.
"Wait for me here, I'll be down in a minute."
After asking around, no one recognized this photo.
Fefferman: "Because my intuition tells me that his research results over the past year are definitely more than just that."
…
If even he can't solve this problem, maybe this conjecture can really only be left until the end of the century, waiting for a scholar who is more talented and has sharper mathematical intuition than him to hope to solve it...
Professor Fefferman smiled confidently and said: "I bet his research results are definitely more than those at the beginning of the year, and he has definitely not given up on research on the Riemann Hypothesis."
"I'm no longer a professor." After muttering in Russian, Perelman glanced over several people and suddenly stopped on Lu Zhou's face.
Professor Deligne raised his eyebrows.
Professor Deligne sensed some concerns from his expression, but Professor Fefferman just smiled lightly and spoke in a relaxed tone.
After getting out of the car, Schultz took Lu Zhou to the nearby residential area.
Fefferman: "Look, what's wrong?"
"Who are you… "
"Wait for me here, I'll be down in a minute."
Professor Fefferman smiled confidently and said: "I bet his research results are definitely more than those at the beginning of the year, and he has definitely not given up on research on the Riemann Hypothesis."
"So, you understand him very well?"
"Just wait for me here for a while. I'll be down soon."
Of course, this so-called phone call is not the kind of dialing a number, but an alarm device triggered by keywords that Lu Zhou set on his mobile phone.
"Don't think about it. If possible, I would like to invite Faltings, but is this possible? I just met that guy at the beginning of the year. He is obviously a young man, but that guy is sometimes more stubborn than the old guys at Princeton. , not to mention our plan—"
There was a hint of sarcasm in that tone without any malice, just like most Princeton professors, who have more or less Princeton-style arrogance.
"Then you are probably disappointed because you are overconfident. I have paid attention to all the papers he has published this year. The quasi-Riemann hypothesis and the hyperelliptic curve method are his only research results on the Riemann zeta function. , and later he even went to study economics with the old man Krugman, which seems to be called the LZ model... Anyway, it's something similar."
"Then you are probably disappointed because you are overconfident. I have paid attention to all the papers he has published this year. The quasi-Riemann hypothesis and the hyperelliptic curve method are his only research results on the Riemann zeta function. , and later he even went to study economics with the old man Krugman, which seems to be called the LZ model... Anyway, it's something similar."
"It's not wrong. This is the address given to me by the Secretary-General of IMU." He glanced at the small piece of paper in his hand again and confirmed that the address was here. Krugman said in a positive tone, "No matter what, I will not Mistaken admission.”
Of course, this so-called phone call is not the kind of dialing a number, but an alarm device triggered by keywords that Lu Zhou set on his mobile phone.
But he didn't know whether he didn't hear it, or he was already used to his old friend's personality and didn't take it to heart at all. Professor Fefferman just nodded and said with a confident smile.
"Thank you for the invitation. I also think it would be better to say it in the house."
After getting out of the car, Schultz took Lu Zhou to the nearby residential area.
Although occasionally a few people recognized him. This man seemed to be a well-known mathematician and had been in the news. But when they heard that he lived nearby, the few people who recognized him shook their heads.
"That's me," Lu Zhou nodded and said friendly, "Nice to meet you."
"Of course, after all we have worked together before, I still have this confidence."
Albert continued to ask: "But what if he is unwilling to open the door for us? If he doesn't open the door, we can't even determine whether he is inside or not."
The Russian girl smiled and said: "I wish you good luck, but I think it's better for you to give up. I have never seen this person in the two years I have lived here."
A sudden voice from the side interrupted Schulz mid-sentence.
Hearing the confident speech of his old friend, Deligne smiled lightly and said disapprovingly.
Lu Zhou immediately asked, "How long ago?"
Just when Lu Zhou couldn't help but start to wonder if this lonely hermit had moved, an old man finally not only recognized the photo in Schultz's hand, but was also very familiar with his appearance. He touched his chin and said .
"... That's it, thank you."
"... That's it, thank you."
"You don't look like a scholar, and you don't look like you came here with questions."
Albert continued to ask: "But what if he is unwilling to open the door for us? If he doesn't open the door, we can't even determine whether he is inside or not."
"I came to St. Petersburg to attend the IMU conference," Lu Zhou answered the question truthfully, and then glanced at Schulz next to him, "It happened that this gentleman invited me to come with him to visit his old friend, so I came over. "
"Then you are probably disappointed because you are overconfident. I have paid attention to all the papers he has published this year. The quasi-Riemann hypothesis and the hyperelliptic curve method are his only research results on the Riemann zeta function. , and later he even went to study economics with the old man Krugman, which seems to be called the LZ model... Anyway, it's something similar."
"If anything happens, please call me."
"Wait for me here, I'll be down in a minute."
The Russian girl smiled and said: "I wish you good luck, but I think it's better for you to give up. I have never seen this person in the two years I have lived here."
A dry laugh broke out from the old man's mouth, and he said as if he had recalled something, "About ten years ago, when I was working as a janitor at the Steklov Institute of Mathematics, I often saw him wearing a shabby He wears jeans and a shirt and goes to work. In addition to being a mathematician, this guy is also one of the top weirdos in the institute."
The Russian girl smiled and said: "I wish you good luck, but I think it's better for you to give up. I have never seen this person in the two years I have lived here."
Generally speaking, some clues about the direction a scholar is researching can be found in his recently published papers.
"Hey, wait a minute, why are novels more famous than knowledge? You old guy, are you sure you're not blind—"
After staring at Schulz for a while and not recognizing the young man, Professor Krugman frowned and said.
"But it makes no sense to me," Lu Zhou sighed, "I believe you should be able to understand this feeling."
Starting from the end of last year, or the beginning of this year, from the Sullivan conjecture discussing manifold classification in differential topology to the LZ model in economics, no matter which research results they are, they have nothing to do with the Riemann zeta function. .
"Who are you… "
The expression on his face was a bit hesitant, but after taking a look at Perelman's face, Wang Peng finally nodded.
The two people who were talking were startled by the sudden sound.
The Russian girl smiled and said: "I wish you good luck, but I think it's better for you to give up. I have never seen this person in the two years I have lived here."
However, this is only for ordinary people.
Looking at his old friend expressionlessly, Professor Deligne, who was originally about to complain that his movements were too slow, sighed and changed his words.
"He is indeed here! I told you that he would not miss such an interesting meeting!"
"Don't think about it. If possible, I would like to invite Faltings, but is this possible? I just met that guy at the beginning of the year. He is obviously a young man, but that guy is sometimes more stubborn than the old guys at Princeton. , not to mention our plan—"
No matter how optimistic he is, Professor Deligne cannot imagine that in the past half a year, there is still a slight possibility that he is still studying propositions related to the Riemann Hypothesis, instead of choosing to give up...
Although occasionally a few people recognized him. This man seemed to be a well-known mathematician and had been in the news. But when they heard that he lived nearby, the few people who recognized him shook their heads.
Professor Deligne raised his eyebrows.
There was a hint of sarcasm in that tone without any malice, just like most Princeton professors, who have more or less Princeton-style arrogance.
"You mean I'm narrow-minded?"
To be honest, Deligne was actually a little disappointed with this result.
Looking at his old friend expressionlessly, Professor Deligne, who was originally about to complain that his movements were too slow, sighed and changed his words.
Speaking in an excited tone, Professor Fefferman had an excitement on his face that was inconsistent with his age, as if he had watched a football game where the first goal was not scored until the last ten minutes, and he was talking about him happily. I have said it countless times along the way, "I don't know how far his research has progressed. It's really exciting!"
His disappointment does not stem from Lu Zhou's achievements. After all, Lu Zhou's achievements so far are already quite impressive and cannot be faulted at all.
"Schulz," he took the initiative to extend his right hand and shook hands with the two elderly people. Schulz smiled and nodded and continued, "Nice to meet you two."
"Wait for me here, I'll be down in a minute."
After hearing this, Schultz had a helpless smile on his face, stopped and grabbed his long hair that was scattered behind his head in confusion.
To be honest, Deligne was actually a little disappointed with this result.
"Didn't you read the paper he posted on the official website?"
However, this is only for ordinary people.
"...You've come around here a lot."
"It's okay to be careful, but don't be too neurotic."
"if not… "
Lu Zhou: "...?"
Seeing the direction pointed by the old man, Schultz and Lu Zhou breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, with expressions of gratitude on their faces.
Fefferman: "Of course I know. After all, we have cooperated more than once. You are always so confident in your analysis, but you have to admit that sometimes when a person cares too much about something, his sight is often narrow minded."
For a scholar like him, only by truly taking off the crown that stands on Mount Everest, and only by truly solving the propositions that plague the vast majority of scholars in the world, can it be possible for his academic achievements to move forward.
Therefore, Professor Deligne really regrets that he has achieved such fruitful results in the research on the conjecture, but chose to give up in the end.
Professor Fefferman smiled confidently and said: "I bet his research results are definitely more than those at the beginning of the year, and he has definitely not given up on research on the Riemann Hypothesis."
Not paying attention to Professor Krugman, Perelman's eyes swept over the faces of several people in turn, and finally stared at Wang Peng for a while.
Therefore, Professor Deligne really regrets that he has achieved such fruitful results in the research on the conjecture, but chose to give up in the end.
Lu Zhou: "..."
"Don't think about it. If possible, I would like to invite Faltings, but is this possible? I just met that guy at the beginning of the year. He is obviously a young man, but that guy is sometimes more stubborn than the old guys at Princeton. , not to mention our plan—"
Generally speaking, some clues about the direction a scholar is researching can be found in his recently published papers.
If even he can't solve this problem, maybe this conjecture can really only be left until the end of the century, waiting for a scholar who is more talented and has sharper mathematical intuition than him to hope to solve it...
Staring at the photo on Schultz's phone, the Russian girl who was smiling brightly suddenly subconsciously frowned in disgust.
“… Krugman, a professor of economics at Princeton University, and next to me is Albert-Laszlo Barabasi, a physicist better known for his novels than his scholarship.”
Raising his eyebrows, Professor Deligne said with obvious disbelief.
But he didn't know whether he didn't hear it, or he was already used to his old friend's personality and didn't take it to heart at all. Professor Fefferman just nodded and said with a confident smile.
For a scholar like him, only by truly taking off the crown that stands on Mount Everest, and only by truly solving the propositions that plague the vast majority of scholars in the world, can it be possible for his academic achievements to move forward.
"I wonder if we are in the wrong place," Albert muttered, looking at the apartment building in front of him, "Does this look like a secluded place?"
Deligne: "Then why do you still ask such a question? If he has made any new results, you will definitely be able to see it in that paper. If not, then there is none. I don't know where you are. What to look forward to.”
