I reach the pinnacle of life by learning

The next day, the AMS annual meeting was held as scheduled.

Compared with the business reception that Qiao Yu attended in his previous life, this place is almost simple and rudimentary.But the content on the display board is wealth that cannot be measured by money.

Qiao Yu wore an admission pass around his neck, and after greeting a few professors he knew, he began to watch the exhibition alone.

Walking and walking, I came to the exhibition area of ​​Harvard University without paying attention.

Yesterday, there were still three exhibition boards hanging here, and the contents of the papers were listed in sequence on the PET color printing paper of the exhibition boards.

But today, only one of the three panels remains.

Two display boards related to "Superconventional Elliptic Curve" were urgently taken down overnight.It's early in the morning and I haven't had time to replace it with a new one.

The exhibition area was empty, but Qiao Yu was in the world.

Qiao Yu originally wanted to stop and look at the papers on the third display board, but next to the display board, a boy with chestnut curly hair was staring at him like a thief.

The student even subconsciously blocked Qiao Yu's sight with his body.

Tsk, a student from a prestigious school, it's boring to be so stingy.

What's more, yesterday was the place where he and Perelman smashed together, so it's really unreasonable to stare at him alone.

If the papers in your classroom are hard enough, they won't be broken with a single blow.

The third paper presented by Harvard University was written by Professor Alan, Qiao Yu's old acquaintance.

However, Qiao Yu wasn't very interested in Professor Alan's research field. In addition, there were several students watching him. After reading it, he turned around and changed to the next exhibition area.

The legendary holy place of mathematics, Princeton University.

There are obviously more scholars in this exhibition area.Several staff members wearing Princeton school uniforms shuttled among them, like hardworking bees.

Barton is one of them.

He was introducing the academic achievements of Professor Thunberg to other scholars when he bumped into Qiao Yu who came in from the entrance.

Among a group of middle-aged and elderly scholars, this face looks too young and eye-catching, making it difficult for people to see it.

There was a flash of shock in Barton's blue eyes, and he pulled the scholar aside instantly, and said, "Help me see."

After finishing speaking, he ran non-stop to the bathroom beside him.

Behind him, his alumni wondered for a while: "Why did Barton run away?"

Barton had only been admitted to the university for a few months before he obtained the admission qualification of "mathematics major", so he was well-known within the school.

Princeton has never had many geniuses, but among so many geniuses, Barton is also one of the better ones.

What's more, he is only 17 this year.

The seniors of the several colleges usually love him a lot, so they naturally noticed his abnormality.

Barton didn't want to explain too much.

After all, things like "meeting Qiao Yu IMO two years ago and losing the pre-match duel" really hurt his genius image.

Qiao Yu PTSD, this kind of disease is not experienced by ordinary people.

Barton went to the bathroom to calm down for a while, squatted on the toilet seat and finished eating a lollipop.

"Why is Qiao Yu here? Did he see me?"

"Will he laugh at me when he sees me for being overconfident?"

"We finished it at the beginning, and the scores are the same, but he has a few more problem-solving methods than me. Can this be considered a loss?"

"Besides, Qiao Yu looked at him, you introduced you. Maybe when you go out, everyone else has left."

Barton's restless heart finally calmed down.

However, as he approached his workplace, his footsteps stopped slowly.

Qiao Yu happened to be standing in the area he was in charge of.

On weekdays, the rare Professor Thunberg was talking happily with Qiao Yu.

"Mr. Qiao, I have another opinion about yesterday's paper on super-conventional elliptic curves, and that is to use partial differential equations to calculate..."

Button hesitated for a moment, walked back, and then stood blankly aside with the rest of the alumni, listening to a lot of unfamiliar terms and formulas being output to him face to face.

The shirt and trousers Barton is wearing today, with Oxford shoes.The jacket was put aside because the heating in the venue was too hot.

He originally thought that he was formal enough, but compared with the invited scholars, these students were like a bunch of dingy chickens that had just hatched.

Of course, even if the invited scholars wear slippers and floral pants, they are more respected than them.

Qiao Yu has already gone to a place out of his reach.

