From failed candidate to chief scientist

Chapter 200 Damn Xue Clan
"Let's talk about this later. I'm currently a little preoccupied and I really can't get away from it. I don't have time to make any reports."

"Oh? Is there any new research?"

Qiu Chengtong's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Not really, it's just Teacher Qiu, as you know, I'm still a student, and taking classes is my main job. My course schedule is a bit full now, so..."

Qiu Chengtong was speechless for a moment. He had thought of many reasons, but he did not think of this one.

He really wanted to say, you are already at this level, why do you still need to take classes?Who can teach you?
"Okay, but I think that regarding the proof of the AdS/CFT conjecture, such an important argument, you must give a report. When the time comes, you can contact me at any time, and we, Shuimu, will definitely be fully prepared. Let your report meeting be successful and successful!"

"Okay, definitely, definitely next time. If necessary, I will call you, Teacher Qiu."

After chatting with Lin Mo for a few more words, Qiu Chengtong shook his head happily and helplessly and hung up the phone.

Qiu Chengtong thought for a while and called his assistant.

"Xiao Li, please go and tell us that everyone from Shuimu will go back. I'm going to hold a seminar to discuss Lin Mo's latest proof of the AdS/CFT conjecture!"

"Okay, Mr. Qiu, but we won't listen to the report meeting in the afternoon?"

"I won't listen anymore, let alone the one in the afternoon, and I won't listen to the lectures in the next few days. It's just a group of people entertaining themselves. What's so good about it? If I have the time, I might as well go back and study Lin Mo's latest results. Well, this is a world-class result worthy of our study!”

"This...then we are all leaving now. Over there with the organizing committee..."

"It's okay. We at Shuimu University hold seminars on our own and don't need anyone else to comment. If Deng Tianrong has any objections, let him come to me directly."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Qiu, I'll notify you right away."

On the other side, Fu Mingli and Qiu Chengtong coincided with each other.

When he got the news, he was also shocked. He didn't close his mouth open in surprise for a long time. After he calmed down, Fu Mingli immediately called Zhang Qihua.

After confirming with Zhang Qihua that the news was true, Fu Mingli suppressed the shock in his heart.

"Teacher Zhang, you and I can definitely carry out further in-depth cooperation. Do you want to think again about the personnel exchanges I mentioned last time?"

"You and I, one from Donghai and the other from Dongshan, are both Dongzi generation. How can we be considered half fellow villagers? This fellow villager is in trouble. How can we, Donghai University, not lend a helping hand? Teacher Zhang, that's all. It’s decided, I’ll pull up a list and send it to you later, you just have to pick from it, and I’ll send it to you whoever you like!”

Fu Mingli didn't give Zhang Qihua a chance to refuse, and settled the matter unilaterally.

Zhang Qihua secretly scolded Fu Mingli for being shameless. What kind of exchange and cooperation was this? He was clearly trying to stuff people into his side, and he was doing it so confidently.

Zhang Qihua originally wanted to refuse, but considering the actual situation of the Mathematics Center, he decided to take another look. It would not be too late to wait until the list of Fu Mingli came out. Anyway, the initiative was up to him whether he wanted it or not.

"Easy to say, easy to say, then I'll be waiting for your list, Academician Fu."

"By the way, Teacher Zhang, Teacher Lin Mo is going to hold a special report meeting for this. This report meeting must be at an international level. We in Donghai have experience in this area. If it is going to be held, Teacher Zhang remembers to inform us. Tunghai University will definitely spare no effort to invite mathematicians from all over the world to come and listen to Lin Mo’s latest research results.”

"Well, I need to ask Lin Mo what he means and see if he has time."

"Okay, Teacher Zhang, press the call I'm waiting for you."

After saying that, Fu Mingli put away the phone happily.

"Academician Fu, the afternoon report meeting is about to begin. Let's go."

At this moment, Fu Mingli's assistant Huang Ziqiang came over and reminded Fu Mingli.

"Reporting meeting..." Fu Ming thought for a moment.

"Zi Qiang, inform all the professors and teachers from Donghai University that we will not attend the lecture in the afternoon. Let everyone pack their bags and book the nearest flight. We will go to Donghai!"

"Ah, but, teacher, today's report meeting is just the first day. There are several more meetings to follow. Aren't we all going to attend?"

"I'm not going to participate. What are you going to participate in? What's so interesting about the report of a group of old antiques who are seeking fame and reputation!"

"But if other teachers and the organizing committee ask about the reason, how should I respond?"

"Just say we have more important research to do."

"More important research?"

"Here, this is it!"

Fu Mingli pointed at the latest issue of "Journal of Mathematics" placed on the table with his finger. There was a line of large characters printed on the cover.

"Related mathematical arguments for the AdS/CFT conjecture."

Fu Mingli smiled.

So in the afternoon, when the report of the mathematics conference continued to start, someone found that there seemed to be a lot less people coming to the venue to listen to the report than in the morning.

Some acquaintances asked each other, and then they discovered something to their surprise.

That is……

The professors and teachers from Mizuki University and Tunghai University did not come.

This...could this be what happened?
Then they whispered to each other in the venue, and in the whispers, various news flew and jumped over the venue.

"Have you heard? Today, the "Acta Mathematica" published a blockbuster paper! Relevant mathematical arguments about the AdS/CFT conjecture!"

"Well, I heard about it too. I heard that the author of the paper is Lin Mo."

"Which Lin Mo? Is it the Lin Mo who won the Zhong Jiaqing Award yesterday but refused to accept it?"

Some people quickly thought of what happened at yesterday's awards ceremony.

"It's him, but by the way, if I were Lin Mo, I would refuse to accept it."

"Yes, I solved the NS equation problem, proved the Kratz conjecture, the Fourier transform problem, made the Lin Mo hypothesis on the spot at the World Congress of Mathematicians, and all the other achievements, just name them. They are all worthy of the Hua Luogeng Award, not to mention Lin Mo who has achieved all these results. I only gave him the Zhong Jiaqing Award. Seriously..."

"Haha, there's nothing we can do about it. It's only Lin Mo's bad luck that's to blame. Don't look at who won the Hua Luogeng Prize this year. That's Sun Yiwu, a veteran senior mathematician."

"What a shitty senior mathematician. He's just a guy who relies on his elders to show off his skills. He doesn't have any extraordinary achievements in mathematics. He just relies on Deng Tianrong, the chairman of the organizing committee."

"So what? Sun Yiwu is Deng Tianrong's mentor, the old president of Yenching Normal University, and one of the founders of the Society of Mathematicians. Is the Hua Luogeng Award too much?"

"It's not too much, it's not too much. Who asked me to have a good disciple? Who asked me to help him get on the horse before retreating? Without Sun Yiwu, how could Deng Tianrong be where he is today?"

"Damn the scholar!"

"Yes, damn academic!"

(End of this chapter)