The expression on his face was a bit hesitant, but after taking a look at Perelman's face, Wang Peng finally nodded.
Professor Deligne sensed some concerns from his expression, but Professor Fefferman just smiled lightly and spoke in a relaxed tone.
"...You've come around here a lot."
"I wonder if we are in the wrong place," Albert muttered, looking at the apartment building in front of him, "Does this look like a secluded place?"
Exactly what happened to Krugman and Albert just now, they saw a tall and burly man wearing shabby jeans and a shirt, carrying two plastic bags filled with cheap ingredients in his hands. I don’t know when he started. Already walked to the side of a group of people.
"... If you have anything to say, come into the house and you will block the passage."
Just when Lu Zhou couldn't help but start to wonder if this lonely hermit had moved, an old man finally not only recognized the photo in Schultz's hand, but was also very familiar with his appearance. He touched his chin and said .
"I think you're worrying too much."
"Thank you! It's been a big help."
"...You've come around here a lot."
But after discovering him, Professor Krugman immediately showed a bright smile on his face and extended his right hand to him.
"Maybe not just half a year, maybe more than half a year," Lu Zhou made a helpless expression on his face, leaned on the back seat of the taxi, shook his head and said, "I tried the super elliptic curve analysis method I have made improvements and tried to find answers from the group structure theory, but it still doesn't help. I even often have some thoughts that even I find scary. Maybe the Riemann Hypothesis is correct with a high probability, but it still doesn't help. It cannot be proven."
"I'm no longer a professor." After muttering in Russian, Perelman glanced over several people and suddenly stopped on Lu Zhou's face.
Following Lu Zhou's question, Schultz continued: "Then do you know where he lives?"
After asking around, no one recognized this photo.
"Hello, distinguished Professor Perelman... I am Krugman. I made an appointment with you in the email."
Raising his eyebrows, Professor Deligne said with obvious disbelief.
Sighing, Schultz said with some nerve-wracking, "Sorry, I'll go ask around again."
Albert sighed, muttered and continued: "Actually, I am inclined to cooperate with Professor Lu. His Lu-Bewley model and LZ model are simply a stroke of genius, especially the research idea of analyzing macroeconomics through calculation. , which coincides with my research!"
Lu Zhou immediately asked, "How long ago?"
"Oh? Do you know what I'm worried about?"
Professor Deligne frowned: "What are you betting on?"
"Oh? Do you know what I'm worried about?"
Staring at the photo on Schultz's phone, the Russian girl who was smiling brightly suddenly subconsciously frowned in disgust.
Lu Zhou: "..."
Albert continued to ask: "But what if he is unwilling to open the door for us? If he doesn't open the door, we can't even determine whether he is inside or not."
Just as Krugman was chattering wildly about Lu Zhou with his companions next to him, a familiar voice suddenly came from the side.
Fefferman: "Of course I know. After all, we have cooperated more than once. You are always so confident in your analysis, but you have to admit that sometimes when a person cares too much about something, his sight is often narrow minded."
Reaching Professor Fefferman's words, Professor Deligne said to the point, "But this possibility is very small. I have carefully studied several of his papers. It is hard to say outside of mathematics, but as far as mathematics itself is concerned , the mathematical methods used in it are not of great significance for studying the Riemann zeta function, and there is even no linear or progressive relationship between several papers in a mathematical sense."
Soon they arrived at the apartment downstairs. Just as Lu Zhou and Schultz were discussing which floor to start from, they happened to see two people with foreign faces standing by the entrance of the apartment building.
"You mean I'm narrow-minded?"
Therefore, Professor Deligne really regrets that he has achieved such fruitful results in the research on the conjecture, but chose to give up in the end.
The two people obviously didn't notice him. They were standing in front of the entrance of the apartment building, communicating in low voices.
"If he hadn't moved or died, he probably lived over there," the old man pointed to an apartment building next to him, and continued, "I only know which building he lived in, but where exactly, You'd better go to a little trouble and ask his neighbors first."
"I'm no longer a professor." After muttering in Russian, Perelman glanced over several people and suddenly stopped on Lu Zhou's face.
Wang Peng nodded and was about to explain the nature of his work, but was interrupted by Lu Zhou's cough.
Just as Krugman was chattering wildly about Lu Zhou with his companions next to him, a familiar voice suddenly came from the side.
Raising his eyebrows, Professor Deligne said with obvious disbelief.
For a scholar like him, only by truly taking off the crown that stands on Mount Everest, and only by truly solving the propositions that plague the vast majority of scholars in the world, can it be possible for his academic achievements to move forward.
"Yes, especially the way you look at the problem, haven't you considered the possibility that maybe it's because he found connections among these problems that we didn't find? This situation is not uncommon. "
Seeing the worried expression on his face, Lu Zhou smiled and patted his arm.
Following Lu Zhou's question, Schultz continued: "Then do you know where he lives?"
Reaching Professor Fefferman's words, Professor Deligne said to the point, "But this possibility is very small. I have carefully studied several of his papers. It is hard to say outside of mathematics, but as far as mathematics itself is concerned , the mathematical methods used in it are not of great significance for studying the Riemann zeta function, and there is even no linear or progressive relationship between several papers in a mathematical sense."
"I wonder if we are in the wrong place," Albert muttered, looking at the apartment building in front of him, "Does this look like a secluded place?"
Seeing the worried expression on his face, Lu Zhou smiled and patted his arm.
Albert continued to ask: "But what if he is unwilling to open the door for us? If he doesn't open the door, we can't even determine whether he is inside or not."
"Of course, after all we have worked together before, I still have this confidence."
"Thank you! It's been a big help."
Professor Fefferman: "Maybe we just can't see it... It's useless to say more. Do you want to make a bet?"
"I really wanted to hear my name, and it seemed like they were talking bad about me."
"I'm no longer a professor." After muttering in Russian, Perelman glanced over several people and suddenly stopped on Lu Zhou's face.
"Then you are probably disappointed because you are overconfident. I have paid attention to all the papers he has published this year. The quasi-Riemann hypothesis and the hyperelliptic curve method are his only research results on the Riemann zeta function. , and later he even went to study economics with the old man Krugman, which seems to be called the LZ model... Anyway, it's something similar."
"Are you Lu Zhou?"
Professor Deligne frowned: "What are you betting on?"
"OK."
After a while, he spoke suddenly.
Professor Fefferman smiled confidently and said: "I bet his research results are definitely more than those at the beginning of the year, and he has definitely not given up on research on the Riemann Hypothesis."
"But it makes no sense to me," Lu Zhou sighed, "I believe you should be able to understand this feeling."
He handed his passport to the check-in staff at the front desk, glanced at Professor Fefferman in the direction of the door, and suddenly asked in a casual tone.
For a scholar like him, only by truly taking off the crown that stands on Mount Everest, and only by truly solving the propositions that plague the vast majority of scholars in the world, can it be possible for his academic achievements to move forward.
Although occasionally a few people recognized him. This man seemed to be a well-known mathematician and had been in the news. But when they heard that he lived nearby, the few people who recognized him shook their heads.
"No more, sir." After completing the registration of check-in information and returning the passport to Professor Fefferman, the front desk staff patiently explained, "The highest-level meeting within thirty days will be held at The International Congress of Mathematicians will be held in two days. During the duration of the conference, Corinthia Hotel will provide the highest standard of services throughout the conference. I wish you a happy mood in the coming week."
It's just pure, with no impression of anything I've seen before.
"if not… "
If even he can't solve this problem, maybe this conjecture can really only be left until the end of the century, waiting for a scholar who is more talented and has sharper mathematical intuition than him to hope to solve it...
Schultz: "No, I can't, thank you."
"I think he and I should be quite familiar, but... I don't know what he thinks of our friendship—"
"... That's it, thank you."
It has to be said that his slovenly appearance and sense of presence are indeed low enough. Even when he was so close, no one was aware of his existence.
Schultz happened to have a photo of Perelman on his phone, but it didn’t matter if he didn’t have it. He could easily find it on Google.
Staring at the photo on Schultz's phone, the Russian girl who was smiling brightly suddenly subconsciously frowned in disgust.
"He will not arrange his 60-minute report meeting as the last one before the closing ceremony."
"I think he and I should be quite familiar, but... I don't know what he thinks of our friendship—"
"...You've come around here a lot."
"Oh? Do you know what I'm worried about?"
…
"So, you understand him very well?"
"Yes, especially the way you look at the problem, haven't you considered the possibility that maybe it's because he found connections among these problems that we didn't find? This situation is not uncommon. "
"No, but I know a beautiful lady who once worked at the Steklov Institute of Mathematics, and she told me so," after a pause, Krugman continued, "Listen, my friend , we cannot be discouraged. If there is any place other than arrogant Princeton where there may be good people who can help us, it is only here."
Professor Fefferman: "Maybe we just can't see it... It's useless to say more. Do you want to make a bet?"
"It's not wrong. This is the address given to me by the Secretary-General of IMU." He glanced at the small piece of paper in his hand again and confirmed that the address was here. Krugman said in a positive tone, "No matter what, I will not Mistaken admission.”
It's just pure, with no impression of anything I've seen before.
After staring at Schulz for a while and not recognizing the young man, Professor Krugman frowned and said.
Just as the two old men in front of the elevator were still arguing about whether Lu Zhou was still studying the Riemann Hypothesis, Lu Zhou and Schultz were sitting in a taxi heading to the suburbs of St. Petersburg. The topic happened to be around the Riemann Hypothesis. Guess it.
"... If you have anything to say, come into the house and you will block the passage."
"The security level here seems a bit unusual... In addition to the International Congress of Mathematicians, what other activities are there here?"
Schultz: "No, I can't, thank you."
Professor Deligne sensed some concerns from his expression, but Professor Fefferman just smiled lightly and spoke in a relaxed tone.
"...You haven't made any new progress in the past six months?"
If even he can't solve this problem, maybe this conjecture can really only be left until the end of the century, waiting for a scholar who is more talented and has sharper mathematical intuition than him to hope to solve it...
Professor Deligne frowned: "What are you betting on?"
"I'm no longer a professor." After muttering in Russian, Perelman glanced over several people and suddenly stopped on Lu Zhou's face.
…
"Of course, after all we have worked together before, I still have this confidence."
"if not… "
To be honest, Deligne was actually a little disappointed with this result.
"Maybe not just half a year, maybe more than half a year," Lu Zhou made a helpless expression on his face, leaned on the back seat of the taxi, shook his head and said, "I tried the super elliptic curve analysis method I have made improvements and tried to find answers from the group structure theory, but it still doesn't help. I even often have some thoughts that even I find scary. Maybe the Riemann Hypothesis is correct with a high probability, but it still doesn't help. It cannot be proven."
