Chapter 173: Mathematics Annual
Chapter 173 Annual Review of Mathematics
In the next few days, Fang Ruxin devoted himself wholeheartedly to Yunsu's manuscript, calculating and reviewing data day and night.
Yunsu spent five days to prove it, but Fang Ruxin spent a full week to prove it. In order to prevent errors and omissions in his calculations, he started over again, which took more than ten days.
"Proof...proven it?" Fang Ruxin murmured, looking at the results written in his pen, he couldn't believe that this century-old problem that has troubled the world for many years has been solved in this way?
“What certificate has been released?” Li Yu opened the door and came in with a bowl of soup in his hand. “Drink this bowl of chicken soup quickly. Look how tired you are these days.”
"You don't know, you don't know." Fang Ruxin seemed to be crying and laughing, "I won't drink anymore, I won't drink anymore, I have to call Qi Fang quickly."
He picked up the phone and dialed.
“What?!” Lao Li, who was far away in Lancheng, received the call and let out a shocking roar. The entire teaching building was silent for a moment.
He was completely unaware and kept asking: "Is it true? Are you sure?"
After receiving a positive reply, he was so happy that he walked around the office, "Great, great, I'll get her ready right away!"
Lao Li rushed out of the office excitedly and happened to bump into Director Li who came to inspect the situation.
Director Li frowned, "What are you doing? You're so frizzy."
He is also famous all over the world. Did he forget to take his medicine when he went out today?
Annals of Mathematics, one of the most authoritative mathematics journals in the world, has a long history. Its founding purpose is to introduce and analyze socially interesting or important issues in pure mathematics and applied mathematics.
Within three days, Yunsu sorted it out and sent it to Fang Ruxin. After Fang Ruxin checked it and found no problems, he gave Yunsu the contact information of one of the review editors of the "Annals of Mathematics".
“Who can tell me what’s wrong with him?”
“If we want to vote, we must vote for the best!” Lao Li raised his chin and was very confident. He was not worried about the possibility of failing to pass the draft. If the outside world knew the news, they would pounce on him like crazy.
“You didn’t have any rest last night, okay?”
“You must organize it carefully. If you don’t know the format of the paper, ask Professor Xu. Make sure there are no mistakes and send it to Professor Fang. He will then give you the contact information of the review editor of the "Annals of Mathematics"."
M, California, Chief Editorial Office of Annals of Mathematics.
The man named Martin was dressed casually, with messy hair, and a tired look on his face. "Good morning, Sade." After saying that, he yawned.
Over there, Yunsu nodded, "Okay, I understand." The person involved in the incident was actually the calmest one.
What she didn’t know was how big a storm her paper had caused on the other side of the ocean.
The teachers in the office looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.
“Hmm.” Yunsu had a headache and had to find time to write the paper again.
"Director Li." Old Li's face turned red and he looked a little crazy. "Our school is about to become famous all over the world!"
Fang Ruxin is a mathematician who has appeared in this journal. If he submitted his paper on its official website, he would probably be buried in the mailbox without any attention, so they planned to let Yunsu submit his paper directly to the review editor.
It is published every two months, with less than 100 articles per year. Since its establishment, there have been less than 50 Chinese authors who have appeared in this publication. You can imagine the difficulty of getting into this journal and its influence.
Director Li: “…”
“Martin, good morning.” A middle-aged man wearing a suit and hairspray has just stepped into the editorial office.
Fortunately, because the manuscript is written in more detail, I only need to organize it in a paper format and make it more streamlined, and it doesn’t take much time.
Yunsu changed hands and sent the paper directly to the editor's mailbox. Then he forgot about it and continued to invest in the research institute. The pace of recent experiments has become faster and faster, and the team is already discussing how to complete the project soon. We have to move to the wine city. After all, the experiment still has to be conducted there.
After saying that, I rushed to Class 3, Grade 3.
“Forget it, I didn’t go home last night. There were so many manuscripts lately that my mailbox was almost full. I finally cleared some of them.”
“Don’t be too tired, my friend, would you like a cup of coffee?” Sade Yang Yang held the newly bought coffee beans in his hand.
“Oh, that would be great.”
After a while, Sade came over with two cups of steaming coffee, "Your coffee, half a spoonful of sugar and a spoonful of milk."
“You understand me best, my friend.” Martin said movedly, taking a sip of coffee and quickly regaining consciousness.
Sade sat down next to him, "Are there any interesting manuscripts?"
Martin was uninterested, "Forget it, it's all a bunch of nonsense. I don't know where the courage came from to join us."
The mailbox that Martin manages is the mailbox left on the official website of "Annals of Mathematics". Every day, he receives countless manuscripts from all over the world, most of which are flashy and rhetorical.
