A genius? I just love studying.

Chapter 257 Return

Philadelphia, Hilton Hotel

"Hui, are you really not considering cooperating with me?"

Schultz looked at Chen Hui packing his luggage and said with some regret that he had wasted more than a year on high-temperature superconductivity. Having realized his mistake, he was ready to return to his familiar track and make a big splash.

Chen Hui smiled in response, "I've already planned my next research topic, so I probably won't have time to think about anything else."

He is also quite excited now, preparing to return to China to make a big splash.

"What a pity."

Schultz looked regretful, yet curious. "May I know what the topic is?"

"Controllable nuclear fusion!"

Chen Hui didn't hide anything; Schultz was a trustworthy person.

"Controlled nuclear fusion?"

Schultz was bewildered. He had just emerged from the illusion of application, where only theory was real. He never expected that Chen Hui would jump headfirst into the abyss of application again.

This is indeed a very meaningful and cool thing, but it doesn't seem like it should be done by a mathematician, does it?
"That's tough. Good luck."

Schultz saw the determination in Chen Hui's eyes and didn't say anything to dissuade him.

Chen Hui nodded, full of confidence.

Not long after, Fefferman, the head of the mathematics department at Princeton, also came over and extended an olive branch, "Hey, Hui, would you be interested in teaching at Princeton?"

He always believed that mathematicians like Chen Hui should go to Princeton. It wasn't arrogance on his part, but rather that he believed Chen Hui could achieve even greater results at Princeton, allowing a genius like him to grow even better.

"Thank you, Professor Fefferman."

Chen Hui smiled and declined, saying, "I already have another research topic."

He's in a hurry to get back to researching controlled nuclear fusion and has no interest in anything else. Besides, he doesn't think he needs Princeton. Wherever he is, that's where Princeton will be!
However, he could also sense Fefferman's good intentions.

"it's a pity."

Fefferman sighed, "If you want to come to Princeton, feel free to contact me anytime. Princeton's doors are always open for you."

"Thank you, Fefferman."

Chen Hui expressed his gratitude again and extended an invitation to Fefferman, saying, "The doors of Jiangcheng University are always open for you. You are welcome to come to Jiangcheng University for exchanges."

Yuan Xinyi, standing nearby, was both amused and exasperated.

Jiangcheng University is such a prestigious institution that it actually welcomed Fefferman.

But then he thought about it again. Jiangcheng University has two Phil Fellows, him and Chen Hui, and especially with a genius like Chen Hui, Fefferman might not be unwilling to come.

Fefferman shook his head and declined, "Thank you, I'll consider it."

If he were thirty years younger, he might have considered it, but now he is already sixty-seven.

After packing their luggage, Chen Hui and Yuan Xinyi got into Dai Yafeng's car and drove to Philadelphia International Airport.

"Have your medals and passports been checked?"

Once in the car, Yuan Xinyi reminded him, "In Rio 18, Bilcall's medal was stolen before he could even enjoy it."

"Do not worry."

Chen Hui smiled and nodded, patting his schoolbag.

"Losing the medals is fine, but I can't lose my passport, otherwise I won't be able to go back."

Yuan Xinyi has traveled abroad many times to attend various conferences and is quite experienced. "It's different here than in China. Zero-dollar purchases are prevalent, so it's better to be more careful."

Chen Hui pulled his passport out of his pocket and gestured to the teacher to rest assured.

Before coming here, his teacher reminded him that it would be best to bring two wallets, one with 10 or 20 yuan in cash, so that if he encountered someone who wanted to buy something for free, he could just give them the money and they usually wouldn't do anything too outrageous.

However, he hadn't encountered anything like that during the week or so he'd been there. He didn't know if it was because they only frequented wealthy areas, or if America's security wasn't as bad as people said.

Soon, the car entered the highway. Dai Yafeng played a country folk song, and the three of them sped along the straight highway towards the rising sun. Eager to return home, they were captivated by the scenery.

……

In an unassuming courtyard house in Beijing, two elderly people are sitting under a grape trellis, enjoying the cool air on stone benches.

A chessboard was laid out in front of them, and a fierce battle was raging.

"General!"

With a snap, one of the old men lifted the horse and slammed it down heavily above the general, shouting loudly.

"Wang Qiming has already submitted an application to the higher authorities. Chen Hui wants to research controlled nuclear fusion."

