A genius? I just love studying.

Chapter 278 Xiao Hui Has Grown Up

"Twist, stretch, flip—but never tear!"

In Chen Hui's mind, he saw a picture of a topological toy in the town of Princeton, in which toroidal surfaces were continuously deformed into spheres.

"Analytical continuation on a Riemannian manifold = topological transformation that never tears apart?"

Like the sound of shattering glass echoing in Chen Hui's mind, endless inspiration burst forth.

Traditional proofs are limited by the one-dimensionality of the complex plane, but Chen Hui was inspired by the surface tension rupture phenomenon of coffee droplets. If the ζ function is regarded as an energy field on a high-dimensional manifold, does the shift of the real part of the zero point correspond to curvature runaway?

"That's right!"

Chen Hui felt as if countless holes were popping up in his head, and one inspiration after another was emerging from his brain, making him feel like he was about to fly.

Riemann's complex plane is a two-dimensional prison, while prime numbers breathe in infinite-dimensional space. The cracked water droplets on a coffee cup are an illusion from a low-dimensional perspective. The real battlefield is in the vast universe of von Neumann algebra.

Algebraically, each prime number p is treated as a projection operator e_p of a type II_1 factor M, constructing a prime quantum state space, such that the prime distance pn+1pn is upgraded to the Connes distance d(ep, eq) = sup{[D, ep][D, eq]}...

The obstacles that had been troubling him melted away like snowflakes in the face of these flashes of inspiration.

Symbols and equations appeared one by one on the draft paper, like keys to unlock the door to truth, slowly taking shape in Chen Hui's hands.

……

China, Beijing, courtyard house
January in Beijing was already the dead of winter. The biting wind howled through the alleys, and as the leaden clouds pressed down on the blue-tiled roofs, the first snowflake fell on the birdcage under the eaves of the east wing.

The conference room seemed to be filled with leaden clouds.

"What kind of Xuanming Project is this? Over 30 billion yuan is being spent like water. Now that there's a flood in Miyun, where will the funds for disaster relief come from?"

Old Li grumbled and cursed, saying that the Xuanming Project had spent more than 30 billion yuan in just over three months, which was no small sum.

The annual budget for meteorological research in China is only a little over 3 billion yuan, and that's a one-year budget. But for Chen Hui's words, more than 30 billion yuan was spent in just three months. That's real cash.

Furthermore, such a large project will inevitably be a bottomless pit for maintenance in the later stages.

"The Xuanming Project was decided by everyone, so stop your whining."

Old Zhao was no pushover either, and he wouldn't tolerate the other party's behavior. "If Professor Chen can complete the meteorological model research, things like the Miyun incident can be completely avoided in the future. Its significance is even greater than that of the Three Gorges Dam!"

So where is the model now?

Old Li asked impatiently, "If he spends thirty to fifty years researching this, how much money will be spent during that time?"

The floods are imminent, but the model is nowhere in sight.

You can't always blame someone for being short-sighted; if you were in their shoes, you might even make a more foolish decision.

The meeting room fell silent; at that moment, the lead cloud seemed to enter everyone's hearts.

"Professor Chen is worth 30 billion!"

After a moment of silence, Sect Leader Qian spoke.

"We didn't come here today to discuss this matter..."

The meeting continued, but the somber atmosphere did not dissipate.

Two hours later, the meeting was adjourned, and the elderly people picked up their thermos cups and strolled outside.

The biting cold wind slightly dispersed some of the leaden clouds in everyone's hearts, giving them a boost of spirits. Outside, the heavy snow had already fallen like salt from the sky, and everything in front of them was a clean, white expanse.

Lin Zhengtian, wearing a dark blue cotton overcoat, strolled out of the main room. The frayed fur on the collar was lifted by the north wind, making it look like a clump of withered grass trembling.

Snowflakes fell into his wrinkled neck, and he shrank back, his breath condensing into fine frost on his beard.

Thump thump thump thump...

The sound of boots pounding the ground rang out, and soon the courtyard gate creaked open. A middle-aged man with a sturdy face came into the courtyard, stood at attention before the old man, saluted, and then said in a strong voice, "Sir, a 4.7 magnitude earthquake has occurred at target point number 1."

"It's a barren mountain, uninhabited, and the earthquake caused no casualties."

"Oh?"

The old man let out a soft "hmm".

The other elderly people resting in the courtyard also looked over. They all knew that the target points were sent back by Lin Xiaotang and that Chen Hui had asked them to monitor them, but he hadn't said what they were supposed to monitor.