"If anything happens, please call me."
Of course, this so-called phone call is not the kind of dialing a number, but an alarm device triggered by keywords that Lu Zhou set on his mobile phone.
"You are not the only one who feels this way, but I think you can be a little more optimistic." Patting Lu Zhou on the shoulder, Schultz continued, "At least, you can create excellent mathematics such as hyperelliptic curve analysis. Tools, even proving the quasi-Riemann hypothesis that has eluded people for a century, you are already better than most people."
I have to say that being handsome has some advantages. Regardless of whether they are men, women, old or young, in front of that sunny smile, most people will be very enthusiastic to help after hearing his request.
After nearly 40 minutes of driving, the taxi finally arrived at the suburbs of St. Petersburg, and the nearby buildings gradually turned from lively and prosperous to simple.
Therefore, Professor Deligne really regrets that he has achieved such fruitful results in the research on the conjecture, but chose to give up in the end.
"But it makes no sense to me," Lu Zhou sighed, "I believe you should be able to understand this feeling."
"You don't look like a scholar, and you don't look like you came here with questions."
Starting from the end of last year, or the beginning of this year, from the Sullivan conjecture discussing manifold classification in differential topology to the LZ model in economics, no matter which research results they are, they have nothing to do with the Riemann zeta function. .
"Thank you for the invitation. I also think it would be better to say it in the house."
Schultz: "No, I can't, thank you."
At the same time, the Fontanka Canal flowing through the center of St. Petersburg, as well as the stone brick roads, street lamps and benches beside the river, are also the men and women in Dostoevsky's novel "White Nights" The place where the protagonists meet.
"Wait for me here, I'll be down in a minute."
Lu Zhou: "...?"
Professor Krugman, who ignored Albert who was protesting next to him and looked at Schulz, continued with piercing eyes, "Are you familiar with Perelman?"
"Wait for me here, I'll be down in a minute."
After staring at Schulz for a while and not recognizing the young man, Professor Krugman frowned and said.
The two people who were talking were startled by the sudden sound.
After nearly 40 minutes of driving, the taxi finally arrived at the suburbs of St. Petersburg, and the nearby buildings gradually turned from lively and prosperous to simple.
"I wonder if we are in the wrong place," Albert muttered, looking at the apartment building in front of him, "Does this look like a secluded place?"
"I think you're worrying too much."
After staring at Schulz for a while and not recognizing the young man, Professor Krugman frowned and said.
"I came to St. Petersburg to attend the IMU conference," Lu Zhou answered the question truthfully, and then glanced at Schulz next to him, "It happened that this gentleman invited me to come with him to visit his old friend, so I came over. "
According to the taxi driver, this area is a famous holy place for mathematics. The Steklov Institute of Mathematics is located on this ancient stone road, and a certain mathematician who declined the Fields Medal also lives here. nearby.
Albert sighed, muttered and continued: "Actually, I am inclined to cooperate with Professor Lu. His Lu-Bewley model and LZ model are simply a stroke of genius, especially the research idea of analyzing macroeconomics through calculation. , which coincides with my research!"
"I came to St. Petersburg to attend the IMU conference," Lu Zhou answered the question truthfully, and then glanced at Schulz next to him, "It happened that this gentleman invited me to come with him to visit his old friend, so I came over. "
"... That's it, thank you."
"Who is this? A terrorist? Or some kind of performance artist?"
After that, the group left Wang Peng where he was and walked upstairs.
Staring at the photo on Schultz's phone, the Russian girl who was smiling brightly suddenly subconsciously frowned in disgust.
Professor Fefferman: "Maybe we just can't see it... It's useless to say more. Do you want to make a bet?"
At the same time, the Fontanka Canal flowing through the center of St. Petersburg, as well as the stone brick roads, street lamps and benches beside the river, are also the men and women in Dostoevsky's novel "White Nights" The place where the protagonists meet.
For a scholar like him, only by truly taking off the crown that stands on Mount Everest, and only by truly solving the propositions that plague the vast majority of scholars in the world, can it be possible for his academic achievements to move forward.
"... That's it, thank you."
Fefferman: "Because my intuition tells me that his research results over the past year are definitely more than just that."
"Maybe not just half a year, maybe more than half a year," Lu Zhou made a helpless expression on his face, leaned on the back seat of the taxi, shook his head and said, "I tried the super elliptic curve analysis method I have made improvements and tried to find answers from the group structure theory, but it still doesn't help. I even often have some thoughts that even I find scary. Maybe the Riemann Hypothesis is correct with a high probability, but it still doesn't help. It cannot be proven."
"Do you know this person?"
After getting out of the car, Schultz took Lu Zhou to the nearby residential area.
After getting out of the car, Schultz took Lu Zhou to the nearby residential area.
"Hello, distinguished Professor Perelman... I am Krugman. I made an appointment with you in the email."
Just when Lu Zhou couldn't help but start to wonder if this lonely hermit had moved, an old man finally not only recognized the photo in Schultz's hand, but was also very familiar with his appearance. He touched his chin and said .
Seeing the worried expression on his face, Lu Zhou smiled and patted his arm.
After hearing this, Schultz had a helpless smile on his face, stopped and grabbed his long hair that was scattered behind his head in confusion.
…
"Yes, especially the way you look at the problem, haven't you considered the possibility that maybe it's because he found connections among these problems that we didn't find? This situation is not uncommon. "
"Thank you! It's been a big help."
Most of the houses in the nearby area are similar to the single-family apartments in China, which are very suitable for young people to live in. However, it is difficult to say how many young people will live in such remote suburbs for comfort.
It was Professor Paul Krugman whom he met in Shanghai some time ago...
Although occasionally a few people recognized him. This man seemed to be a well-known mathematician and had been in the news. But when they heard that he lived nearby, the few people who recognized him shook their heads.
After nearly 40 minutes of driving, the taxi finally arrived at the suburbs of St. Petersburg, and the nearby buildings gradually turned from lively and prosperous to simple.
"He will not arrange his 60-minute report meeting as the last one before the closing ceremony."
After walking behind Lu Zhou and Schultz for a while, Wang Peng suddenly spoke.
But after discovering him, Professor Krugman immediately showed a bright smile on his face and extended his right hand to him.
"Hello, distinguished Professor Perelman... I am Krugman. I made an appointment with you in the email."
"...You've come around here a lot."
"You mean I'm narrow-minded?"
"Where the hell did you come from?"
"The security level here seems a bit unusual... In addition to the International Congress of Mathematicians, what other activities are there here?"
Most of the houses in the nearby area are similar to the single-family apartments in China, which are very suitable for young people to live in. However, it is difficult to say how many young people will live in such remote suburbs for comfort.
"Who is this? A terrorist? Or some kind of performance artist?"
But he didn't know whether he didn't hear it, or he was already used to his old friend's personality and didn't take it to heart at all. Professor Fefferman just nodded and said with a confident smile.
Just like a plaid shirt, some people can wear it like an idol, but some people look like programmers no matter how they wear it.
What's even more coincidental is that I know one of them, Lu Zhou.
After hearing this, Schultz had a helpless smile on his face, stopped and grabbed his long hair that was scattered behind his head in confusion.
It was Professor Paul Krugman whom he met in Shanghai some time ago...
However, this is only for ordinary people.
As for looking shabby...
"I came to St. Petersburg to attend the IMU conference," Lu Zhou answered the question truthfully, and then glanced at Schulz next to him, "It happened that this gentleman invited me to come with him to visit his old friend, so I came over. "
Sighing, Schultz said with some nerve-wracking, "Sorry, I'll go ask around again."
Krugman: "You don't know him. Although he seems to be an unapproachable guy, as long as you ask him some math questions, he will answer you very patiently and his attitude is surprisingly good."
After putting away his passport, Professor Fefferman nodded to the receptionist with a smile, and then walked towards Professor Deligne who was standing by and looking at his watch.
"Yes, especially the way you look at the problem, haven't you considered the possibility that maybe it's because he found connections among these problems that we didn't find? This situation is not uncommon. "
"In fact, the last time I came here was a long time ago. This kind of apartment building with dense windows is very troublesome. If you don't come here often, you can't remember where you live..." Seeing the expression on Lu Zhou's face Gradually becoming speechless, Schultz stopped talking, coughed slightly in embarrassment and said, "I'd better find someone to ask."
He handed his passport to the check-in staff at the front desk, glanced at Professor Fefferman in the direction of the door, and suddenly asked in a casual tone.
An unkempt beard covered his chin, and his sparse curly hair hung back like a dog's tail. Although the shape was somewhat similar to Schulz's hair, it showed two completely different styles.
Albert continued to ask: "But what if he is unwilling to open the door for us? If he doesn't open the door, we can't even determine whether he is inside or not."
After walking behind Lu Zhou and Schultz for a while, Wang Peng suddenly spoke.
Schultz happened to have a photo of Perelman on his phone, but it didn’t matter if he didn’t have it. He could easily find it on Google.
"You don't look like a scholar, and you don't look like you came here with questions."
The Russian girl smiled and said: "I wish you good luck, but I think it's better for you to give up. I have never seen this person in the two years I have lived here."
Soon they arrived at the apartment downstairs. Just as Lu Zhou and Schultz were discussing which floor to start from, they happened to see two people with foreign faces standing by the entrance of the apartment building.
Of course there are benefits.
I have to say that being handsome has some advantages. Regardless of whether they are men, women, old or young, in front of that sunny smile, most people will be very enthusiastic to help after hearing his request.
Although occasionally a few people recognized him. This man seemed to be a well-known mathematician and had been in the news. But when they heard that he lived nearby, the few people who recognized him shook their heads.
Starting from the end of last year, or the beginning of this year, from the Sullivan conjecture discussing manifold classification in differential topology to the LZ model in economics, no matter which research results they are, they have nothing to do with the Riemann zeta function. .
Professor Deligne frowned: "What are you betting on?"
Of course there are benefits.
"In fact, the last time I came here was a long time ago. This kind of apartment building with dense windows is very troublesome. If you don't come here often, you can't remember where you live..." Seeing the expression on Lu Zhou's face Gradually becoming speechless, Schultz stopped talking, coughed slightly in embarrassment and said, "I'd better find someone to ask."
"He will not arrange his 60-minute report meeting as the last one before the closing ceremony."
Corinthia Hotel lobby.
"I wonder if we are in the wrong place," Albert muttered, looking at the apartment building in front of him, "Does this look like a secluded place?"
As for looking shabby...
"Where the hell did you come from?"
After asking around, no one recognized this photo.
That doesn't deny the possibility of him living here.
Looking at his old friend expressionlessly, Professor Deligne, who was originally about to complain that his movements were too slow, sighed and changed his words.