Before his opponent could even consider his next move, he continued speaking.

"He just proved the Navier-Stokes equation and has also made considerable achievements in engineering. It is certainly a good thing to have such a genius join us."

However, his opponent was no ordinary man either. While answering casually, he moved his chariot horizontally, landing it under the horse and blocking its legs.

"He just won the Fields Medal, the first and second Fields Medal winner from China. Where should someone like him be placed in this project?"

As the old man spoke, he casually placed the cannon behind his horse. If the opponent captured his horse, he could capture the general; if the opponent didn't capture it, he would have to use the cannon to attack the chariot.

"That's really a problem."

The old man opposite him fell into deep thought.

They all knew that the Navier-Stokes equations were widely used in controlled nuclear fusion, especially in the construction of plasma trajectory models, which was of great significance. If Chen Hui was willing to help, perhaps they could finally make the sun shine on earth.

However, controlled nuclear fusion is not a simple scientific research project, but a large-scale engineering project, and an excellent mathematician is not necessarily an excellent engineering leader.

Placing Chen Hui in a certain position is indeed a headache.

If Chen Hui is solely responsible for mathematical research, I wonder if the newly minted Fields Medal winner would object, as this would also be a waste of Chen Hui's talent.

But if it's a position that's too important, they worry whether Chen Hui can handle it.

“He hasn’t come back yet. When he does, we can meet and chat. That’s much better than us guessing here.”

"Whether we start a new project for him to take charge of, run it in parallel with other existing projects, or let him join a project, it all depends on his own opinion."

"We can only take it one step at a time!"

After thinking for a while, the old man jumped his horse in front of the opponent's horse to block the cannon's muzzle and said something with a double meaning.

"It can only be the."

The old man nodded, understanding how much the other party valued Chen Hui. Their bottom line was even to make Chen Hui the project leader. This was no ordinary project; as far as he knew, the country invested billions of yuan in this area every year.

After a moment of silence, the horse leaped forward again, stepping on the opponent's cannon.

"If you ask me, such a talented person shouldn't be sent out. It's too dangerous. Be careful that what happened to Qian Lao back then doesn't happen again."

"What danger is there?"

The old man opposite laughed and moved the vehicle to protect the cannon, bringing it out of the enemy's gun barrel and into a safe area. "Things are different now than they used to be. Do you think they can keep him here?" "If they really push us too far, what won't they do? We can't be careless."

Perhaps to prove his point, he directly captured the opponent's cannon, leaving his own horse under the opponent's chariot, and actually exchanged pieces.

The old man opposite him shook his head slightly, casually remarking, "The current public opinion environment does not allow them to do such a thing."

"The China of today is no longer the China of the past; we will not allow them to bully us!"

"Moreover, the project Chen Hui is going to participate in is controlled nuclear fusion, which is a project that will benefit everyone, so they have no reason to stop it."

The old man nodded. China is also a member country of the ITER project. Chen Hui's participation in the project is indeed not a threat. The other party would not do anything underhanded.

……

After exiting the highway, the airport was already in sight, only a few kilometers away.

Suddenly, a screeching sound of brakes rang out, and several cars sped out from all directions at the same time, surrounding Chen Hui and his group's car and forcing it to stop, thus restricting all their chances of escape.

At the same time, more than a dozen masked, burly men surrounded the vehicle where Chen Hui and his two companions were.

"Could it be that I've stumbled upon a free deal?"

Yuan Xinyi was worried and reached into his pocket for his wallet, but he was concerned that judging from the other party's appearance, it probably wouldn't be something that could be resolved with just twenty or thirty dollars.

"Don't worry, these people are probably from S.H.I.E.L.D."

Dai Yafeng remained calm, clearly demonstrating his experience.

"Are S.H.I.E.L.D. agents dressed like that?"

Yuan Xinyi was dumbfounded, finding it hard to imagine how shocking it would be if Chinese police officers were dressed like this.

"Isn't this exactly what they do?"

Dai Yafeng bluntly mocked, "This can be considered their professional attire."

dong dong dong...

As they were talking, the car window was rudely knocked on.

"Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., you are suspected of dangerous driving. Please get out of the vehicle for inspection."

Sure enough, the man who knocked on the car window first showed his ID to identify himself, and then forcefully asked Chen Hui and the other two to get out of the car.

