It’s a matter of course

Two flowers bloom, one on each side.

The news that Kronecker's youthful dream was proven soon spread to Japan and arrived on the campus of Tokyo Imperial University.

Ichiro Taniyama clutched the telegram tightly and barged in without knocking on the door. He bent down and held his stomach while panting: "Teacher Takagi, something serious has happened!"

Hearing the sound, Takagi Sadaharu raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot and his lips were a little black.

In order to solve this mathematical problem as soon as possible, he didn't know how many nights he stayed up, just to find that glimmer of light.

Turning off the lamp that had been on the table all night, Takagi Sadaharu said kindly: "Taniyama-kun is so panicked early in the morning. Sit down and talk slowly. Did something bad happen?"

How could Ichiro Taniyama still be in such a mood? He swallowed and said quickly: "Teacher, our topic was first discovered by someone, proved and published in the American mathematics journal "Annals of Mathematics"!"

"Nani?" Takagi Sadaharu, who was still a little dizzy, suddenly woke up, quickly put on his coat, grabbed the telegram and began to read it word for word.

In order to study this conjecture, he bet his own future and specially asked a few students with good qualifications from the school to help deal with some details. He studied it for five or six years.

Now that victory is so close, how can I accept it when he is suddenly taken away from me?

But the content of the telegram would not lie to him. The further he read, the weaker he felt. By the time he finished reading the last line, all the bones in his body had been taken away and he collapsed on the ground.

"It's over, it's over. His academic achievements have been basically recognized by the international mathematics community, and the efforts of the Yamato nation have been in vain."

Ichiro Taniyama lowered his head and did not dare to look directly at him: "Teacher, the author of the paper seems to be from China."

Takagi Sadaharu suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining with a different kind of light: "Are you telling the truth? Has Kronecker's youthful dream been proven by the Chinese?"

Ichiro Taniyama tensed up and replied: "Teacher, it's absolutely true. The New York newspaper has confirmed that the thesis was proved by the Chinese."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Takagi Sadaharu picked up the telegram on the ground, read it quickly and said: "We all need to know whether it is an enemy or a friend. We must be extremely vigilant about China. Contact the Special High School Section, please

Let them investigate him."

Historically, as early as the end of the 19th century, Japan quietly sent spies to our country to collect intelligence, explore mineral deposits, and survey maps. In the past few decades, they have traveled almost all our rivers.

The passenger post office mentioned earlier is one of their important strongholds. Other powers basically only open it in the downtown areas of big cities, but the Japanese are different. They have to have one in any place no matter how small it is.

Later, after the Anti-Japanese War broke out, we seized the Japanese army's map and were surprised to find that it was more detailed than the map we drew ourselves. In addition to marking key traffic arteries, we also drew small roads that only locals knew. This was a wolf's ambition.

Because they had a very detailed grasp of our country's information, some scientists who had no time to retreat were captured by Little Japan, and most of them died before dawn.

Prior to this, Mr. Bayuzao, a well-known aircraft expert, who completed his master's degree at MIT in six months, the first chief engineer of the General Aircraft Factory in the United States, and the manufacturer of my country's first independently designed seaplane, was defeated in the 18th year of the Republic of China. He was assassinated by Japanese military agents at the age of 37.

And this example is not unique.

Back home, Cheng Nuo didn't know the news yet and was still writing textbooks in the mathematics department office of Peking University.

The final exam was coming soon, so Cai Yuanpei did not arrange new classes for him and asked him to listen to other teachers to prepare for the new semester.

However, he was the only one in Peking University who could teach the class theory that Cheng Nuo taught, and there were no professional textbooks in the world that could be translated, so he could only write the textbooks himself while preparing the lessons.

At this time, a school janitor suddenly came outside the door, holding a telegram in his hand and shouting: "Who is Mr. Tom? There is a telegram here. Please come and sign for it."

Cheng Nuogang wanted to continue immersing himself in creation, but when he thought about it carefully, he realized that one of his English names was Tom, so he walked to the door and said politely: "Master, is this a telegram from Princeton University in the United States?"

After the school manager glanced at Cheng Nuo, he looked at the address carefully: "Yes, that's it. You must be Mr. Tom. Wow, I had such a hard time looking for you. I don't even recognize a bunch of letters on it, so why don't you please

I had a classmate from Peking University translate it for me, and that’s how I found you.”

Cheng Nuo was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, master, I didn't know I caused you so much trouble. Why don't you come in and have a cup of tea to warm yourself up on such a cold day."

The school janitor said cheerfully: "It's okay, we are all teachers and students of the school. Please sign for this telegram and I will go straight to work."

After signing here, Cheng Nuo will know the general content.

When I opened it, it turned out to be a lot of rainbow farts. The paper has been published. It is expected that the manuscript fee and sample book will be sent over after a while. They will also send a professor appointment letter from Princeton University, indicating that the salary can be discussed later. I hope

He went to Princeton to give a lecture to answer academic questions about this conjecture in the mathematical community.

Cheng Nuo smiled after reading it. It was expected that he would submit a manuscript, but he was not expecting to receive an appointment letter at the same time.

However, he was not ready to refuse for the time being. When the arrangements at home were almost complete, he would definitely go to the United States to gather some knowledge about capitalism. It would also be good to have the status of a visiting professor at Princeton University at that time.

The sound of signing the telegram would inevitably attract the attention of other people in the office. Qin Fen quietly came behind him and stretched his neck to see what was written on it.

It is rare to have telegrams from foreign countries in this era.

As the dean, Feng Zuxun couldn't stand it anymore and coughed on purpose: "Ahem, Zhiyuan, do you still have friends in the United States sending you a telegram?"

"No way, sending a telegraph across the ocean is so expensive. My friends are all poor and are reluctant to part with the money." Cheng Nuo explained.

When Qin Fen saw Feng Zuxun's words, he knew not to pry into other people's privacy, so he pretended to be scratching his itch and said, "Zhiyuan, I remember that the mathematical conjecture you mentioned at the beginning of the month has been submitted. Isn't it time for news?"

"Ah, yes, there is news, isn't it?" Cheng Nuo calmly raised the telegram and said.

Qin Fen immediately returned to normal, came to Cheng Nuo and asked seriously: "What's the result?"

"pass."

"Passed?!" Qin Fen grabbed it and read the telegram.

Feng Zuxun also lost his composure and stepped over to read the telegram.

When the two of them finished reading, they found that Cheng Nuo was leisurely drinking tea with his legs crossed. He looked too irritating.

Qin Fen blushed with excitement: "Good boy, why are you so calm? Did you already know the result behind our backs?"

Cheng Nuo waved his hand: "Science does not believe in tears, it only believes in truth. Brother Jingyang, we have indeed known this result for a long time."

Recalling the excitement he felt when he saw the paper that night, Qin Fen felt that he was not as excited as he had imagined. They had known this result for a long time, and now it was just a matter of course.

But seeing Cheng Nuo acting so coquettish, he still had to make him bleed.

Qin Fen touched Feng Zuxun with his elbow, and after the two looked at each other, Qin Fen said: "I saw that Princeton University is going to invite you to be a professor. Brother Zhiyuan is not allowed to invite us to have sex."

Cheng Nuo immediately said: "No problem, pick any place and order whatever you want, except for the bean juice of course."

But before they could leave the office, they saw Cai Yuanpei running over, holding a newspaper and saying to Cheng Nuo: "Zhiyuan, please wait."
Chapter completed!