Chapter 362
It represents the top academic level in today's mathematics field.
Numerous professors and scholars are proud to be included in an annual mathematics journal.
So far, there are only a handful of people in Huaxia who can be listed in the Annual Mathematics.
No one thought that Wang Xuecai's ambition would be so great. He actually wanted to have Qin Luo appear in the annual mathematics journal at the end of this year.
"Now you know why I revised the manuscript more times, don't you?" Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, Wang Xuecai showed a faint smile.
Hearing Wang Xuecai's words, everyone was speechless for a moment.
"Old Wang, I think it's better to forget it, time is too late." Someone in the crowd said.
The Mathematics Year Meeting is released to the world on December 12 every year.
Today, on the 27th, there are still 31 days before the 3st. Taking into account the time difference, they still have 3 days to go, and the time is simply too late.
"Too late?"
Wang Xuecai smiled and said, "As long as we pass the draft once, it's fine?"
3 days is enough time for Princeton to review manuscripts. As long as the paper is submitted once, you can catch the last train of the annual journal!
Mathematical Annals?One-off draft?
hehehe...
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, looking at each other without saying a word, that is the Annual Journal of Mathematics, how could it be submitted in one go?
"Wang Yuan, please submit."
Just when everyone was about to persuade again, Qin Luo suddenly spoke.
"Qin Luo!"
"I have faith in myself and in all of you..."
Well, we have already talked about this, and everyone really can't find anything to say for a while.
What's more, others have confidence in you, don't you have it yourself?
Ever since, under the unanimous vote of everyone, the email about the four-color conjecture flew to the other side of the ocean through the Internet.
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United States, Princeton University, School of Mathematics.
It is already late at night here, but the School of Mathematics is still brightly lit, and the same scene is repeated here at the end of every year.
Everyone is busy, busy to revise the Annals of Mathematics.
Reviewing room, a room deliberately prepared by Princeton University to complete the review of the annual journal.
Here six reviewers are quickly browsing emails from all over the world.
Deligne, Henrik, Faljens...
Each of them is a resounding big cow.
"Bang!" At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and two women rushed in one after the other.
They tugged at each other and didn't seem to get along very well.
The first person who rushed in was Ao Feina, a third-year student at Princeton University, and also an assistant for this year's review work.
They will help Deligne and others filter out the vast majority of emails, leaving only the best papers.
Holding a tablet in her hand, she went straight to Deligne: "Teacher, here is a paper, I think you should be very interested."
With that said, Fiona handed the tablet to Deligne.
"Oh?" Deligne raised his eyebrows, put down the subject he was checking, and focused his gaze on the tablet.
"Huaxia?" Seeing the place of sending, Deligne frowned, then took the tablet and looked it up.
"Four-color conjecture?" Deligne frowned gradually.
The four-color conjecture cannot be proved manually, which has been concluded in the entire mathematics world, but now it is obvious from the paper in front of him that it wants to prove the four-color conjecture manually, and Deligne lost interest in an instant.