"Professor, Luo Qing sent the n-s equation to arxiv. Have you seen it?"

Yu Jun just returned home and was preparing to routinely review arxiv to see if there were any new papers.

I also want to find information about linear algebra. He will use it if he will start to recalculate the data tomorrow. As a result, he was shocked by a paper above.

"Proof of the Navier-Stokes Equation"

I went to see the publisher as soon as possible, louqing                                                                                                                        

But then it was nervous. This data could not be published. He published it himself. Then wouldn’t other countries start to study new fighter jets from it?

Originally, they were a little behind in other countries' technology. Especially in Country A, if they seized the opportunity, wouldn't that be the case?

He quickly called his professor, but he didn't care whether he was sleeping or not.

Mr. Qin is indeed not asleep yet. He just finished the report with the superiors and was still a little excited.

I received a call from the student and comforted her with a smile: "I saw it, did you not click on the paper, and just look for me."

"Uh" Yu Jun was stunned, "It's true, is there something wrong with the paper?"

"Click on it." Mr. Qin didn't say it clearly, keeping it in hiding, his voice was pleasant, as if something good was happening, "We all know this, don't worry, okay, I'm going to sleep.

”

Yu Jun was even more confused. Why did the professor feel very happy that the boss posted this thing? Strangely, he put down the phone and clicked the mouse in confusion.

The previous steps are very familiar, just like what he saw in the laboratory. Why is the professor happy?

After swiping the mouse a few times, something wrong suddenly jumped across the front of him, and Yu Jun quickly paddled back.

It was indeed not his illusion. It was originally a formula, and it was occupied by three rows of large characters with the same content as the third row.

[I want to know here, you can study it yourself in the country a.]

Yu Jun: ""

This is too direct, big guy.

I continued to read down, but after several pages, big bold words popped up again.

【I know, but I don’t want to say it.】

Yu Jun's mouth twitched, the boss deserves a bit of a beating.

After finishing the brush, he also found a lot of words that became text, especially at the end, where he didn't have the last step, but he gave half of the formula.

That formula is not only very complex, but also full of traps.

Don't ask him how he understood it, because the boss is very arrogant and marked.

[This formula is not complete. It has ten algorithms, six of which have branches, and only one of them can get the right result.

As for what the results are and what algorithms are, you can study them yourself.

Finally: Didn’t I tell you before that I solved the n-s equation? Now I tell you that I did solve it.

I admire you very much. I always follow me like that and reveal my secret. I am very curious.

Those who have become famous and very outstanding have made them. Are you more strict in your methods, but they have not discovered it?

Oh, I almost forgot, Riemann assumes that I have unlocked it, and I welcome you to listen to my academic report next month.]

Yu Jun couldn't help but give the boss a thumbs up. The boss is indeed the boss, and it's really a big deal.

He sarcastically mocked Country A, and even provoked it for a while, and slapped the other party hard.

sharp.

powerful.

But didn’t the boss say that there is a last step in the Riemann hypothesis?

It's been unlocked in just a few hours.

Is this still a human?

Jealous.

While complaining, Yu Jun clicked on the comment section. He urgently needed to see others wailing to heal himself.

The top university in China A, the school where Luoqing studied abroad, was located at 10 a.m., at 10 a.m., a sudden scream came from the office building of the Department of Mathematics and Physics.

"oh, God, this is such a wonderful idea. He actually did the opposite. This set of formulas and algorithms are so beautiful."

"John, what amazed you are seeing?" Professor Feynman next door poked his head curiously and asked to the side.

Professor John, who was looking at the screen, quickly shouted: "Fehman, come and see, that Wen has really solved the n-s equation."

"What? n-s equation?" Feynman was also surprised and walked over. When the doctoral students in the office saw him, they greeted him one after another. Feynman nodded and came to John's side.

"Fehman, look, although he cuts many core parts directly in the middle, causing the entire argument to be in a state of disconnection, he cannot ignore it. Every part of his is so beautiful." John turned the screen.

In the past, it was so that the visitors could see more clearly.

Feynman roughly glanced at the content on it and looked excited, "A good idea, an interesting way, have you checked it?"

"It cannot be verified, but the things given do not consider logic and existence, but can be verified." John shook his head, a little regretful, and then remembered, "By the way, he also said that he had solved the Riemann hypothesis, next

An academic report meeting was held in the month, and I was going to visit China in person. I wanted to talk to him, and I thought I would definitely gain something.”

He was so curious that this thing aroused his interest.

Feynman immediately made a decision when he heard this: "I'll go too."

If he really solved Riemann's conjecture, he would undoubtedly be a genius.

A true genius.

Mathematics itself is a genius subject, and he hopes to see many new generations in it.

Mathematics and physics that have been silent for so many years, it is time to usher in something new.

He hopes that Wen can bring him something different.

"It's a pity that he didn't get in touch with us when we were studying." Feynman sighed slightly. He was in the laboratory at that time and did not know about this.

When I was free, the situation could not change.

Fortunately, he left safely.

"Hmph, it's just a fool's approach." John snorted coldly, dissatisfied with the previous events, but those guys were very smart, and did not make a fuss openly, nor did they be presumptuous in the academy.

This also leads to them having no position to say anything.

At that time, they were only guessing. If they came forward, they would deepen their speculation about him.

Feynman nodded, "Really."

The two chatted for a few more times before Professor Feynman returned to his office.

At this time, two people gathered in a department office.

The middle-aged man with a slightly big belly cursed the person opposite him with anger on his face: "I said everything, just in case, just in case, now, that guy actually really grasped it, you are still useless

He ran away.”

The scolded assistant was very depressed: "Boss, we did everything we should do at that time, but he was lucky enough to escape." The topic changed, "Didn't he want to hold an academic report meeting? We can take this opportunity,

Kill with one blow."

"Are you a fool?"

As soon as the assistant finished speaking, he was beaten hard by the man, and he was so angry that he was so angry.

"That's in China. He dares to say that. Wouldn't he prepare early? Maybe they are just waiting for us to come to the door so that we can catch our handle." The man became more and more angry as he spoke, "Do you know?

, because of the previous incident, PRC was very dissatisfied with us. Their professors are all treasures of the academic community. If they protest, do you know what will happen to us now?"

The assistant was beaten very unhappy: "Boss, we will do nothing?"

The man glared at him, his face dark, and they had long lost the best opportunity. If they were really moved, they would be slutty.

After all, that is not a nameless country.

I lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said, "Let's wait and see what's going on for the time being."

"Oh." The assistant was not very willing, but had to obey the orders.

He was about to leave, but was stopped again.

"Wait." The man looked at him with a deep expression: "Let someone steal the information as much as possible and start the buried person."

"Yes, boss." The assistant nodded and began to screen the right person in his heart.

The parties involved who were discussed by all parties were holding a free pillow and having a good night's sleep.

When he woke up and went downstairs, it was already midday.

Seeing that his father and Zhang Song were sitting on the sofa, it was obvious that he was waiting for him. He observed his father's expression quietly, and seemed to have no expression, so he spoke tentatively: "Dad, Captain Zhang, morning."

"Good morning, Mr. Luo Qing." Captain Zhang replied.

Wen Hanhai also nodded to his son and smiled: "Wake up, come and have something to eat. After the meal, we will go to see your mother. If your mother knows that you are back, she will be very happy."
To be continued...