Thinking about what happened when they left America, the three of them didn't resist too much. Anyway, there were still two hours before the plane took off, so they weren't in a hurry.

After the three got out of the car, the masked bandits did nothing to them, not even conducting a so-called inspection. They simply kept a close watch on the three. Instead, another group of people rushed into the car and began a rough search.

Dai Yafeng's expression changed slightly, sensing something was wrong, and he subconsciously reached out to touch the thing at his waist.

But he didn't act impulsively. He wasn't Superman; he couldn't fight back. He couldn't possibly lead Chen Hui and the other two out of the encirclement. Even if he could, they wouldn't be able to break through America's defenses. He understood the significance of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intervention.

On the contrary, his intervention might put Chen Hui and Yuan Xinyi in a dangerous situation.

"Sir, a large amount of top-secret information was found in their car."

Soon, a masked man carried a stack of documents, about fifty or sixty centimeters thick, out of the car.

"?"

Yuan Xinyi was dumbfounded. They didn't have any of these things in their car, not even anything related to A4 paper. The thesis Chen Hui had prepared to read on the plane was only two or three centimeters thick. Heaven knows where they found such a large stack of documents.

The masked bandit leader picked up the top document, glanced at it, and his expression changed drastically. "Sorry, you are suspected of stealing military secrets. Please come with us."

Without waiting for a reply, he waved his hand, and immediately more than a dozen people rushed up, tied up Chen Hui and the other two, and sent them to three cars.

"Are you still shameless?"

Yuan Xinyi was utterly disgusted by the shamelessness of these guys.

These documents were clearly left in the car by them.

Even if they really wanted to steal some secrets, what era are we living in that they still need paper documents?

If you want to add guilt, why bother?

Dai Yafeng also realized the seriousness of the problem; the worst had still happened, but there was nothing he could do now.

About twenty minutes later, Chen Hui and the other two were taken to a building. After all their belongings were confiscated, they were locked in separate rooms without being interrogated.

All the rooms here are individual pigeon coops, which are quite similar to studio apartments in China, except that the soundproofing is much better. Teacher Yuan Xinyi is next to him, but neither of them can hear each other.

After looking around the room, Chen Hui knocked on the door.

Soon, a burly man opened the door and looked at Chen Hui.

"Could you please give me the thesis from my luggage?" Chen Hui asked.

The man gave Chen Hui a cold look, ignored him, and slammed the door shut.

"Could you give me some paper and a pen?"

"I need to derive the formula."

Chen Hui quickly spoke while the other party was closing the door.

Since he was already there, he might as well make the best of it. Nothing he did could change his situation, and he was too lazy to think about it. He didn't know how long he would stay here, and it would be a real waste not to use such a long time to improve his proficiency.

Unfortunately, the other party ignored him.

Chen Hui sat cross-legged on the ground and began to recall the formulas he had previously derived in his mind. With his memory, such deductions from scratch were naturally no problem for him, but the content he wanted to deduce was too difficult. Using his memory to store the deduction content would affect his brain's deduction ability, which is why he wanted paper and pen.

But now that there are no conditions, Chen Hui doesn't demand it and continues to deduce the trajectory of the plasma with amusement.

Even before coming to attend the International Congress of Mathematicians, he had obtained a set of plasma observation data from Luzhou, and he has been trying to model it these days.

"This kid still has the energy to study."

In the next room, Yuan Xinyi shook his head and smiled bitterly. He had just heard Chen Hui's conversation with those people when Chen Hui's room door opened, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

In the conference room below their room, Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., wearing a black eye patch, stood at the head of the table, looking at everyone in the conference room with a serious expression. "Go and make preparations, create some surprises, and end this as soon as possible. Delay will only lead to complications."

From the very beginning, he never intended to conduct any interrogation. Once the person was in his hands, he was the one making the decisions.

"Boss, isn't that unnecessary? He's just a scholar. He just asked me for paper and pen to derive formulas and theorems."

"Never underestimate the power of a genius scholar."

Fury turned his head, his one eye sharply fixed on the speaker.

"Okay, boss, I'll do as you say."

The man shrugged and turned to walk out of the meeting room.

The moment he turned around, the conference room door was kicked open with a bang, and a group of people rushed in.

"Fury, how dare you! Who gave you permission to take action?"

(End of this chapter)