Of course there are benefits.
Just like a plaid shirt, some people can wear it like an idol, but some people look like programmers no matter how they wear it.
Although occasionally a few people recognized him. This man seemed to be a well-known mathematician and had been in the news. But when they heard that he lived nearby, the few people who recognized him shook their heads.
At least when you're in seclusion, you don't have to worry too much about being disturbed.
After walking behind Lu Zhou and Schultz for a while, Wang Peng suddenly spoke.
"Don't think about it. If possible, I would like to invite Faltings, but is this possible? I just met that guy at the beginning of the year. He is obviously a young man, but that guy is sometimes more stubborn than the old guys at Princeton. , not to mention our plan—"
"It's okay to be careful, but don't be too neurotic."
"if not… "
Generally speaking, some clues about the direction a scholar is researching can be found in his recently published papers.
Speaking in an excited tone, Professor Fefferman had an excitement on his face that was inconsistent with his age, as if he had watched a football game where the first goal was not scored until the last ten minutes, and he was talking about him happily. I have said it countless times along the way, "I don't know how far his research has progressed. It's really exciting!"
"Do you know this person?"
"Don't think about it. If possible, I would like to invite Faltings, but is this possible? I just met that guy at the beginning of the year. He is obviously a young man, but that guy is sometimes more stubborn than the old guys at Princeton. , not to mention our plan—"
"You are not the only one who feels this way, but I think you can be a little more optimistic." Patting Lu Zhou on the shoulder, Schultz continued, "At least, you can create excellent mathematics such as hyperelliptic curve analysis. Tools, even proving the quasi-Riemann hypothesis that has eluded people for a century, you are already better than most people."
The expression on his face was a bit hesitant, but after taking a look at Perelman's face, Wang Peng finally nodded.
An unkempt beard covered his chin, and his sparse curly hair hung back like a dog's tail. Although the shape was somewhat similar to Schulz's hair, it showed two completely different styles.
Corinthia Hotel lobby.
"... If you have anything to say, come into the house and you will block the passage."
Staring at the photo on Schultz's phone, the Russian girl who was smiling brightly suddenly subconsciously frowned in disgust.
As for looking shabby...
"Where the hell did you come from?"
For a scholar like him, only by truly taking off the crown that stands on Mount Everest, and only by truly solving the propositions that plague the vast majority of scholars in the world, can it be possible for his academic achievements to move forward.
"I really wanted to hear my name, and it seemed like they were talking bad about me."
Generally speaking, some clues about the direction a scholar is researching can be found in his recently published papers.
It was Professor Paul Krugman whom he met in Shanghai some time ago...
Reaching Professor Fefferman's words, Professor Deligne said to the point, "But this possibility is very small. I have carefully studied several of his papers. It is hard to say outside of mathematics, but as far as mathematics itself is concerned , the mathematical methods used in it are not of great significance for studying the Riemann zeta function, and there is even no linear or progressive relationship between several papers in a mathematical sense."
"Who is this? A terrorist? Or some kind of performance artist?"
Fefferman: "Look, what's wrong?"
"Of course, after all we have worked together before, I still have this confidence."
It's not surprising that she showed a disgusted expression, after all, the man in the photo really didn't have a flattering image.
After hearing this, Schultz had a helpless smile on his face, stopped and grabbed his long hair that was scattered behind his head in confusion.
"...You haven't made any new progress in the past six months?"
Most of the houses in the nearby area are similar to the single-family apartments in China, which are very suitable for young people to live in. However, it is difficult to say how many young people will live in such remote suburbs for comfort.
"Schulz," he took the initiative to extend his right hand and shook hands with the two elderly people. Schulz smiled and nodded and continued, "Nice to meet you two."
Just as Krugman was chattering wildly about Lu Zhou with his companions next to him, a familiar voice suddenly came from the side.
"Yes, especially the way you look at the problem, haven't you considered the possibility that maybe it's because he found connections among these problems that we didn't find? This situation is not uncommon. "
No matter how optimistic he is, Professor Deligne cannot imagine that in the past half a year, there is still a slight possibility that he is still studying propositions related to the Riemann Hypothesis, instead of choosing to give up...
"Are you Lu Zhou?"
An unkempt beard covered his chin, and his sparse curly hair hung back like a dog's tail. Although the shape was somewhat similar to Schulz's hair, it showed two completely different styles.
"Schulz," he took the initiative to extend his right hand and shook hands with the two elderly people. Schulz smiled and nodded and continued, "Nice to meet you two."
A sudden voice from the side interrupted Schulz mid-sentence.
It has to be said that his slovenly appearance and sense of presence are indeed low enough. Even when he was so close, no one was aware of his existence.
To be honest, Deligne was actually a little disappointed with this result.
His disappointment does not stem from Lu Zhou's achievements. After all, Lu Zhou's achievements so far are already quite impressive and cannot be faulted at all.
"...You've come around here a lot."
"In fact, the last time I came here was a long time ago. This kind of apartment building with dense windows is very troublesome. If you don't come here often, you can't remember where you live..." Seeing the expression on Lu Zhou's face Gradually becoming speechless, Schultz stopped talking, coughed slightly in embarrassment and said, "I'd better find someone to ask."
Just like a plaid shirt, some people can wear it like an idol, but some people look like programmers no matter how they wear it.
After a while, he spoke suddenly.
"Are you Lu Zhou?"
"I know him. He used to work at the Steklov Institute of Mathematics and was a very famous mathematician..."
Sighing, Schultz said with some nerve-wracking, "Sorry, I'll go ask around again."
"if not… "
Fefferman: "Look, what's wrong?"
At least when you're in seclusion, you don't have to worry too much about being disturbed.
"Me too." Although he wanted to raise his arms to shake Lu Zhou's hand, both hands were carrying something, so Perelman had to give up after shrugging his shoulders.
The Russian girl smiled and said: "I wish you good luck, but I think it's better for you to give up. I have never seen this person in the two years I have lived here."
"Thank you! It's been a big help."
"Who are you… "
"Hey, wait a minute, why are novels more famous than knowledge? You old guy, are you sure you're not blind—"
It's just pure, with no impression of anything I've seen before.
At the same time, the Fontanka Canal flowing through the center of St. Petersburg, as well as the stone brick roads, street lamps and benches beside the river, are also the men and women in Dostoevsky's novel "White Nights" The place where the protagonists meet.
His disappointment does not stem from Lu Zhou's achievements. After all, Lu Zhou's achievements so far are already quite impressive and cannot be faulted at all.
After asking around, no one recognized this photo.
There was a hint of sarcasm in that tone without any malice, just like most Princeton professors, who have more or less Princeton-style arrogance.
Especially Krugman, he really jumped to the side as if he had seen a ghost, looked at Lu Zhou and said.
"Thank you! It's been a big help."
Although occasionally a few people recognized him. This man seemed to be a well-known mathematician and had been in the news. But when they heard that he lived nearby, the few people who recognized him shook their heads.
Just when Lu Zhou couldn't help but start to wonder if this lonely hermit had moved, an old man finally not only recognized the photo in Schultz's hand, but was also very familiar with his appearance. He touched his chin and said .
"No, but I know a beautiful lady who once worked at the Steklov Institute of Mathematics, and she told me so," after a pause, Krugman continued, "Listen, my friend , we cannot be discouraged. If there is any place other than arrogant Princeton where there may be good people who can help us, it is only here."
"Of course, after all we have worked together before, I still have this confidence."
"What are you doing here? Partying?"
But after discovering him, Professor Krugman immediately showed a bright smile on his face and extended his right hand to him.
That doesn't deny the possibility of him living here.
At least when you're in seclusion, you don't have to worry too much about being disturbed.
But he didn't know whether he didn't hear it, or he was already used to his old friend's personality and didn't take it to heart at all. Professor Fefferman just nodded and said with a confident smile.
It's just pure, with no impression of anything I've seen before.
Fefferman: "Because my intuition tells me that his research results over the past year are definitely more than just that."
"Are you Lu Zhou?"
There was a hint of sarcasm in that tone without any malice, just like most Princeton professors, who have more or less Princeton-style arrogance.
No matter how optimistic he is, Professor Deligne cannot imagine that in the past half a year, there is still a slight possibility that he is still studying propositions related to the Riemann Hypothesis, instead of choosing to give up...
"Are you Lu Zhou?"
"I really wanted to hear my name, and it seemed like they were talking bad about me."
…
Just when Lu Zhou couldn't help but start to wonder if this lonely hermit had moved, an old man finally not only recognized the photo in Schultz's hand, but was also very familiar with his appearance. He touched his chin and said .
"If he hadn't moved or died, he probably lived over there," the old man pointed to an apartment building next to him, and continued, "I only know which building he lived in, but where exactly, You'd better go to a little trouble and ask his neighbors first."
A dry laugh broke out from the old man's mouth, and he said as if he had recalled something, "About ten years ago, when I was working as a janitor at the Steklov Institute of Mathematics, I often saw him wearing a shabby He wears jeans and a shirt and goes to work. In addition to being a mathematician, this guy is also one of the top weirdos in the institute."
"So, you understand him very well?"
"I'm no longer a professor." After muttering in Russian, Perelman glanced over several people and suddenly stopped on Lu Zhou's face.
"I know him. He used to work at the Steklov Institute of Mathematics and was a very famous mathematician..."
After staring at Schulz for a while and not recognizing the young man, Professor Krugman frowned and said.
Professor Deligne raised his eyebrows.
Albert continued to ask: "But what if he is unwilling to open the door for us? If he doesn't open the door, we can't even determine whether he is inside or not."
He was probably still in high school at that time.
A dozen years ago…
Raising his eyebrows, Professor Deligne said with obvious disbelief.
Lu Zhou immediately asked, "How long ago?"
Following Lu Zhou's question, Schultz continued: "Then do you know where he lives?"
"He is indeed here! I told you that he would not miss such an interesting meeting!"
"...You haven't made any new progress in the past six months?"
Corinthia Hotel lobby.
"You mean I'm narrow-minded?"
Professor Fefferman smiled confidently and said: "I bet his research results are definitely more than those at the beginning of the year, and he has definitely not given up on research on the Riemann Hypothesis."
Professor Krugman, who ignored Albert who was protesting next to him and looked at Schulz, continued with piercing eyes, "Are you familiar with Perelman?"
A dry laugh broke out from the old man's mouth, and he said as if he had recalled something, "About ten years ago, when I was working as a janitor at the Steklov Institute of Mathematics, I often saw him wearing a shabby He wears jeans and a shirt and goes to work. In addition to being a mathematician, this guy is also one of the top weirdos in the institute."
Professor Krugman, who ignored Albert who was protesting next to him and looked at Schulz, continued with piercing eyes, "Are you familiar with Perelman?"
