The unparalleled talent of the country started from Harbin Institute of Technology

Chapter 105: Gifts, a wall of books, letters across the ocean, this paper must be jointly reviewed
October 23rd, today's temperature is a little lower than yesterday.

Wang Duoyu no longer reads in the library because it is a bit cold and it would be unbearable without a large boiler to provide heating.

In the office of the Department of Computational Mathematics, he sat at the desk opposite Professor Liu Taoshun and read a book, looking very relaxed and contented.

Around 3:30 in the afternoon, the office phone rang. After Yang Xiuhua picked up the phone, she quickly put it down and looked at Wang Duoyu and said:
"Student Wang, I'm looking for you."

"Looking for me? Are you mistaken? This is your office." Wang Duoyu looked up in surprise, and came over to answer the phone doubtfully, and it turned out to be looking for him.

Because it was Lin Dehong who called.

Lao Lin has arrived in Bingcheng and said he wanted to meet him.

Of course there is no problem.

Less than half an hour after hanging up the phone, Lin Dehong walked into the office, followed by Xiao Fang.

"Here, I brought you something."

Xiao Fang was carrying two large packages, and Wang Duoyu asked curiously what they were.

After opening it, I found out that it was a military coat, and some food such as cakes, sausages, and bacon.

Wow, that’s really thoughtful!

Lin Dehong was invited to sit in the office and chat. Although this was not Wang Duoyu's territory, it was freezing cold outside and not suitable for going out. It would be great to have a warm place to sit and chat for a while.

Lin Dehong came this time to inform him that the mass production plan of the Type 78 automatic rifle had been launched, using his version, but the production quantity was not large, only 100,000.

Why so few?

Because this batch of guns was only supplied to special forces, Wang Duoyu did not ask which special forces they were.

But in fact, you can guess that it is the special forces.

It's almost December now, and many things are almost ready to start.

When he was designing firearms at the 626 Factory in the middle of the year, Lin Dehong discussed with him about special forces.

It is now late October, and the excellent performance of the Type 78 automatic rifle has been fully demonstrated in previous exercises. However, the materials used in this firearm he designed are top-notch in all aspects, so it is normal that it is only supplied to special forces.

One hundred thousand firearms is not a small number, not to mention that there will be sniper rifles and high-power scopes in the future. When the time comes, the best ones will be selected, and the specific distribution will naturally be decided by the leaders above.

Apart from this news, there is no other news for the time being.

Lin Dehong actually hoped that Wang Duoyu could go to the army and train his shooting skills.

But the latter politely declined, saying it was too cold outside and not suitable for practicing shooting.

"It's very close. There's a place near Ice City where you can practice your marksmanship. If that doesn't work out, I can go hunting with you if you want."

"Leader, you just want me to join your army. There must be some project, right? But I really can't leave right now. I have to go to Beijing at the end of the month or the beginning of the month. Besides, I recently participated in a project in our school's physics department. And I haven't finished reading the books and journals on the wall behind you."

Hearing Wang Duoyu's words, Lin Dehong subconsciously looked back at the books on the wall and immediately took a breath.

"You mean you're going to read this entire wall of books?"

His tone was full of disbelief and his eyes were full of horror.

Although he was a staff officer, he only had a primary school education, that is, he graduated from primary school and dropped out of school before finishing high school.

Therefore, he refuses to touch upon anything involving too advanced a culture.

Of course, he was very happy to learn about techniques, books, etc. related to military tactics, guns, etc., because that was his job.

That entire wall of books, there must be at least a few hundred, right? Maybe even more, maybe thousands.

"Well, I've finished reading a little bit of it, but there's still quite a bit left. I need to finish it before the end of November, so I have a lot of work to do."

Wang Duoyu said it lightly, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

In fact, he came to Harbin Institute of Technology to study more to seek a stable and peaceful environment where he could study as he pleased, rather than being involved in meaningless interpersonal relationships that would exhaust him physically and mentally.

In the dual-axis gyroscope drift test bench prototype project of the Physics Department, there were two teachers, Hong Yitong and Ye Xiangdong, who were very hostile to him, but Wang Duoyu did not need to pay attention to them.

