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Chapter 211 Finding the Right Reviewers (23)

Sweden is a small country located in northwestern Europe.

The time difference with Huaguo is about 6 hours.

At this time, he was in the editorial department of the "Acta Mathematica" affiliated to the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences.

"Hey, Mitaf, look, someone else declared that he has solved the problem of the hailstone conjecture." A young editor with a slightly thin body and hair that has been showing a tendency to decrease, said to his colleague Mitav with a smile.

"Isn't it? I receive some submissions of this kind of conjecture every year. Although the dream is beautiful, it's a pity that they should first recognize the reality." Mituff responded with a smile.

"Yes, a dream is never equal to a delusion." The young editor is named Hafeid. Although he has been transferred to the editorial department of "Acta Mathematica" for less than half a year, his contributions to mathematical conjectures such as the hail conjecture have also been received. Not a lot.

But these articles, basically like they just said, are pure delusions.

Even his technical editor can't get through here, let alone troublesome industry leaders to conduct peer review.

Therefore, looking at the paper submitted in front of him entitled "Research on the Operational Characteristics of the Hail Conjecture and the Proof of the Hail Conjecture", Haffield's first reaction was that he didn't even want to read it.

But in line with the attitude of being responsible for the editorial work, he still accepted the paper.

"Digital pyramids and number theory lemmas? Hey, Mitav, this is really another delusional person." Hafid opened the paper, read the abstract at the beginning, and couldn't help but sneer.

Mitaffe glanced at Hafed with a smile, and joked, "I thought you would directly reject the manuscript."

Says Haffield: "It's a good way to get a break from reviewing papers to see the clumsy writing of these paranoiacs."

After speaking, the two burst out laughing.

But as Hafid continued to watch, his smile gradually disappeared, replaced by a serious face.

Looking down, Harfield's expression is not only serious, but his brows are gradually wrinkled.

This paper seems to be different from others?

Such a voice sounded in Hafid's heart.

As he read more and more of the content of the paper, his face was covered with a look of surprise.

Not to mention the theoretical discussion part of the thesis.

The calculations in the thesis alone are the rare rigor he has ever seen.

And, he couldn't find a single fault.

If you add that perfect exposition, he just wants to say that this paper is perfect!

After a long time, when the editorial department was about to leave work, he finally read the paper.

Beside him, his colleague Mitaf had packed up and turned off the computer.

Mitaf looked towards Hafid, and asked with a smile: "Hafid, let's go to the bar together tonight?"

got no response.

Mitaf was a little surprised, and said again: "Hafed, what's wrong with you? Have you encountered any difficult problems?"

As he said that, he got up and walked behind Haffield, and when he saw that the paper on Haffield's computer was still the one they ridiculed, he patted Haffield on the shoulder: "Hey, boy, this kind of How long have you read delusional papers?"

Hafid didn't come back to his senses until he was slapped by Mitaf.

He turned his head slowly, looked at Mitav, and said solemnly: "I'm afraid, this is not a delusional person."

Hearing this, Mitaf was taken aback, and he restrained his joking expression: "You mean, this paper?"

Hafid nodded solemnly: "Yes. I'm afraid, I can't accompany you to drink at night. I have to find the editor-in-chief now!"

After finishing speaking, Harfield stood up eagerly and walked towards the editor-in-chief's office.

Looking at Hafid's back, Mitaf pondered for a while, sat in Hafid's seat, switched back to the first page of the thesis on the computer, and read it carefully.

Editor-in-Chief's Office.

Hafid couldn't care less about knocking on the door, and walked in hastily.

Seeing the young man's recklessness, Leffler, the editor-in-chief, was a little angry, so that his tone of voice was a little rude: "Hafed, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation for your impoliteness."

"I'm sorry, editor-in-chief, but I'm really in a hurry. There is a submitted paper here, I'm afraid I need you to read it." Hafid said eagerly.

Leeffler glanced at Hafid, but said: "I don't think your reason is acceptable. There are papers that I need to review every day, but they are not as rude as you. At least, they know how to knock on the door first." .Besides, it's already off-duty time, don't you know?"

Hafid knew that the editor-in-chief was very upset now, but he could only bite the bullet and say: "No, editor-in-chief, this paper is different. It is about the hail conjecture, and the hail conjecture has been proven!"

Hearing this, Leeffler was taken aback for a moment, and then chuckled softly: "Every day there are people who claim to prove the Hail conjecture, but obviously, these people have not. Well, I forgive your recklessness. Please send the paper to my email , I'll watch it after work tomorrow."

The implication was very clear, but Harfield did not leave.

At this moment, he shoulders the editorial responsibility.

"Editor-in-Chief, please take a look at this paper now. It's really different! It's not the kind of delusional assertion. Its calculations are extremely rigorous and logical. I can't see any mistakes at all! "

Levler, who was even more displeased because Haffield was still staying where he was, only realized the seriousness of the problem after hearing this sentence.

Although Harfield was only transferred to the "Acta Mathematica" for half a year, he can become the technical editor of the "Acta Mathematica" because of his own level.

Can make him show such a groggy expression, maybe this paper is really interesting?
Levler thought for a while and said, "I hope you didn't waste my time."

As he said that, Leeffler's hand fell on the mouse on the desktop, and he found the paper through the internal review system of "Acta Mathematica Sinica".

Seeing this, Harfield finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But immediately, Levler's words made him nervous again.

"Regarding the research on the operational characteristics of the hail conjecture and the proof of the hail conjecture, the author is one person, Zhou Chen? Chen Zhou? A mathematician from Huaguo? Or a mathematician of Chinese descent?"

"I think you're messing around, Harfield! Have you ever heard the name of this contributor? Don't you check it out before you show it to me? Is this the work of many so-called math lovers in Huaguo again? mischief?"

Harfield did not notice this detail. When he was reviewing the manuscript, he was completely attracted by the content of the paper.

So much so that after reading the thesis, I ran here in a hurry.

"Uh..." Haffield hesitated a little, but he had already reached this point, so he could only say, "Editor-in-Chief, please read the paper before we talk about it!"

This was probably the hardest thing he had ever said in his career.

Leeffler frowned slightly, feeling a little helpless, but since the papers had already been opened, let's take a look at them first.

1 minutes passed.

10 minutes passed.

half an hour...

One hour……

As time passed, Hafed's heart slowly fell back.

He could see the serious look on Leffler's face.

Finally, after Leeffler finished reading the paper, he slowly raised his head and said, "Hafed, it seems that we have to find a suitable reviewer for this paper."

(End of this chapter)