Barton was inexplicably sour, because he had sneaked a few glances at Qiao Yu, but Qiao Yu didn't even look back at him once.

He suddenly felt that since he retired from IMO, his behavior of treating the other party as his lifelong enemy was very naive and ridiculous.

"This is the email from me. I'll keep in touch when I'm free. I won't bother Mr. Qiao." The professor lowered his voice, "Congratulations in advance."

Qiao Yu replied humbly: "Before the final result comes out, everything is hard to say."

At the front, the conversation between the two has come to an end.

Button originally thought that Qiao Yu was going to leave, but he didn't expect to see him walking towards him.

"Barton."

The boy whose name was called suddenly raised his head: "Uh, hello."

"Long time no see." Qiao Yu stretched out his hand and shook it politely, "Chu Xining often mentioned you to me. He said that without your help, it would be difficult for him to complete his studies in Princeton independently."

Differences in language and culture cannot be overcome in a short time.Chu Xining was abroad, and Qiao Yu couldn't help her if she wanted to.

If it weren't for Barton's help, Chu Xining's life abroad would have been even harder.

As far as Qiao Yu knows, the relationship between the two of them is pretty good now.

"...It's actually not a big deal. It's just smooth, smooth." Barton's face turned red suddenly.

Qiao Yu didn't stay for long.

But Barton let go of his hand for a long time, but he was still immersed in that dizzy state.

The senior came over and put his arm on his shoulder: "Yes, Barton. You even know Qiao Yu. How did you know each other?"

"Then let's talk about the IMO contest two years ago..."

So, very logically, Barton blurted out the past that had been buried in his heart for a long time and was once regarded as a lifelong shame.

Denver Convention Center, large conference room on the 3rd floor.

Rows of scholars are sitting upright, even the most humorous people on weekdays can't relax at this moment.

Francis, the chairman of AMS, is at the top and said: "This is our first meeting this year, and it is also the most important meeting."

There are only 11 members of the presidium of the American Mathematical Society plus special guests.

"Everyone holds an important right now, which is the right to vote for this year's awards." Francis looked serious, "Let's start with the candidates for the Berkhoff Prize in Applied Mathematics."

AMS is funded by all walks of life. In addition to the most famous Cole Prize, it also has the right to award a number of mathematics awards.

These awards are uniformly announced at the annual meeting every year.

AMS is a relatively semi-closed organization, but on the day of the annual meeting, it is open to the whole society and attracts everyone's attention.

But just like the finale of a variety show, within the society, the more important the award, the lower the awarding order.

The voting will be open for 4 hours.

Francis opened the last file: "Now a candidate for the Cole Prize in Number Theory."

"George Maynard, associate professor at Stanford University. Paper in Annals of Mathematics proving the smallest gap between prime numbers."

"Kenjiro Shimura, Professor at the University of Tokyo. Made revolutionary breakthroughs in the laws of higher order and made major contributions to arithmetic on elliptic curves and modular forms."

Francis meticulously read the reasons why each candidate was nominated.

This year is actually a big year in the field of number theory, and outstanding scholars emerge in endlessly. In previous years, there was no suspense for any of them to win the award, which was convincing.

However, life is not at the right time.

Francis finally read the last one: "Qiao Yu, Yenching University. Proved the twin prime number conjecture."

Professor Hilton sat on his left side, with his arms crossed and his expression pensive.

Qiao Yu was nominated by him.

Each member of the Bureau can nominate a scholar.There are 6 people in the presidium, but now, Francis only read three names.

This proves that there are actually four nominees for scholars, all of whom are the same.

There is no way, the light of the twin prime number conjecture is too dazzling, directly dimming others.

Francis coughed: "According to the usual practice, discuss the time for half an hour, and then start the secret ballot."

Everyone below was silent.

Francis shrugged: "It seems that everyone has no desire to discuss... However, the form still needs to be changed."

Voting is not anonymous, everyone's ballots are printed with their own names, and after they are collected, the secretary-general will directly sing the votes on the spot, which limits favoritism and fraud to the greatest extent.

One of the vice-chairmen muttered unwillingly in Japanese English: "But Shimura-kun's research is also very important."

People around looked sideways.