Exactly what happened to Krugman and Albert just now, they saw a tall and burly man wearing shabby jeans and a shirt, carrying two plastic bags filled with cheap ingredients in his hands. I don’t know when he started. Already walked to the side of a group of people.
Staring at the photo on Schultz's phone, the Russian girl who was smiling brightly suddenly subconsciously frowned in disgust.
"Hello, distinguished Professor Perelman... I am Krugman. I made an appointment with you in the email."
Sighing, Schultz said with some nerve-wracking, "Sorry, I'll go ask around again."
Lu Zhou: "..."
"...You haven't made any new progress in the past six months?"
The expression on his face was a bit hesitant, but after taking a look at Perelman's face, Wang Peng finally nodded.
That doesn't deny the possibility of him living here.
Hearing the confident speech of his old friend, Deligne smiled lightly and said disapprovingly.
"No more, sir." After completing the registration of check-in information and returning the passport to Professor Fefferman, the front desk staff patiently explained, "The highest-level meeting within thirty days will be held at The International Congress of Mathematicians will be held in two days. During the duration of the conference, Corinthia Hotel will provide the highest standard of services throughout the conference. I wish you a happy mood in the coming week."
A dozen years ago…
Especially Krugman, he really jumped to the side as if he had seen a ghost, looked at Lu Zhou and said.
"But it makes no sense to me," Lu Zhou sighed, "I believe you should be able to understand this feeling."
Lu Zhou immediately asked, "How long ago?"
Professor Fefferman: "Maybe we just can't see it... It's useless to say more. Do you want to make a bet?"
"Then you are probably disappointed because you are overconfident. I have paid attention to all the papers he has published this year. The quasi-Riemann hypothesis and the hyperelliptic curve method are his only research results on the Riemann zeta function. , and later he even went to study economics with the old man Krugman, which seems to be called the LZ model... Anyway, it's something similar."
"I know him. He used to work at the Steklov Institute of Mathematics and was a very famous mathematician..."
He was probably still in high school at that time.
Upon hearing this question, Schultz's expression became a little subtle and he shrugged.
After asking around, no one recognized this photo.
Seeing the worried expression on his face, Lu Zhou smiled and patted his arm.
"It's okay to be careful, but don't be too neurotic."
"I came to St. Petersburg to attend the IMU conference," Lu Zhou answered the question truthfully, and then glanced at Schulz next to him, "It happened that this gentleman invited me to come with him to visit his old friend, so I came over. "
Professor Deligne frowned: "What are you betting on?"
The two people who were talking were startled by the sudden sound.
"The security level here seems a bit unusual... In addition to the International Congress of Mathematicians, what other activities are there here?"
Is it already such a distant thing
"Thank you for the invitation. I also think it would be better to say it in the house."
Starting from the end of last year, or the beginning of this year, from the Sullivan conjecture discussing manifold classification in differential topology to the LZ model in economics, no matter which research results they are, they have nothing to do with the Riemann zeta function. .
"The security level here seems a bit unusual... In addition to the International Congress of Mathematicians, what other activities are there here?"
Sighing, Schultz said with some nerve-wracking, "Sorry, I'll go ask around again."
"I know him. He used to work at the Steklov Institute of Mathematics and was a very famous mathematician..."
I have to say that being handsome has some advantages. Regardless of whether they are men, women, old or young, in front of that sunny smile, most people will be very enthusiastic to help after hearing his request.
Krugman: "You don't know him. Although he seems to be an unapproachable guy, as long as you ask him some math questions, he will answer you very patiently and his attitude is surprisingly good."
Following Lu Zhou's question, Schultz continued: "Then do you know where he lives?"
"Of course, after all we have worked together before, I still have this confidence."
"Who is this? A terrorist? Or some kind of performance artist?"
Fefferman: "Look, what's wrong?"
Exactly what happened to Krugman and Albert just now, they saw a tall and burly man wearing shabby jeans and a shirt, carrying two plastic bags filled with cheap ingredients in his hands. I don’t know when he started. Already walked to the side of a group of people.
At the same time, the Fontanka Canal flowing through the center of St. Petersburg, as well as the stone brick roads, street lamps and benches beside the river, are also the men and women in Dostoevsky's novel "White Nights" The place where the protagonists meet.
Fefferman: "Of course I know. After all, we have cooperated more than once. You are always so confident in your analysis, but you have to admit that sometimes when a person cares too much about something, his sight is often narrow minded."
"If he hadn't moved or died, he probably lived over there," the old man pointed to an apartment building next to him, and continued, "I only know which building he lived in, but where exactly, You'd better go to a little trouble and ask his neighbors first."
"Yes, especially the way you look at the problem, haven't you considered the possibility that maybe it's because he found connections among these problems that we didn't find? This situation is not uncommon. "
Professor Deligne sensed some concerns from his expression, but Professor Fefferman just smiled lightly and spoke in a relaxed tone.
“… Krugman, a professor of economics at Princeton University, and next to me is Albert-Laszlo Barabasi, a physicist better known for his novels than his scholarship.”
Just when Lu Zhou couldn't help but start to wonder if this lonely hermit had moved, an old man finally not only recognized the photo in Schultz's hand, but was also very familiar with his appearance. He touched his chin and said .
Seeing the direction pointed by the old man, Schultz and Lu Zhou breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, with expressions of gratitude on their faces.
"Schulz," he took the initiative to extend his right hand and shook hands with the two elderly people. Schulz smiled and nodded and continued, "Nice to meet you two."
It was Professor Paul Krugman whom he met in Shanghai some time ago...
"Thank you for the invitation. I also think it would be better to say it in the house."
After hearing this, Schultz had a helpless smile on his face, stopped and grabbed his long hair that was scattered behind his head in confusion.
The two people who were talking were startled by the sudden sound.
"Do you know this person?"
"Thank you! It's been a big help."
Therefore, Professor Deligne really regrets that he has achieved such fruitful results in the research on the conjecture, but chose to give up in the end.
As for looking shabby...
After that, Schultz took Lu Zhou and Wang Peng and walked in the direction pointed by the old man.
He was probably still in high school at that time.
Is it already such a distant thing
Professor Krugman, who ignored Albert who was protesting next to him and looked at Schulz, continued with piercing eyes, "Are you familiar with Perelman?"
Not paying attention to Professor Krugman, Perelman's eyes swept over the faces of several people in turn, and finally stared at Wang Peng for a while.
"Hey, wait a minute, why are novels more famous than knowledge? You old guy, are you sure you're not blind—"
After nearly 40 minutes of driving, the taxi finally arrived at the suburbs of St. Petersburg, and the nearby buildings gradually turned from lively and prosperous to simple.
Soon they arrived at the apartment downstairs. Just as Lu Zhou and Schultz were discussing which floor to start from, they happened to see two people with foreign faces standing by the entrance of the apartment building.
"You are not the only one who feels this way, but I think you can be a little more optimistic." Patting Lu Zhou on the shoulder, Schultz continued, "At least, you can create excellent mathematics such as hyperelliptic curve analysis. Tools, even proving the quasi-Riemann hypothesis that has eluded people for a century, you are already better than most people."
I have to say that being handsome has some advantages. Regardless of whether they are men, women, old or young, in front of that sunny smile, most people will be very enthusiastic to help after hearing his request.
…
Soon they arrived at the apartment downstairs. Just as Lu Zhou and Schultz were discussing which floor to start from, they happened to see two people with foreign faces standing by the entrance of the apartment building.
After that, Schultz took Lu Zhou and Wang Peng and walked in the direction pointed by the old man.
"I'm no longer a professor." After muttering in Russian, Perelman glanced over several people and suddenly stopped on Lu Zhou's face.
What's even more coincidental is that I know one of them, Lu Zhou.
What's even more coincidental is that I know one of them, Lu Zhou.
Just as the two old men in front of the elevator were still arguing about whether Lu Zhou was still studying the Riemann Hypothesis, Lu Zhou and Schultz were sitting in a taxi heading to the suburbs of St. Petersburg. The topic happened to be around the Riemann Hypothesis. Guess it.
It's just pure, with no impression of anything I've seen before.
Corinthia Hotel lobby.
To be honest, Deligne was actually a little disappointed with this result.
After that, Schultz took Lu Zhou and Wang Peng and walked in the direction pointed by the old man.
It was Professor Paul Krugman whom he met in Shanghai some time ago...
Albert sighed, muttered and continued: "Actually, I am inclined to cooperate with Professor Lu. His Lu-Bewley model and LZ model are simply a stroke of genius, especially the research idea of analyzing macroeconomics through calculation. , which coincides with my research!"
Raising his eyebrows, Professor Deligne said with obvious disbelief.
"It's okay to be careful, but don't be too neurotic."
Of course, this so-called phone call is not the kind of dialing a number, but an alarm device triggered by keywords that Lu Zhou set on his mobile phone.
Corinthia Hotel lobby.
"If he hadn't moved or died, he probably lived over there," the old man pointed to an apartment building next to him, and continued, "I only know which building he lived in, but where exactly, You'd better go to a little trouble and ask his neighbors first."
"Where the hell did you come from?"
The two people obviously didn't notice him. They were standing in front of the entrance of the apartment building, communicating in low voices.
"Me too." Although he wanted to raise his arms to shake Lu Zhou's hand, both hands were carrying something, so Perelman had to give up after shrugging his shoulders.
Professor Deligne raised his eyebrows.
Of course there are benefits.
…
His disappointment does not stem from Lu Zhou's achievements. After all, Lu Zhou's achievements so far are already quite impressive and cannot be faulted at all.
Albert raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you ever been in contact with him?"
After staring at Schulz for a while and not recognizing the young man, Professor Krugman frowned and said.
"I wonder if we are in the wrong place," Albert muttered, looking at the apartment building in front of him, "Does this look like a secluded place?"
Professor Deligne frowned: "What are you betting on?"
"Of course, after all we have worked together before, I still have this confidence."
Seeing the worried expression on his face, Lu Zhou smiled and patted his arm.
"No more, sir." After completing the registration of check-in information and returning the passport to Professor Fefferman, the front desk staff patiently explained, "The highest-level meeting within thirty days will be held at The International Congress of Mathematicians will be held in two days. During the duration of the conference, Corinthia Hotel will provide the highest standard of services throughout the conference. I wish you a happy mood in the coming week."
Professor Fefferman: "Maybe we just can't see it... It's useless to say more. Do you want to make a bet?"
"It's not wrong. This is the address given to me by the Secretary-General of IMU." He glanced at the small piece of paper in his hand again and confirmed that the address was here. Krugman said in a positive tone, "No matter what, I will not Mistaken admission.”
