Super Dimension Technology Era

At the service station.

Hank was holding a bottle of orange juice with his eyes like an eagle watching his prey.

The Norwegian Academy of Sciences bus roared past. He glanced at his watch. It was already eleven sixteen.

Gulu gulu! After drinking the orange juice in one gulp, he turned to Freddy in the car and said:

"give up."

Freddy opened a window on his laptop, entered a password, and modified the parameters.

"alright."

"Let's go back to Oslo." After saying that, Hank opened the door of the pickup truck and drove to the highway exit without any delay.

…

On the bus.

"Huang, I'm very sorry. We may miss the flight. I'm applying to the airport to change my flight." Mark said with an apologetic look.

"My friend, this is not your fault, maybe this is fate." Huang Mingzhe smiled and spread his hands.

"Haha, let me change my ticket first."

"Then I'll trouble you."

"You're welcome." Mark was busy changing Huang Mingzhe's ticket.

Huang Mingzhe glanced at his phone, and Zhang Shihe nodded slightly to him, indicating that their tickets had been changed.

At 11:57, the bus slowly stopped outside Oslo Capital Airport.

After waving goodbye to Mark, Wen Na and two security personnel boarded an Airbus and flew directly to Pengcheng, Lingnan.

Huang Mingzhe and Zhang Shihe took another Airbus flight to Stockholm, the capital of Sweden, at 12:50 noon.

Since Norway and Sweden are neighboring countries, the plane arrived at Stockholm's airport quickly.

On the western coast of the Baltic Sea, the glaciers of the Scandinavian mountains have given this country a very tortuous coastline and lakes like azure gems.

Due to the higher latitude and the poor blocking effect of the mountains, the temperature in Stockholm is slightly lower than that in Oslo.

Huang Mingzhe, Zhang Shihe all wore identical coats, hats, and sunglasses, and their body shapes were almost the same. Looking at them from a distance, it was difficult to tell who was who.

After contacting the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences, they sent someone over to welcome Huang Mingzhe.

The Crafford Prize will be awarded on the 18th, which is the day after tomorrow at the Royal Academy of Sciences in Stockholm, the capital of Sweden.

It's also a bus.

Before they knew it, a Beetle followed them, seemingly far away.

Huang Mingzhe, who was playing with his mobile phone, already knew that the hyenas were following him again.

After checking into a hotel.

As expected, there was a pinhole camera in his room. An ordinary person would definitely feel uncomfortable at this time, but Huang Mingzhe remained calm.

Take a shower when you need to take a shower, eat when you need to eat, and sleep when you need to sleep.

The personnel responsible for monitoring did not find anything unusual about Huang Mingzhe, and everyone believed that the previous failure was caused by accidents.

The next day, accompanied by Swedish officials, Huang Mingzhe visited the scenic spots in Stockholm. Everything was so normal and calm.

But the biting north wind roared day and night.

…

September 18th.

The Royal Academy of Sciences of Sweden and King Carl XVI Gustaf of Sweden awarded Huang Mingzhe a gold medal, certificate and prize money.

"Mr. Huang, congratulations!"

“Thank you for the recognition of the Craford Award, it is an honor.”

There is always something to say in business exchanges. After Huang Mingzhe chatted with Carl XVI Gustaf for a while, he was invited to give a speech again.

Standing on the podium, Huang Mingzhe smiled and started talking. This speech was a more formal mathematics topic.

In the hall, most of the guests did not actually understand mathematics, but they still pretended to listen with interest.

"...The above are some of my thoughts. In the future, maybe I will follow the footsteps of my predecessor, Mr. Chen Jingrun, and attack Goldbach's conjecture. This ends my speech. Thank you all."

Bang bang bang...after applause.

Waves of symphony music sounded, and Huang Mingzhe was surrounded by guests again.

Suddenly, a short, fat, middle-aged white man approached with a smile: "Mr. Huang, I am Bakgouli. It is a great honor to meet you."

"Hello, Mr. Buck."

"Mr. Huang, are you interested in teaching at Cambridge University? Britain welcomes you." Bakgouli said, staring at Huang Mingzhe.

"Oh? Mr. Barker's Britannia?"

"I am the British Ambassador. What do you think of Mr. Huang's proposal just now?"

"I'm very sorry, but I have no plans to immigrate for the time being."

"Don't you think about it anymore?" Bakgouli reminded him with deep meaning.

"If I have this plan in the future, I will consider your country." Huang Mingzhe said while doing Tai Chi.

"That's such a shame."

Bakguli was still smiling on the surface, but Huang Mingzhe knew his actual emotions very well.

After the award ceremony, Huang Mingzhe said goodbye directly to King Carl XVI Gustaf of Sweden and the Royal Academy of Sciences.

Then he prepared non-stop to take a flight back to his country. He had booked the ticket last night and it was a six o'clock flight this evening.

However, this flight does not go directly to China, but first transfers to Qatar International Airport in West Asia.

The bus from the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences took Huang Mingzhe and three people to the airport in a hurry. It was already around 5:30 in the evening.

Inside the terminal.

He played with his phone nonchalantly, looked at the time on the scrolling display, and then glanced outside the airport with a raised corner of his mouth.

Press the button and the character in the game will be shot in the head.

…

at the same time.

On a remote road not far from the airport, a Beetle was parked on the roadside.

The young woman in the car was staring at her laptop, while the bald middle-aged white man was leaning on the outside of the car, with a portable astronomical telescope set up beside it.

It seems like astronomy enthusiasts are observing the stars and aurora, but tonight is not only cold and windy, but also covered with dark clouds.

Two dazzling lights approached quickly from a distance.

The bald man glanced sideways and saw that it was a tanker truck transporting aviation kerosene to the airport. He didn't pay attention to anything, but many things are often not unsatisfactory.

The tanker driver noticed the Beetle on the side of the road more than thirty meters away, but he didn't pay much attention to it. After all, the road was eighty meters wide.

But he soon realized something was wrong. The tanker was accelerating towards the Beetle.

"damn it!"

The driver angrily pulled the steering wheel hard and kept tapping the brakes with his feet.

But the tanker truck rushed towards the Beetle like a Spanish bullfighting with mad cow disease.

When a bald guy notices something is wrong...

bump! There was a violent impact sound, and the angle was just right. Like an exquisite mathematical formula, the Beetle was stuck directly on the steel guardrail.

The entire Beetle had been severely deformed, and the fuel tanker had also turned sideways, and the aviation kerosene in the tank was leaking out.

The bald man, who was stuck between the Beetle and the guardrail, endured the pain and took out his cell phone with difficulty to prepare to call the police.

As for the young woman inside the Beetle, her life or death was unknown at this time.

"Dudu...Hello, this is..."

The bald man didn't have time to speak.

boom! The aviation kerosene tank suddenly exploded, and suddenly the scene was filled with flames and thick smoke. Baldhead and Beetle were instantly engulfed in flames.