Because he has strong mathematical skills, as long as he completes the calculation tasks assigned by the project on time and with quality, Professor Dai Wenyue will not say anything.

After all, Dai Wenyue spent 60 yuan in subsidies every month, and this cost forced him to pay attention to Wang Duoyu.

Therefore, even if Hong Yitang and Ye Xiangdong wanted to do something bad, they had to ask Dai Wenyue whether he was willing to do it.

Therefore, Wang Duoyu doesn't need to pay attention to these people.

As for Professor Xia Peisu's project, it has not started yet, and the project is in Beijing. Wang Duoyu cannot stay in Beijing all the time, so even if there is any dirty water, he will not get involved.

"According to relevant news in the People's Daily this year, we are now doing business with foreign countries, and the president of Peking University has already visited Stanford University. These books are professional journals and works purchased from abroad by Director Wu."

Lin Dehong blinked his eyes, still thinking about how to finish reading these hundreds or thousands of books before the end of November.

Did you just flip through it hastily?
But Wang Duoyu is definitely not such a person. He must have studied it carefully instead of just flipping through it casually to get by.

At this moment, Tang Fengzhen appeared at the door.

"Junior, did you forget something? I went to the library to look for you, but you weren't there."

Tang Fengzhen's tone was very resentful, because the weather was indeed very cold today, and she was still running around outside, and the cold wind made her shiver.

Wang Duoyu did not feel embarrassed. He explained that he had already told the front desk manager on the first floor of the library about this matter, otherwise Tang Fengzhen would not have found this place now.

However, since the other party said so, in order to express his apology, Wang Duoyu had no choice but to offer a gift by borrowing a box of pastries from the gifts that Lin Dehong brought and handed it to the other party.

But she didn't take it, but left with the calculation results.

In the project team office of the Department of Physics, Tang Fengzhen placed the result in front of Professor Dai Wenyue and said, "Professor, I have already calculated the result. Please check it." Hong Yintang and Ye Xiangdong, who were sitting by the window on the other side, suddenly widened their eyes with wonderful expressions.

Yesterday, Ye Xiangdong threatened that Wang Duoyu would not be able to complete the task within a week, otherwise he would eat the table. Does he want to eat it now?
The Institute for Advanced Study, Princeton, New Jersey, and the editorial office of the Annals of Mathematics.

Winston Ortega walked into the office with a cup of coffee, greeted his colleagues warmly, sat down, and prepared to start today's work.

Editing work is very boring, especially mathematical work.

This morning the postman has delivered more than two hundred pieces of mail, all of which are submissions to the Annals of Mathematics.

"Fuck, there are so many letters today. How long will I be able to finish them?"

After muttering something in dissatisfaction, Winston Ortega still opened the first letter. The content did not make him feel anything, so after reading it once, he threw it aside.

Because it's garbage!

Before and after World War II, the world's center of mathematics had shifted to the United States and the Polar Bear Empire, and Princeton University was the holy land of mathematics in the United States.

Although the Institute for Advanced Study is also located in the small town of Princeton, it is independent of Princeton University. It is a research institution where top scholars in various fields conduct the most pure and cutting-edge research. It does not accept any pressure from teaching tasks, scientific research funding or sponsors.

The Annals of Mathematics is a joint publication of the Institute for Advanced Study and Princeton University. It enjoys a high reputation in the United States and is one of the most popular publications for mathematicians and mathematics enthusiasts in the United States and even the world to submit their papers.

So every year many people submit articles to the Annals of Mathematics, and Winston Ortega's job is to conduct the first step of screening and kick out those who are trying to take advantage of the situation.

Winston had completed most of the work in the morning, and there was still a small half left, which he planned to continue in the afternoon.

But at this moment, his eyes involuntarily fell on the letter at the top.

Just because there were other fonts on this letter, I took a look and recognized that it was Chinese font.

“Chinese?”

After muttering to himself, Winston curiously opened the letter. There was a lot of manuscript paper and the words on it were very clear. In his opinion, it was just like handwritten printed text, which was very pleasing to the eye.

"What's the point of writing so beautifully? If the paper is too bad, I won't let you pass it."