This gentleman is from an island country. He applied for a green card more than [-] years ago and changed his nationality logically.

But obviously, compared to native-born people of color, he still has a lot of love for his homeland.

Half an hour passed quickly.

Francis cleared his throat: "Okay, now, let's start voting."

If the first two days of the AMS annual meeting are appetizers, then the summary meeting on the last day is the highlight that many people are looking forward to.

Qiao Yu's position is in the fifth row.

The first row is the presidium of the annual meeting, and the second and third rows are the respected leaders in the academic circle, such as Perelman, who is in the second row.

Being able to sit in the fourth or fifth row is already a fixed-frame treatment among young scholars.

Therefore, the fourth and fifth rows are also the focus of media attention. After all, most of the previous winners stood up from here.

Beside Qiao Yu is Professor Tian Cheng from Yanda Mathematics College.

As the director of Yanda Institute of Mathematics, Tian Cheng looked even more nervous than him, rubbing his hands on his trouser legs, and his palms were sweating all the time.

After all, if Qiao Yu won the award, it would be the first time in history.

This is not only Qiao Yu's personal honor, but also the honor of Yanda University, and even the entire Huaguo mathematics community.

It's impossible to say that Qiao Yu didn't look forward to it at all.

But because of this, he was so nervous and excited that he couldn't eat, Qiao Yu didn't think it was too much.

By the time the Cole Number Theory Prize began to read the list of candidates, Tian Cheng had to take out a tablet from his pocket to stabilize his heartbeat.

"Professor Tian." Qiao Yu comforted, "Don't be too nervous, I think it will be fine."

It was also thanks to the loudness of Francis' microphone on the stage, which completely suppressed the small noises from the audience.

If people who don't know hear it, they will think Tian Cheng is the candidate.

Tian Cheng shook his head heavily: "You young people, you don't understand."

"In the 60s of the last century, the whole country of Huaguo successfully researched the artificial synthesis of bovine insulin, which was definitely a rare feat in the world at that time. However, due to some factors, the Nobel Prize was not declared at that time. After the reform and opening up, the higher authorities felt that it was necessary. A stage to show the world, so it works."

Mr. Hou, who made the most outstanding contribution, was also successfully nominated.

At that time, I don’t know how many scholars were watching the TV and waiting for the broadcast.

"Unfortunately, due to economic, cultural and other reasons, we missed the Nobel Prize."

When the list came out, countless domestic biochemical scholars who participated in it burst into tears.

From 58 to 65, they worked tirelessly, relaying from one university to another, tightening their belts to engage in scientific research, defeating other top scientists in the world with guns and guns, and achieved Nobel Prize-level achievements, but failed Win over politics.

That year, Professor Tian Cheng was still a young man like Qiao Yu, and he didn't quite understand why his father was crying.

But now he understands.

Qiao Yu was very moved when he heard that, but there was one thing he had to bring up.

"Okay, but Professor Tian," Qiao Yuwen said, "you are really nervous. You pinched my leg, can you let it go, it hurts a bit."

Tian Cheng was struck by lightning immediately, he withdrew his hand and said hastily, "Sorry, I thought it was me..."

At this moment, Francis on the stage pronounced a name in Chinese with a perfect accent: "Qiao Yu."

Francis Su is of Chinese descent and belongs to the second generation of Chinese Americans, so it is not surprising that he can speak Chinese.

At that moment, the audience applauded like thunder.

This is not only the first scholar in Huaguo to win the Cole Prize in Number Theory, but also the youngest recipient of the Cole Prize in history.

Qiao Yu walked towards the podium, her heart beat faster for a few seconds.

"Congratulations, Qiao Yu." Francis said with a smile.

He took the trophy from the chairman of AMS, stood in front of the stage, looked at the dark crowd below, and suddenly forgot the lines he had planned.

"I am very happy to receive this honor. I did not do mathematics research to win prizes. This trophy is an unexpected harvest for me."

The large paragraphs of lines he had prepared suddenly lost their meaning at this moment.

Qiao Yu chuckled, and said, "Thank you, I like it very much. If it hadn't been touched by many people before, I would bow my head and kiss it now."

