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Chapter 299 The future must be beautiful

Sure enough, Faltins added: "Your previous paper on the extended study of Kramer's conjecture and the distribution deconstruction method was also the draft that I reviewed together with Deligne and Langlands."

"They, like me, have shown a strong interest in your later paper."

As he spoke, Faltins took out another can of beer from his coat pocket and handed it to Chen Zhou: "Do you need beer?"

"Uh, okay..." Chen Zhou hesitated slightly, took the beer, pulled off the tab, and drank with Faltings.

"Professor Faltings, when I go back and prepare, I will submit it to the "Annual Journal of Mathematics."

Hearing Chen Zhou's words, the German little old man finally showed a rare smile.

"Don't worry, drink some beer first."

Catalyzed by beer, Chen Zhou and Faltins chatted while drinking, and the topics gradually increased.

After drinking the last sip, Chen Zhou shook the beer can and said with a soft smile: "Professor Faltins, wait for me, I'll go get two more cans."

Unexpectedly, before Chen Zhou finished speaking, Faltins took out two more cans of beer from his coat pocket.

Chen Zhou couldn't help but admire this operation.

So the coat is used to hold beer?
No wonder Zhang Shouwu, Deligne, and Langlands all like to wear a coat.

"Don't be so troublesome, I still have this." Faltings threw a can to Chen Zhou, and opened a can himself.

"Speaking of which, do you feel that MIT is missing something?" Faltins, who took a sip of beer, brought the topic back again.

Chen Zhou didn't understand what Faltings meant for a while, and asked suspiciously: "What's missing?"

"They don't have an Annals of Mathematics," Faltings said.

The corner of Chen Zhou's mouth twitched subconsciously, and he subconsciously looked around the room. Fortunately, the people from MIT didn't notice it.

Chen Zhou probably understood what Faltings meant. He wanted to say that MIT does not have such a journal as the "Annual of Mathematics", the four kings of mathematics.

If you go deeper, it means MIT mathematics, no...

But even Professor Faltins, in other people's territory, is openly provocative, and it's not good to spread it?
"Professor Faltins, you are drunk..." Chen Zhou planned to change the subject.

After all, he had just won an honorary certificate and a bonus at an academic conference hosted by others.

No matter what, I need to help a little, right?

Unexpectedly, Faltings turned his head to look at him suddenly, and asked directly: "Don't you want to go to a better place? Don't you want to fulfill your mathematical talent?"

"You're wasting your time at MIT, but at Princeton, you'll fully realize your mathematical potential!"

"This..." Chen Zhou couldn't laugh or cry, and sighed that his feeling was too accurate.

This is really here to poach people again...

And this person is Zhang Shouwu's teacher who was rejected by him...

Seeing that Chen Zhou was still hesitating, this unsmiling little German old man raised his eyebrows and stared at Chen Zhou: "Do you think what I said is wrong? Or do you not cherish your mathematics at all?" talent?"

Just when Chen Zhou didn't know how to respond, he could decline Faltings' kindness.

A voice came over: "Faltins, you can't say that. As far as I know, Chen not only came to MIT to study mathematics, but also physics that he was interested in."

Chen Zhou looked at this foreign old man who was a little strange but took the initiative to rescue him, with a grateful look on his face.

Otherwise, it would be really hard for him to refuse Faltings' invitation again and again.

Or rather, an invitation from Princeton.

In any case, Chen Zhou still hopes to form a good relationship with these big professors in Princeton.

It also leaves the possibility for the exchange of academic issues in the future.

Instead, it may be because of your own rejection that the relationship will become rigid.

Faltings glanced at the old man who was speaking, and said immediately: "George Smoot, you shouldn't be talking to your alma mater like this. Besides, haven't you seen that Chen's talent in mathematics has been shown? But still Not leaving a trace on your physics!"

"But it doesn't represent his future, won't he leave traces?" George Smoot shrugged with a smile on his face.

Hearing what Faltings said, and looking at the old man named George Smoot in front of him, Chen Zhou was very surprised.

He didn't expect to meet this astrophysicist here.

In 2006, George Smoot won the Nobel Prize in Physics for his discovery of the blackbody form and anisotropy of the cosmic microwave background radiation.

This discovery is considered strong evidence that the universe was born with a big bang.

Moreover, George Smoot and Chen Zhou have one thing in common.

That is, he also started with mathematics and physics.

He received a dual bachelor's degree in mathematics and physics from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in 1966.

However, later he gave up mathematics and threw himself into the embrace of physics.

Eventually, he earned a Ph.D. in physics from MIT.

Therefore, when he saw Chen Zhou, a person who was very similar to himself, George Smoot immediately had a good impression.

At the same time, George Smoot felt that if a person as talented in mathematics as Chen Zhou turned to study physics, he would definitely get twice the result with half the effort!

Maybe, like himself, he can win a Nobel Prize in the near future?

Faltings said again: "But I dare to guarantee that the next Fields Medal will definitely have his name! Can you guarantee it?"

"Your Fields Medal is awarded every four years, and the next one is still early, but the Nobel Prize is awarded every year, so I can't guarantee that." George Smoot paused, looked at Chen Zhou said, "However, I think he will definitely win the Nobel Prize in Physics before me. Oh, it was the age when I won the Nobel Prize."

"..."

Chen Zhou looked at the relationship between the two big guys, and couldn't help but be a little bit dumbfounded because he started pointing the needle at Maimang.

George Smoot had crossed Chen Zhou and faced Faltings.

After glancing at the two bosses again, Chen Zhou quietly exited the balcony.

Walked into the banquet hall, scanned left and right, and found my target.

Chen Zhou walked over quickly, took a look, thought for a while, and tugged at his trouser pocket, which was a bit small.

Then there's no way.

Chen Zhou picked up a pile of beer, turned around, and walked towards the balcony again.

"Professor Faltings, here!"

"Professor Smoot, here it is!"

The two big men raised their hands to catch the beer can, slightly astonished.

Chen Zhou pulled the tab and raised the beer to the two of them: "Let's toast to the bright future!"

Faltings and Smoot looked at each other, and they laughed at the same time, but they also raised their beers: "The future must be beautiful!"

(End of this chapter)