Seeing the worried expression on his face, Lu Zhou smiled and patted his arm.
"It's not wrong. This is the address given to me by the Secretary-General of IMU." He glanced at the small piece of paper in his hand again and confirmed that the address was here. Krugman said in a positive tone, "No matter what, I will not Mistaken admission.”
Albert continued to ask: "But what if he is unwilling to open the door for us? If he doesn't open the door, we can't even determine whether he is inside or not."
After staring at Schulz for a while and not recognizing the young man, Professor Krugman frowned and said.
"You are not the only one who feels this way, but I think you can be a little more optimistic." Patting Lu Zhou on the shoulder, Schultz continued, "At least, you can create excellent mathematics such as hyperelliptic curve analysis. Tools, even proving the quasi-Riemann hypothesis that has eluded people for a century, you are already better than most people."
Krugman: "You don't know him. Although he seems to be an unapproachable guy, as long as you ask him some math questions, he will answer you very patiently and his attitude is surprisingly good."
It's just pure, with no impression of anything I've seen before.
Professor Deligne raised his eyebrows.
At least when you're in seclusion, you don't have to worry too much about being disturbed.
Not paying attention to Professor Krugman, Perelman's eyes swept over the faces of several people in turn, and finally stared at Wang Peng for a while.
Hearing the confident speech of his old friend, Deligne smiled lightly and said disapprovingly.
"...You haven't made any new progress in the past six months?"
After that, Schultz took Lu Zhou and Wang Peng and walked in the direction pointed by the old man.
Albert raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you ever been in contact with him?"
Exactly what happened to Krugman and Albert just now, they saw a tall and burly man wearing shabby jeans and a shirt, carrying two plastic bags filled with cheap ingredients in his hands. I don’t know when he started. Already walked to the side of a group of people.
He handed his passport to the check-in staff at the front desk, glanced at Professor Fefferman in the direction of the door, and suddenly asked in a casual tone.
"Oh? Do you know what I'm worried about?"
"No, but I know a beautiful lady who once worked at the Steklov Institute of Mathematics, and she told me so," after a pause, Krugman continued, "Listen, my friend , we cannot be discouraged. If there is any place other than arrogant Princeton where there may be good people who can help us, it is only here."
After hearing this, Schultz had a helpless smile on his face, stopped and grabbed his long hair that was scattered behind his head in confusion.
"... If you have anything to say, come into the house and you will block the passage."
A sudden voice from the side interrupted Schulz mid-sentence.
Albert sighed, muttered and continued: "Actually, I am inclined to cooperate with Professor Lu. His Lu-Bewley model and LZ model are simply a stroke of genius, especially the research idea of analyzing macroeconomics through calculation. , which coincides with my research!"
Lu Zhou: "...?"
"He will not arrange his 60-minute report meeting as the last one before the closing ceremony."
“… Krugman, a professor of economics at Princeton University, and next to me is Albert-Laszlo Barabasi, a physicist better known for his novels than his scholarship.”
"Who are you… "
It has to be said that his slovenly appearance and sense of presence are indeed low enough. Even when he was so close, no one was aware of his existence.
Fefferman: "Of course I know. After all, we have cooperated more than once. You are always so confident in your analysis, but you have to admit that sometimes when a person cares too much about something, his sight is often narrow minded."
"Don't think about it. If possible, I would like to invite Faltings, but is this possible? I just met that guy at the beginning of the year. He is obviously a young man, but that guy is sometimes more stubborn than the old guys at Princeton. , not to mention our plan—"
"I think you're worrying too much."
"The security level here seems a bit unusual... In addition to the International Congress of Mathematicians, what other activities are there here?"
Fefferman: "Because my intuition tells me that his research results over the past year are definitely more than just that."
Just as Krugman was chattering wildly about Lu Zhou with his companions next to him, a familiar voice suddenly came from the side.
Deligne: "Then why do you still ask such a question? If he has made any new results, you will definitely be able to see it in that paper. If not, then there is none. I don't know where you are. What to look forward to.”
The Russian girl smiled and said: "I wish you good luck, but I think it's better for you to give up. I have never seen this person in the two years I have lived here."
After putting away his passport, Professor Fefferman nodded to the receptionist with a smile, and then walked towards Professor Deligne who was standing by and looking at his watch.
I have to say that being handsome has some advantages. Regardless of whether they are men, women, old or young, in front of that sunny smile, most people will be very enthusiastic to help after hearing his request.
"Hey, wait a minute, why are novels more famous than knowledge? You old guy, are you sure you're not blind—"
Especially Krugman, he really jumped to the side as if he had seen a ghost, looked at Lu Zhou and said.
"I really wanted to hear my name, and it seemed like they were talking bad about me."
"Then you are probably disappointed because you are overconfident. I have paid attention to all the papers he has published this year. The quasi-Riemann hypothesis and the hyperelliptic curve method are his only research results on the Riemann zeta function. , and later he even went to study economics with the old man Krugman, which seems to be called the LZ model... Anyway, it's something similar."
A dry laugh broke out from the old man's mouth, and he said as if he had recalled something, "About ten years ago, when I was working as a janitor at the Steklov Institute of Mathematics, I often saw him wearing a shabby He wears jeans and a shirt and goes to work. In addition to being a mathematician, this guy is also one of the top weirdos in the institute."
Professor Deligne raised his eyebrows.
An unkempt beard covered his chin, and his sparse curly hair hung back like a dog's tail. Although the shape was somewhat similar to Schulz's hair, it showed two completely different styles.
Sighing, Schultz said with some nerve-wracking, "Sorry, I'll go ask around again."
The two people who were talking were startled by the sudden sound.
The two people obviously didn't notice him. They were standing in front of the entrance of the apartment building, communicating in low voices.
What's even more coincidental is that I know one of them, Lu Zhou.
Most of the houses in the nearby area are similar to the single-family apartments in China, which are very suitable for young people to live in. However, it is difficult to say how many young people will live in such remote suburbs for comfort.
"OK."
Especially Krugman, he really jumped to the side as if he had seen a ghost, looked at Lu Zhou and said.
"You don't look like a scholar, and you don't look like you came here with questions."
Seeing the direction pointed by the old man, Schultz and Lu Zhou breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, with expressions of gratitude on their faces.
"No more, sir." After completing the registration of check-in information and returning the passport to Professor Fefferman, the front desk staff patiently explained, "The highest-level meeting within thirty days will be held at The International Congress of Mathematicians will be held in two days. During the duration of the conference, Corinthia Hotel will provide the highest standard of services throughout the conference. I wish you a happy mood in the coming week."
Deligne: "Then why do you still ask such a question? If he has made any new results, you will definitely be able to see it in that paper. If not, then there is none. I don't know where you are. What to look forward to.”
The expression on his face was a bit hesitant, but after taking a look at Perelman's face, Wang Peng finally nodded.
A dozen years ago…
"Where the hell did you come from?"
Not paying attention to Professor Krugman, Perelman's eyes swept over the faces of several people in turn, and finally stared at Wang Peng for a while.
"Who are you… "
"Hello, distinguished Professor Perelman... I am Krugman. I made an appointment with you in the email."
"He is indeed here! I told you that he would not miss such an interesting meeting!"
"No more, sir." After completing the registration of check-in information and returning the passport to Professor Fefferman, the front desk staff patiently explained, "The highest-level meeting within thirty days will be held at The International Congress of Mathematicians will be held in two days. During the duration of the conference, Corinthia Hotel will provide the highest standard of services throughout the conference. I wish you a happy mood in the coming week."
"I came to St. Petersburg to attend the IMU conference," Lu Zhou answered the question truthfully, and then glanced at Schulz next to him, "It happened that this gentleman invited me to come with him to visit his old friend, so I came over. "
Fefferman: "Look, what's wrong?"
"If anything happens, please call me."
For a scholar like him, only by truly taking off the crown that stands on Mount Everest, and only by truly solving the propositions that plague the vast majority of scholars in the world, can it be possible for his academic achievements to move forward.
Although occasionally a few people recognized him. This man seemed to be a well-known mathematician and had been in the news. But when they heard that he lived nearby, the few people who recognized him shook their heads.
Albert raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you ever been in contact with him?"
Following Lu Zhou's question, Schultz continued: "Then do you know where he lives?"
Albert continued to ask: "But what if he is unwilling to open the door for us? If he doesn't open the door, we can't even determine whether he is inside or not."
After staring at Schulz for a while and not recognizing the young man, Professor Krugman frowned and said.
"But it makes no sense to me," Lu Zhou sighed, "I believe you should be able to understand this feeling."
It's just pure, with no impression of anything I've seen before.
Before Schultz and Lu Zhou could speak, Professor Krugman had a bright smile on his face and hurriedly agreed.
"You mean I'm narrow-minded?"
"Then you are probably disappointed because you are overconfident. I have paid attention to all the papers he has published this year. The quasi-Riemann hypothesis and the hyperelliptic curve method are his only research results on the Riemann zeta function. , and later he even went to study economics with the old man Krugman, which seems to be called the LZ model... Anyway, it's something similar."
It's not surprising that she showed a disgusted expression, after all, the man in the photo really didn't have a flattering image.
"Who are you… "
Seeing the worried expression on his face, Lu Zhou smiled and patted his arm.
"You don't look like a scholar, and you don't look like you came here with questions."
But he didn't know whether he didn't hear it, or he was already used to his old friend's personality and didn't take it to heart at all. Professor Fefferman just nodded and said with a confident smile.
"Do you know this person?"
Professor Fefferman smiled confidently and said: "I bet his research results are definitely more than those at the beginning of the year, and he has definitely not given up on research on the Riemann Hypothesis."
But he didn't know whether he didn't hear it, or he was already used to his old friend's personality and didn't take it to heart at all. Professor Fefferman just nodded and said with a confident smile.
Krugman: "You don't know him. Although he seems to be an unapproachable guy, as long as you ask him some math questions, he will answer you very patiently and his attitude is surprisingly good."
Looking at his old friend expressionlessly, Professor Deligne, who was originally about to complain that his movements were too slow, sighed and changed his words.
"Schulz," he took the initiative to extend his right hand and shook hands with the two elderly people. Schulz smiled and nodded and continued, "Nice to meet you two."
"Hey, wait a minute, why are novels more famous than knowledge? You old guy, are you sure you're not blind—"
Professor Deligne sensed some concerns from his expression, but Professor Fefferman just smiled lightly and spoke in a relaxed tone.
"He will not arrange his 60-minute report meeting as the last one before the closing ceremony."
"Who is this? A terrorist? Or some kind of performance artist?"
“… Krugman, a professor of economics at Princeton University, and next to me is Albert-Laszlo Barabasi, a physicist better known for his novels than his scholarship.”