In the early morning of Huaguo, the breakfast stalls set up in an orderly manner.

Before dawn, in the director's room of the morning news, the anchor Li Ruiwen was facing the wall, thinking over his lines over and over again.

It is 13 minutes away from the official broadcast of "Morning News" on CCTV 11.

The director got the news that the American Mathematical Society is holding an annual meeting in Denver and presenting awards. Qiao Yu from Huaguo is currently one of the candidates for the Cole Number Theory Award.

The frontline reporters are communicating in real time, and the final result has not yet been announced. Therefore, he needs to prepare three sets of lines.

The first set of lines was that if Qiao Yu didn't win the award, then he would broadcast the news and express his regret.

The second set of lines is that if Qiao Yu wins the award, then he needs to tell the national audience the exciting news in an excited tone.

The third set of lines is that if the show is over and the result has not been announced, then he will insert other news...

Li Ruiwen did not study advanced mathematics in university, and knew nothing about mathematics.But after half an hour of emergency science popularization, he also knew the gold content of the Cole Award.

This is the highest award in number theory and is awarded every three years.

Ten minutes later, Li Ruiwen sat in the director's room.

"Morning news, start a new day. Good morning, viewers. This is the program "Morning News", which is regularly broadcast live on the news channel and comprehensive channel."

"It's 7 o'clock in the morning, let's look at the political news first..."

As time passed bit by bit, the time left for the program group became less and less.

[It is estimated that it can only be cheaper for the "Noon News" later...]

As soon as this thought flashed through Li Ruiwen's mind, the director stood in front of him, waved his hand excitedly, and wrote the number 2.

Qiao Yu won the award.

Just after the last news item, the camera focused on Li Ruiwen's face.

"Now temporarily insert a piece of news."

"On January 2015, 1, the American Mathematical Society held its annual mathematics meeting in Denver, and decided to award the young Chinese scholar Qiao Yukeer Award to express his outstanding contributions in the field of number theory."

"This is the first time a Chinese has won this international award. In addition, Qiao Yu is also the youngest winner in the history of the Cole Award!"

……

……

In Forty-Nine City, an old man was sitting in a car with his eyes closed.

In the car radio, Li Ruiwen's voice was full of emotion and inspiring.

The old gentleman opened his eyes and said, "This Qiao Yu, is he a Chinese?"

He was referring to native-born Chinese, not Chinese-Americans.

The secretary sitting in the front row said, "Yes, I'm still a freshman at Yenching University."

"That's good." There was a smile on the old gentleman's face.

The secretary remembered his teacher's entrustment, and said with a smile: "Indeed. I heard that Yanda specially submitted him to the list of the 'Ten Thousand People Project'."

The old man said: "At the beginning, Mr. Zhao suggested to me that we should keep scientists. Now that life is better, we can't let our scholars go hungry to do scientific research. It coincides with my idea. That's why the 'Ten Thousand People Plan' came into being. '. If every young man in this list of ten thousand people can achieve such achievements, Mr. Zhao should be very happy."

The old Mr. Zhao he was talking about was the president of the Huaguo Academy of Engineering, who was elected by the authority and enjoyed deputy-level treatment.

The secretary said: "Yes... But you know, I graduated from Yan University. I saw the professors from Yan University complaining in the group, saying that Qiao Yu's review failed."

"What is the reason?"

"First, it's because Qiao Yu hasn't graduated from university yet, so he doesn't meet the standard for doctoral students. Second, Academician Li said that Qiao Yu's family is not short of money and doesn't need state funding..."

The old man shook his head in disapproval: "Education and level are not directly related. If this young man suffers from his age, it is not his problem, but our problem. And his family conditions are one thing, ours Attitude is another matter."

Not knowing what he was thinking of, the old gentleman sighed heavily: "The hearts of truly capable scholars cannot be chilled."

"How about this, you go to arrange a political trial, and if there is no problem, go to Mr. Zhao to discuss it and see what he says. There is a specialization in surgery, and I believe in Zhao's judgment."

The secretary hastily responded.

This red-flag car, escorted by other cars, slowly passed the Chinese-style archway with the national flag at the door.