Graduated from Harvard University, this degree is no longer low.

Especially, he still made a fortune from a well-known difficult subject like the Department of Mathematics, and it is no exaggeration to say that he is a genius.

But such a genius in a broad sense is now grabbing the hair on his forehead and doubting his life at the formula in front of him.

It’s not that I can’t understand at all. I can only understand it, but I don’t seem to really understand it.

This made Steve, the proud Londoner, feel more uncomfortable than reading the Book of Heaven.

Because if it were the former, he could say something like a garbage paper, which was a waste of my time. The fool who wrote this thing would not think that he could just compile a bunch of things he couldn't understand and could just throw it into the trash can.

But the latter, as long as he has the academic conduct that a mathematician should have and the professional qualities that an academic journal editor should have, he cannot deny the quality of the paper itself against his conscience.

There is still a certain difference between being completely confused and being able to see the difficulty here, but there is no ability to distinguish the authenticity of it.

However, for someone so proud of Steve, he obviously couldn't accept the cruel fact that he could not even achieve such a basic job.

For this reason, he could only rack his brains to do calculations on his manuscript one by one, one formula at a time. In this way, time naturally passed quickly, and it could be said that it was a blink of an eye, and it was already the afternoon.

"Hey, Steve. Do you want to have some snacks? You've been sitting here for a day! It's not like your personality!"

As a standard Londoner, Steve had the habit of drinking afternoon tea without breaking down. His colleagues had already gotten used to it, and at first glance, they were inevitably a little strange when he was working so hard today. So someone immediately started to test.

"Hmm? Well... this idea seems to be correct. Could it be that I'm too complicated?"

"Steve Steve? Bastard?"

It was confirmed that Steve was immersed in his own world, and his colleague could only shrug helplessly and chose to leave. Steve was still working. At this moment, it had been eight hours since he began to study the contents of the paper, and he had only read more than a dozen pages of the paper.

There is no more to do the job than this. Even colleagues who occasionally observe him began to realize that this proud Londoner might have encountered a difficult bone.

This made them somewhat gloating. After all, others scratched their ears and cheeks so much that they even pulled out a few pinches of their hair, but they could drink afternoon tea here and discuss where to spend the night. This visible gap naturally made them feel grateful.

But after this feeling, many people also became a little chewy.

Although he may not like Steve, everyone agrees with his ability. A paper that makes him so difficult is probably not much better than them. This means his level.

Only a paper with a high enough level can have such quality. Judging by the time and energy consumed, as long as Steve is not confused and loses his usual level, then this paper may be qualified to be published in the annual issue. This is a real performance, representing a generous bonus. They will naturally enjoy it.

But since this thing has fallen into Steve's hands, unless Steve is stupid, they can only sigh in their stomachs. This damn British guy is really lucky.

Steve couldn't control whether his luck was good or bad. But what he was sure was that his hair would fall off very quickly.

The Anza people themselves have a tradition of baldness. Although he has been doing precautions, it is somewhat inevitable.

Originally, he hoped that he could delay this time for a few years. But today, just touching his forehead, he could feel the looser and cooler on his head.

Naturally, I feel extremely depressed, but I am particularly excited in my spirit.

After several hours of struggle, he finally understood the prelude of this paper. That is, he understood the author's general ideas.

He constructed a new formula from the perspective of a genius, and then used this formula to solve the nonlinear partial differential equation. At present, he has a very correct idea and there is no omission in the results of the calculation and inference. If it is not as expected by Steve, the following paper should be the logical verification part of this formula.

As long as the mathematical logic is correct, the author can fully explain how his formula was conceived and constructed, and that this idea can conform to the reasoning of mathematical logic, then this formula can stand firm.

At this point, his work as an editor has almost been completed. After all, his level can only be achieved by determining whether this formula is true or not, and whether it can be used as an important milestone in the NS equation. This is not something that a small editor can decide. It should be finalized by the big guys in the mathematics community.

In short, no matter whether this formula has realistic promotion and practical significance, or whether it is just a kind of beauty on paper, that is a headache for those big guys.

His work can be declared over here, and he himself can also withdraw from this torture. As long as he can determine the logical part of this formula, it can...

"Fake, why do there are algebraic geometry and topology in this verification process!"

There are many professional and professional studies in the university of mathematics. Many full-time mathematical researchers may have a very in-depth study in one aspect, but once they change direction and move into another field, they may be confused.

This is how Steve was. He specialized in differentiation in college, so although it was a bit difficult to read the prelude part of the paper, it was not impossible to get it. But now, the part of the paper's argumentation formula logic suddenly became free and turned directly into the direction of algebraic geometry. This directly made him look straight, and he couldn't even understand it.

It’s not that he is a master’s degree from Harvard and does not understand algebraic geometry at all. Instead, the part of algebraic geometry in this paper is too high, far beyond what he can understand.

Anyway, I saw it, it seems that's the case. But you asked me to tell me why, sorry, I don't have this ability.

The full feeling of powerlessness made Steve grab his hair desperately, and he cursed Farfak seven or eight times in his mouth. When he came to his senses, he suddenly realized that his swear words had ruined his usual image. When he was about to make up for it, he looked up and found that he was the only one left in the entire office.

There were only dim lights outside the window, which Steve rarely saw.

Because he usually gets off work before it gets dark and runs faster than his colleagues, so he naturally doesn't have many opportunities to see this old street light working diligently. And as soon as he sees this, he suddenly realizes that it's already so late.

He glanced at his watch and said it was eleven o'clock in the evening. This time made his face twitch, and he couldn't help but take a breath and showed a toothache expression.

I had an appointment with my girlfriend and planned to invite her to have a candlelight dinner and do some things that are good for her physical and mental health. But now, after seeing this, let alone he has made such a good plan. After tonight, it may be a question whether she is still her girlfriend.

But if you don't regret it after saying that Steve doesn't think so.

Because now he just wants to withdraw his previous evaluation. Perhaps the author of this paper's mind was so wonderful that he was almost going crazy, and he wanted to doubt whether he was mentally retarded. But what he couldn't deny was that this was indeed a genius idea.

If no problem was found in his formula argument, then there is no doubt that he would be one of the most famous mathematicians of the year. His paper will also be published in the magazine of the Mathematics Annual and delivered to the desks of famous colleges and universities around the world and those outstanding mathematician scholars.

His name will be world-renowned. At least it is true that this is true in the field of mathematics.

"By the way, what's this guy's name? Let me see... Wei Cao? What a strange name. Edinburgh School? Where did this university come from? Why have I never heard of it? But forget it, maybe I'm ignorant?"

It is rare to say a humble word. This Londoner, who was deeply frustrated with a proud personality, opened his desk drawer and after clearing everything inside, he planned to organize his papers.

But after thinking about it, he gave up on this plan.

Although it is unlikely that something shameful will happen in publishing houses of the Mathematics Annual level. But at this time, he is not afraid of ten thousand, but afraid of one. He does not want to make a rising star fall in the middle because of his mistakes. So he honestly put the file bag into his briefcase, and Steve was about to take it home and continue to study it.

As for my girlfriend... I'm going to break up with him anyway, so it's better to just take this opportunity to break up.

Your girlfriend can only spend money and waste the salary you have earned with hard work. But as long as this paper is published, you can earn a real bonus. Even if you have good luck, it may not be a problem to be named as the deputy editor-in-chief. Which one is more important?

The shrewd editor quickly calculated the gains and losses in his mind, and then he decisively scolded himself.
Chapter completed!