"You mean I'm narrow-minded?"
"I'm no longer a professor." After muttering in Russian, Perelman glanced over several people and suddenly stopped on Lu Zhou's face.
"Hey, wait a minute, why are novels more famous than knowledge? You old guy, are you sure you're not blind—"
Especially Krugman, he really jumped to the side as if he had seen a ghost, looked at Lu Zhou and said.
"Hello, distinguished Professor Perelman... I am Krugman. I made an appointment with you in the email."
Lu Zhou: "...?"
"Just wait for me here for a while. I'll be down soon."
Generally speaking, some clues about the direction a scholar is researching can be found in his recently published papers.
"In fact, the last time I came here was a long time ago. This kind of apartment building with dense windows is very troublesome. If you don't come here often, you can't remember where you live..." Seeing the expression on Lu Zhou's face Gradually becoming speechless, Schultz stopped talking, coughed slightly in embarrassment and said, "I'd better find someone to ask."
"It's not wrong. This is the address given to me by the Secretary-General of IMU." He glanced at the small piece of paper in his hand again and confirmed that the address was here. Krugman said in a positive tone, "No matter what, I will not Mistaken admission.”
Professor Krugman, who ignored Albert who was protesting next to him and looked at Schulz, continued with piercing eyes, "Are you familiar with Perelman?"
After that, Schultz took Lu Zhou and Wang Peng and walked in the direction pointed by the old man.
"He will not arrange his 60-minute report meeting as the last one before the closing ceremony."
"Me too." Although he wanted to raise his arms to shake Lu Zhou's hand, both hands were carrying something, so Perelman had to give up after shrugging his shoulders.
At least when you're in seclusion, you don't have to worry too much about being disturbed.
The two people who were talking were startled by the sudden sound.
Professor Deligne raised his eyebrows.
At least when you're in seclusion, you don't have to worry too much about being disturbed.
Albert continued to ask: "But what if he is unwilling to open the door for us? If he doesn't open the door, we can't even determine whether he is inside or not."
Upon hearing this question, Schultz's expression became a little subtle and he shrugged.
Speaking in an excited tone, Professor Fefferman had an excitement on his face that was inconsistent with his age, as if he had watched a football game where the first goal was not scored until the last ten minutes, and he was talking about him happily. I have said it countless times along the way, "I don't know how far his research has progressed. It's really exciting!"
Most of the houses in the nearby area are similar to the single-family apartments in China, which are very suitable for young people to live in. However, it is difficult to say how many young people will live in such remote suburbs for comfort.
"I think he and I should be quite familiar, but... I don't know what he thinks of our friendship—"
If even he can't solve this problem, maybe this conjecture can really only be left until the end of the century, waiting for a scholar who is more talented and has sharper mathematical intuition than him to hope to solve it...
Of course there are benefits.
To be honest, Deligne was actually a little disappointed with this result.
After getting out of the car, Schultz took Lu Zhou to the nearby residential area.
According to the taxi driver, this area is a famous holy place for mathematics. The Steklov Institute of Mathematics is located on this ancient stone road, and a certain mathematician who declined the Fields Medal also lives here. nearby.
Although occasionally a few people recognized him. This man seemed to be a well-known mathematician and had been in the news. But when they heard that he lived nearby, the few people who recognized him shook their heads.
"It's not wrong. This is the address given to me by the Secretary-General of IMU." He glanced at the small piece of paper in his hand again and confirmed that the address was here. Krugman said in a positive tone, "No matter what, I will not Mistaken admission.”
"What are you doing here? Partying?"
"Thank you for the invitation. I also think it would be better to say it in the house."
"I think he and I should be quite familiar, but... I don't know what he thinks of our friendship—"
"Do you know this person?"
Seeing the worried expression on his face, Lu Zhou smiled and patted his arm.
"Hello, distinguished Professor Perelman... I am Krugman. I made an appointment with you in the email."
"Then you are probably disappointed because you are overconfident. I have paid attention to all the papers he has published this year. The quasi-Riemann hypothesis and the hyperelliptic curve method are his only research results on the Riemann zeta function. , and later he even went to study economics with the old man Krugman, which seems to be called the LZ model... Anyway, it's something similar."
A sudden voice from the side interrupted Schulz mid-sentence.
Just as Krugman was chattering wildly about Lu Zhou with his companions next to him, a familiar voice suddenly came from the side.
Corinthia Hotel lobby.
"Don't think about it. If possible, I would like to invite Faltings, but is this possible? I just met that guy at the beginning of the year. He is obviously a young man, but that guy is sometimes more stubborn than the old guys at Princeton. , not to mention our plan—"
Just like a plaid shirt, some people can wear it like an idol, but some people look like programmers no matter how they wear it.
“… Krugman, a professor of economics at Princeton University, and next to me is Albert-Laszlo Barabasi, a physicist better known for his novels than his scholarship.”
"... That's it, thank you."
To be honest, Deligne was actually a little disappointed with this result.
"Yes, especially the way you look at the problem, haven't you considered the possibility that maybe it's because he found connections among these problems that we didn't find? This situation is not uncommon. "
Exactly what happened to Krugman and Albert just now, they saw a tall and burly man wearing shabby jeans and a shirt, carrying two plastic bags filled with cheap ingredients in his hands. I don’t know when he started. Already walked to the side of a group of people.
Speaking in an excited tone, Professor Fefferman had an excitement on his face that was inconsistent with his age, as if he had watched a football game where the first goal was not scored until the last ten minutes, and he was talking about him happily. I have said it countless times along the way, "I don't know how far his research has progressed. It's really exciting!"
"Didn't you read the paper he posted on the official website?"
It has to be said that his slovenly appearance and sense of presence are indeed low enough. Even when he was so close, no one was aware of his existence.
It was Professor Paul Krugman whom he met in Shanghai some time ago...
After hearing this, Schultz had a helpless smile on his face, stopped and grabbed his long hair that was scattered behind his head in confusion.
For a scholar like him, only by truly taking off the crown that stands on Mount Everest, and only by truly solving the propositions that plague the vast majority of scholars in the world, can it be possible for his academic achievements to move forward.
Albert sighed, muttered and continued: "Actually, I am inclined to cooperate with Professor Lu. His Lu-Bewley model and LZ model are simply a stroke of genius, especially the research idea of analyzing macroeconomics through calculation. , which coincides with my research!"
"Where the hell did you come from?"
"The security level here seems a bit unusual... In addition to the International Congress of Mathematicians, what other activities are there here?"
"I think he and I should be quite familiar, but... I don't know what he thinks of our friendship—"
But after discovering him, Professor Krugman immediately showed a bright smile on his face and extended his right hand to him.
Raising his eyebrows, Professor Deligne said with obvious disbelief.
The two people who were talking were startled by the sudden sound.
Fefferman: "Because my intuition tells me that his research results over the past year are definitely more than just that."
"No more, sir." After completing the registration of check-in information and returning the passport to Professor Fefferman, the front desk staff patiently explained, "The highest-level meeting within thirty days will be held at The International Congress of Mathematicians will be held in two days. During the duration of the conference, Corinthia Hotel will provide the highest standard of services throughout the conference. I wish you a happy mood in the coming week."
"Hello, distinguished Professor Perelman... I am Krugman. I made an appointment with you in the email."
"I came to St. Petersburg to attend the IMU conference," Lu Zhou answered the question truthfully, and then glanced at Schulz next to him, "It happened that this gentleman invited me to come with him to visit his old friend, so I came over. "
However, this is only for ordinary people.
But he didn't know whether he didn't hear it, or he was already used to his old friend's personality and didn't take it to heart at all. Professor Fefferman just nodded and said with a confident smile.
Upon hearing this question, Schultz's expression became a little subtle and he shrugged.
After getting out of the car, Schultz took Lu Zhou to the nearby residential area.
After that, the group left Wang Peng where he was and walked upstairs.
"I'm no longer a professor." After muttering in Russian, Perelman glanced over several people and suddenly stopped on Lu Zhou's face.
For a scholar like him, only by truly taking off the crown that stands on Mount Everest, and only by truly solving the propositions that plague the vast majority of scholars in the world, can it be possible for his academic achievements to move forward.
At least when you're in seclusion, you don't have to worry too much about being disturbed.
The expression on his face was a bit hesitant, but after taking a look at Perelman's face, Wang Peng finally nodded.
"No more, sir." After completing the registration of check-in information and returning the passport to Professor Fefferman, the front desk staff patiently explained, "The highest-level meeting within thirty days will be held at The International Congress of Mathematicians will be held in two days. During the duration of the conference, Corinthia Hotel will provide the highest standard of services throughout the conference. I wish you a happy mood in the coming week."
That doesn't deny the possibility of him living here.
After a while, he spoke suddenly.
"Oh? Do you know what I'm worried about?"
Albert raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you ever been in contact with him?"
It has to be said that his slovenly appearance and sense of presence are indeed low enough. Even when he was so close, no one was aware of his existence.
After getting out of the car, Schultz took Lu Zhou to the nearby residential area.
"Are you Lu Zhou?"
Just as Krugman was chattering wildly about Lu Zhou with his companions next to him, a familiar voice suddenly came from the side.
Seeing the worried expression on his face, Lu Zhou smiled and patted his arm.
"I'm no longer a professor." After muttering in Russian, Perelman glanced over several people and suddenly stopped on Lu Zhou's face.
Staring at the photo on Schultz's phone, the Russian girl who was smiling brightly suddenly subconsciously frowned in disgust.
"Oh? Do you know what I'm worried about?"
"He will not arrange his 60-minute report meeting as the last one before the closing ceremony."
Reaching Professor Fefferman's words, Professor Deligne said to the point, "But this possibility is very small. I have carefully studied several of his papers. It is hard to say outside of mathematics, but as far as mathematics itself is concerned , the mathematical methods used in it are not of great significance for studying the Riemann zeta function, and there is even no linear or progressive relationship between several papers in a mathematical sense."
"It's okay to be careful, but don't be too neurotic."
"That's me," Lu Zhou nodded and said friendly, "Nice to meet you."
"Maybe not just half a year, maybe more than half a year," Lu Zhou made a helpless expression on his face, leaned on the back seat of the taxi, shook his head and said, "I tried the super elliptic curve analysis method I have made improvements and tried to find answers from the group structure theory, but it still doesn't help. I even often have some thoughts that even I find scary. Maybe the Riemann Hypothesis is correct with a high probability, but it still doesn't help. It cannot be proven."
"I'm no longer a professor." After muttering in Russian, Perelman glanced over several people and suddenly stopped on Lu Zhou's face.
Just as Krugman was chattering wildly about Lu Zhou with his companions next to him, a familiar voice suddenly came from the side.