What Martin has to do every day is to go through these manuscripts roughly to see if there are any hidden gems, but this is rare.
Sade sympathized: "Thank you for your hard work, man. Next time we should give the editor a suggestion and close the public mailbox. There is nothing to gain in the first place, and it also increases our workload."
"That's not possible." Martin shook his head. "Regardless of whether the manuscript is accepted or not, the existence of this mailbox is proof that our magazine is not just for experts and scholars. You know, some geniuses were born here." too small."
“But as long as there is one, it is lucky.”
"Okay." Sade shrugged, "I hope you find the dusty pearl soon."
“I’d like to give you some good advice.” Martin drank the coffee in one gulp and continued to read the manuscripts in his mailbox.
“Didi didi...” The mailbox logo in the lower right corner of the computer flashed, and a new email came in.
Martin clicked on the email and glanced at the sender first.
“Yunsu.” He muttered silently, Chinese?
Martin lost more than half of his interest in an instant. The average mathematics level of Chinese people is very high, but there are not many top mathematicians at all. The knowledge in school can be learned very well, but aside from these, there is no obvious innovative thinking ability.
However, out of the desire to be serious and responsible for every contributor, Martin still clicked on the main text of the manuscript.
After reading a few lines of words, Martin was stunned. What is this? What did he see?
Is this Chinese proving the Riemann Hypothesis?
“Oh my God!” This is the funniest joke he has seen this year.
Hearing the voice, Thad turned his head and said, "What's wrong?"
“Look at this.” Martin pointed at the computer screen.
"About the process of proving the Riemann hypothesis..." Sade read out subconsciously, "God, how long has it been since we met someone who dared to prove these conjectures?"
Apparently, he also viewed the manuscript as a joke.
“Just watch it for fun.” Martin slid the mouse, “It’s quite long.”
“You are really responsible, my friend, just look at it.” Sade was not interested in reading these. There were still piles of them in his own mailbox.
Martin was completely "debt-rich". He even went to make another cup of coffee, ready to relax and watch the fun this Chinese brought him.
Two hours later, Thad, who had been busy for a long time, rubbed his sore waist and suddenly realized that he hadn't heard the sound next to him for a long time. He turned his head and saw that the coffee on Martin's table had gone cold but had not been moved at all. One look at Martin and he was startled.
“Martin, what’s wrong with you?”
Martin stared at the computer screen without moving for a long time, clenching his fists. He turned around when he heard Thaad's voice, his eyes were a little dull. He swallowed and said, "Thadd, I don't know if I'm crazy. I feel that this manuscript may be correct.”
“What manuscript?” Sade asked subconsciously.
“It’s the manuscript about the proof of the Riemann Hypothesis.”
“God, you wouldn’t tell me that you’ve been reading that for the past two hours, right?” He thought that the manuscript had been destroyed by Martin long ago.
“Well, I think she wrote it very well, and I didn’t seem to find anything wrong with her thinking.”
"How is it possible?" Sade's blue eyes widened, "Do you know what you are talking about? That is the Riemann Hypothesis, not some other small mathematical problem."
When he said this, Martin hesitated a little, "I'm not sure, but I think it's very likely to be correct. I'm going to submit this to the editor-in-chief for review."
"Well, good luck to you, buddy." Although he said this, Sade didn't believe it at all. If someone really proved the Riemann Hypothesis, how could it be sent to the magazine's public mailbox? It must have been sent directly to the editor-in-chief.
Say what else, Chinese? Huh, Thad laughed silently in his heart.
In fact, the current public mailbox is actually Martin's review mailbox. After Fang Ruxin retired, he no longer submitted manuscripts there. This is actually the reason why Fang Ruxin's news was not timely.
Martin waited anxiously for a long time, and finally waited for the arrival of Benjamin, the editor-in-chief of the editorial department. Martin immediately went to greet him.
“Sir, I sent an email to your mailbox. I hope you can read it carefully.”
Benjamin called while walking, "Okay, I'll look at it later."
“Sir, that’s very important, it’s about...” Martin wanted to say something else, but Benjamin had already answered the phone, so he had to shut up.
Benjamin was busy until evening. Everyone in the editorial department was off work. Only the light in his office was still on. He closed his eyes to relieve the soreness in his eyes.
Just as he was about to shut down the computer, he suddenly thought of what Martin said. He clicked on the mailbox and saw that it wouldn't take much time.
Who knew this? He never came out after entering. Benjamin stayed in the office until daylight.
He raised his head and lit a cigarette. If he looked closely, his fingers were trembling slightly. After taking a long puff and swallowing it into his lungs, all the messy thoughts in his mind were instantly cleared.
Benjamin looked out the window and thought that perhaps the world of mathematics was about to change.
(End of this chapter)