"The title is 'Proof of the Four-Dimensional Poincaré Conjecture - The Compact Four-Dimensional Manifold of a Four-Dimensional Sphere is Actually Topologically Equivalent to the Four-Dimensional Sphere'." Hey, I'm actually trying to take on something this difficult?"

"Hey, the paper's format is quite neat, and there are no mistakes in the symbols and formulas. I wonder if the Chinese are that amazing? Are they really that good?"

Winston Ortega had not come into contact with many Chinese people. He only knew people like Shiing-Shen Chern, Weiliang Zhou, and Chien-Shiung Wu, but these people were all exceptions.

Because these are either top mathematicians or top physicists, a group of people with super high IQs, and they do not represent the general public.

As far as he knows, ordinary Chinese people are ignorant and have pigtail-like hairstyles. This is his stereotype.

So he was quite surprised to see that the letter Wang Duoyu sent from Ice City was correct.

After spending more than ten minutes scanning through all the documents of this paper, Winston had to admit that this might be a very good paper.

So, after lunch, he put this paper at the top and gave it to the editor-in-chief to review in advance.

"Victor, here's a paper proving the Poincare conjecture in four dimensions. I think it's pretty similar."

Upon hearing this, Editor-in-Chief Victor King looked at the other party in surprise, took the manuscript and began to read it.

It must be said that the text of the paper written by Wang Duoyu is indeed pleasing to the eye and will not disgust Victor King.

Because many mathematicians' papers are written in very sloppy handwriting, especially mathematical manuscripts, even the authors themselves probably need some time to guess what is written.

Winston Ortega has a certain mathematical foundation and can certainly understand the main body of the paper, but not in great depth.

Victor King is different. As the editor-in-chief of the "Annals of Mathematics", he is a professor of mathematics at Princeton University and has a stronger ability to identify papers.

He could even reject many papers without them being reviewed by other co-editors.

But this time, Victor King spent an entire afternoon and only understood the first two pages of the manuscript. He would need to spend more time to understand the rest of the manuscript.

"This is a good paper and it definitely needs to be jointly reviewed." Victor King was more and more surprised as he read on. He was not an expert in topology and could not make more in-depth and detailed calculations to verify this paper.

So he immediately made a phone call. Regarding the topic of the Poincaré conjecture, the best reviewer he thought of at the first time was Professor Stephen Smale of the University of California, Berkeley.

"Stephen, you'll never guess what paper I saw today. It's a paper proving the Poincare conjecture in four dimensions. This is a mathematical genius."

After the call was connected, Victor King said excitedly.

Smale, who was in his Berkeley office, was surprised when he heard this. "You're saying someone wrote a paper proving the four-dimensional Poincaré conjecture? And you think it's possible that this paper has been proven?"

His question startled Chern Shiing-Shen, Yau Shing-Tung and others in the office. The master and disciple looked at each other and saw each other's surprise in their eyes.

Because in September, they were still discussing the Poincaré conjecture, but they didn’t expect that more than a month later, they heard that someone had proved the four-dimensional Poincaré conjecture?
Almost immediately, they thought of the urgent telegram sent from Hong Kong Island, requesting the collection of journals and papers related to the proof of the Poincare conjecture over the past decade.

But even if they had received it in mid-September, it is impossible for them to write the paper in October, right?
Perhaps, this is just a coincidence.

"God, you must be kidding me. After I won the Fields Medal more than ten years ago, I have been trying to find a way to prove the four-dimensional Poincare conjecture. But Victor, you should know that it is very difficult."

Smale's voice sounded again, but Victor on the other end of the phone said stubbornly that he had reprinted the paper and then sent someone to fly to California to deliver the paper to him personally.

"Then please send it over. I want to see if this paper is really that perfect."

"Stephen, you will definitely thank me. I still have to continue reading my paper. Bye."

Victor hung up the phone decisively, took out a new manuscript paper, and began to verify the paper.

Because this was a great moment, he was very lucky to be able to participate in the review of a paper that was destined to be recorded in the history of mathematics.

"Is it really that powerful?" Smale began to doubt, and Qiu Chengtong could no longer remain calm.

(End of this chapter)