Professor Fefferman smiled confidently and said: "I bet his research results are definitely more than those at the beginning of the year, and he has definitely not given up on research on the Riemann Hypothesis."
Lu Zhou: "...?"
After asking around, no one recognized this photo.
"Me too." Although he wanted to raise his arms to shake Lu Zhou's hand, both hands were carrying something, so Perelman had to give up after shrugging his shoulders.
Not paying attention to Professor Krugman, Perelman's eyes swept over the faces of several people in turn, and finally stared at Wang Peng for a while.
"Maybe not just half a year, maybe more than half a year," Lu Zhou made a helpless expression on his face, leaned on the back seat of the taxi, shook his head and said, "I tried the super elliptic curve analysis method I have made improvements and tried to find answers from the group structure theory, but it still doesn't help. I even often have some thoughts that even I find scary. Maybe the Riemann Hypothesis is correct with a high probability, but it still doesn't help. It cannot be proven."
"I wonder if we are in the wrong place," Albert muttered, looking at the apartment building in front of him, "Does this look like a secluded place?"
After a while, he spoke suddenly.
"... If you have anything to say, come into the house and you will block the passage."
Seeing the direction pointed by the old man, Schultz and Lu Zhou breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, with expressions of gratitude on their faces.
To be honest, Deligne was actually a little disappointed with this result.
Starting from the end of last year, or the beginning of this year, from the Sullivan conjecture discussing manifold classification in differential topology to the LZ model in economics, no matter which research results they are, they have nothing to do with the Riemann zeta function. .
Before Schultz and Lu Zhou could speak, Professor Krugman had a bright smile on his face and hurriedly agreed.
Especially Krugman, he really jumped to the side as if he had seen a ghost, looked at Lu Zhou and said.
After that, the group left Wang Peng where he was and walked upstairs.
"Yes, especially the way you look at the problem, haven't you considered the possibility that maybe it's because he found connections among these problems that we didn't find? This situation is not uncommon. "
"I think he and I should be quite familiar, but... I don't know what he thinks of our friendship—"
"Thank you for the invitation. I also think it would be better to say it in the house."
"Schulz," he took the initiative to extend his right hand and shook hands with the two elderly people. Schulz smiled and nodded and continued, "Nice to meet you two."
"Thank you! It's been a big help."
"Who are you… "
"Wait for me here, I'll be down in a minute."
Not paying attention to Professor Krugman, Perelman's eyes swept over the faces of several people in turn, and finally stared at Wang Peng for a while.
After asking around, no one recognized this photo.
"So, you understand him very well?"
The Russian girl smiled and said: "I wish you good luck, but I think it's better for you to give up. I have never seen this person in the two years I have lived here."
"No, but I know a beautiful lady who once worked at the Steklov Institute of Mathematics, and she told me so," after a pause, Krugman continued, "Listen, my friend , we cannot be discouraged. If there is any place other than arrogant Princeton where there may be good people who can help us, it is only here."
"Maybe not just half a year, maybe more than half a year," Lu Zhou made a helpless expression on his face, leaned on the back seat of the taxi, shook his head and said, "I tried the super elliptic curve analysis method I have made improvements and tried to find answers from the group structure theory, but it still doesn't help. I even often have some thoughts that even I find scary. Maybe the Riemann Hypothesis is correct with a high probability, but it still doesn't help. It cannot be proven."
Of course there are benefits.
Upon hearing this question, Schultz's expression became a little subtle and he shrugged.
Just as the two old men in front of the elevator were still arguing about whether Lu Zhou was still studying the Riemann Hypothesis, Lu Zhou and Schultz were sitting in a taxi heading to the suburbs of St. Petersburg. The topic happened to be around the Riemann Hypothesis. Guess it.
"You don't look like a scholar, and you don't look like you came here with questions."
"Are you Lu Zhou?"
That doesn't deny the possibility of him living here.
A dozen years ago…
“… Krugman, a professor of economics at Princeton University, and next to me is Albert-Laszlo Barabasi, a physicist better known for his novels than his scholarship.”
"It's okay to be careful, but don't be too neurotic."
Deligne: "Then why do you still ask such a question? If he has made any new results, you will definitely be able to see it in that paper. If not, then there is none. I don't know where you are. What to look forward to.”
Of course there are benefits.
An unkempt beard covered his chin, and his sparse curly hair hung back like a dog's tail. Although the shape was somewhat similar to Schulz's hair, it showed two completely different styles.
The tone of his words didn't sound like a welcome at all.
Professor Krugman, who ignored Albert who was protesting next to him and looked at Schulz, continued with piercing eyes, "Are you familiar with Perelman?"
"I'm no longer a professor." After muttering in Russian, Perelman glanced over several people and suddenly stopped on Lu Zhou's face.
Wang Peng nodded and was about to explain the nature of his work, but was interrupted by Lu Zhou's cough.
Especially Krugman, he really jumped to the side as if he had seen a ghost, looked at Lu Zhou and said.
Schultz: "No, I can't, thank you."
Starting from the end of last year, or the beginning of this year, from the Sullivan conjecture discussing manifold classification in differential topology to the LZ model in economics, no matter which research results they are, they have nothing to do with the Riemann zeta function. .
"So, you understand him very well?"
"No, but I know a beautiful lady who once worked at the Steklov Institute of Mathematics, and she told me so," after a pause, Krugman continued, "Listen, my friend , we cannot be discouraged. If there is any place other than arrogant Princeton where there may be good people who can help us, it is only here."
"Do you know this person?"
After asking around, no one recognized this photo.
"Just wait for me here for a while. I'll be down soon."
"I wonder if we are in the wrong place," Albert muttered, looking at the apartment building in front of him, "Does this look like a secluded place?"
Professor Fefferman: "Maybe we just can't see it... It's useless to say more. Do you want to make a bet?"
"Wait for me here, I'll be down in a minute."
Krugman: "You don't know him. Although he seems to be an unapproachable guy, as long as you ask him some math questions, he will answer you very patiently and his attitude is surprisingly good."
"You don't look like a scholar, and you don't look like you came here with questions."
The expression on his face was a bit hesitant, but after taking a look at Perelman's face, Wang Peng finally nodded.
Raising his eyebrows, Professor Deligne said with obvious disbelief.
After walking behind Lu Zhou and Schultz for a while, Wang Peng suddenly spoke.
"OK."
Hearing the confident speech of his old friend, Deligne smiled lightly and said disapprovingly.
Most of the houses in the nearby area are similar to the single-family apartments in China, which are very suitable for young people to live in. However, it is difficult to say how many young people will live in such remote suburbs for comfort.
A dozen years ago…
It's not surprising that she showed a disgusted expression, after all, the man in the photo really didn't have a flattering image.
"If anything happens, please call me."
"OK."
No matter how optimistic he is, Professor Deligne cannot imagine that in the past half a year, there is still a slight possibility that he is still studying propositions related to the Riemann Hypothesis, instead of choosing to give up...
Staring at the photo on Schultz's phone, the Russian girl who was smiling brightly suddenly subconsciously frowned in disgust.
Following Lu Zhou's question, Schultz continued: "Then do you know where he lives?"
"If he hadn't moved or died, he probably lived over there," the old man pointed to an apartment building next to him, and continued, "I only know which building he lived in, but where exactly, You'd better go to a little trouble and ask his neighbors first."
Just when Lu Zhou couldn't help but start to wonder if this lonely hermit had moved, an old man finally not only recognized the photo in Schultz's hand, but was also very familiar with his appearance. He touched his chin and said .
Of course, this so-called phone call is not the kind of dialing a number, but an alarm device triggered by keywords that Lu Zhou set on his mobile phone.
"He is indeed here! I told you that he would not miss such an interesting meeting!"
Deligne: "Then why do you still ask such a question? If he has made any new results, you will definitely be able to see it in that paper. If not, then there is none. I don't know where you are. What to look forward to.”
Just when Lu Zhou couldn't help but start to wonder if this lonely hermit had moved, an old man finally not only recognized the photo in Schultz's hand, but was also very familiar with his appearance. He touched his chin and said .
"He will not arrange his 60-minute report meeting as the last one before the closing ceremony."
Seeing the worried expression on his face, Lu Zhou smiled and patted his arm.
A dozen years ago…
According to the taxi driver, this area is a famous holy place for mathematics. The Steklov Institute of Mathematics is located on this ancient stone road, and a certain mathematician who declined the Fields Medal also lives here. nearby.
It's just pure, with no impression of anything I've seen before.
However, this is only for ordinary people.
Fefferman: "Because my intuition tells me that his research results over the past year are definitely more than just that."
"It's okay to be careful, but don't be too neurotic."
Lu Zhou immediately asked, "How long ago?"
That doesn't deny the possibility of him living here.
"Are you Lu Zhou?"
"Don't think about it. If possible, I would like to invite Faltings, but is this possible? I just met that guy at the beginning of the year. He is obviously a young man, but that guy is sometimes more stubborn than the old guys at Princeton. , not to mention our plan—"
Schultz happened to have a photo of Perelman on his phone, but it didn’t matter if he didn’t have it. He could easily find it on Google.
A dry laugh broke out from the old man's mouth, and he said as if he had recalled something, "About ten years ago, when I was working as a janitor at the Steklov Institute of Mathematics, I often saw him wearing a shabby He wears jeans and a shirt and goes to work. In addition to being a mathematician, this guy is also one of the top weirdos in the institute."
"Wait for me here, I'll be down in a minute."
"I think you're worrying too much."
"Then you are probably disappointed because you are overconfident. I have paid attention to all the papers he has published this year. The quasi-Riemann hypothesis and the hyperelliptic curve method are his only research results on the Riemann zeta function. , and later he even went to study economics with the old man Krugman, which seems to be called the LZ model... Anyway, it's something similar."
"Didn't you read the paper he posted on the official website?"
Especially Krugman, he really jumped to the side as if he had seen a ghost, looked at Lu Zhou and said.
After that, the group left Wang Peng where he was and walked upstairs.
Professor Fefferman smiled confidently and said: "I bet his research results are definitely more than those at the beginning of the year, and he has definitely not given up on research on the Riemann Hypothesis."
Starting from the end of last year, or the beginning of this year, from the Sullivan conjecture discussing manifold classification in differential topology to the LZ model in economics, no matter which research results they are, they have nothing to do with the Riemann zeta function. .
"Thank you! It's been a big help."
After putting away his passport, Professor Fefferman nodded to the receptionist with a smile, and then walked towards Professor Deligne who was standing by and looking at his watch.
Following Lu Zhou's question, Schultz continued: "Then do you know where he lives?"
He was probably still in high school at that time.
"Of course, after all we have worked together before, I still have this confidence."
"Just wait for me here for a while. I'll be down soon."