That's understandable, since Chen Hui and his companion are currently under close surveillance by S.H.I.E.L.D., especially after what happened a few days ago, it's been very difficult for them to send back information.

However, after monitoring for half a month, they did not find anything unusual.

Is this earthquake a coincidence, or is this exactly the result Professor Chen wanted to see?
Thump thump thump thump...

Another series of hurried footsteps sounded, and another middle-aged man with a rugged face rushed into the courtyard, bringing with him a biting cold wind that made the goose-feather-like snowflakes sway.

"Commander,"

The newcomer looked at the middle-aged man who had arrived first, stood at attention and saluted the old man. “A serious landslide occurred at target point 2, but because we monitored it at all times and issued an early warning, there were no casualties. Only one village was submerged by the mudslide.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man who had arrived earlier sharpened his gaze, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly. If it were just a weather problem in one place, it could be considered a coincidence. But two places in a row, plus the weather data for the entire China region that they had just given Chen Hui a few days ago, made him think about certain possibilities.

"It's interesting!"

A smile appeared on Lin Zhengtian's lips as he looked up at the courtyard gate, which had a crack in it, as if he were waiting for something.

"Hey Lao Li, are you panicking now?"

Old Zhao glanced at Old Li in the other corner of the courtyard and opened a bottle of champagne ahead of time.

He had a rough idea of ​​Chen Hui's purpose in having them monitor these locations. Based on his blind trust in Chen Hui, he guessed that Chen Hui had most likely already completed the initial construction of the weather forecasting model.

However, it seems that the time prediction is not very accurate at present.

But this is already an amazing achievement, enough to support them in doing many things. If this model had come earlier, they could have planned ahead for the Miyun flood and minimized the losses, and things wouldn't be like this now.

Old Li didn't reply, but just looked at the heavy snowfall with a slight frown.

He believed in Chen Hui's abilities. He was a genius mathematician who had created miracles time and time again and won major awards. If he didn't believe in him, then no one else could.

But he couldn't believe that Chen Hui could complete the meteorological model construction so quickly and make such accurate predictions; it was impossible!
How is it possible that he solved something that countless meteorologists and mathematicians had spent decades trying to solve in just a few months?

The two middle-aged men who brought the news did not leave; they were somewhat hoping that another person might arrive.

Lin Zhengtian didn't let them leave either. He had a vague idea of ​​what was going on, and he hoped that more people could witness this crucial moment.

The heavy snow fell softly, quickly accumulating into a thick layer in the courtyard.

"Old Lin, hurry back inside."

A woman came out of the main room, her face stern, and shouted angrily, "How old are you? Do you think you're still young?"

The other elderly people looked embarrassed and quickly went back inside. They had been in the meeting room for a long time, and coming out for some fresh air made them feel refreshed. They were a little reluctant to leave and stayed a little longer.

crunch...

Just then, the sound of boots stepping on the snow came from the alley outside the courtyard.

A figure struggled to the door and forcefully pushed open the gate that was blocked by snow.

"Commander." Upon seeing the three people in the courtyard who were almost covered in snow, the newcomer was taken aback and quite surprised. He then quickly stood at attention and saluted.

"A strong sandstorm occurred at target point 3, with wind speeds reaching level 9 and visibility less than 50 meters. This area is located in a desert, and there were no casualties. According to meteorological experts, it will dissipate in twelve hours and will not pass through any populated areas along its path."

Hahahaha!

Old Zhao burst into laughter.

Again and again.

He was certain that this was not a coincidence, but rather that Chen Hui had indeed developed a weather model capable of accurate prediction.

Chen Hui gave them the latitude and longitude coordinates from half a month ago, and the location of the meteorological disaster was within 100 meters, or even zero, because such a meteorological error covered a much larger area than 100 meters.

All of this points to one thing: Chen Hui's weather forecasting model is a success!

At that time, Lao Zhao was under tremendous pressure to promote the Xuanming Project. Even he did not expect to achieve results so quickly. Chen Hui has indeed given him surprises time and time again!
He subconsciously looked at Old Li on the other side.

Old Li stood blankly under the eaves, his brows furrowed, his face full of contemplation.

He didn't believe Chen Hui could actually accomplish this in such a short time, but the facts before him told him that Chen Hui had indeed done it.

"No, that's not right!"

Old Li's eyes suddenly lit up. "He gave four locations, but only three of them came true. It's not 100% accurate!"

"We're still a long way from success!"

100% and 75% may seem like a difference of only one sample, but they are worlds apart.

If it's 100% accurate, then this model can be used to predict various weather conditions, not only for the prevention and control of natural disasters, but also for some engineering projects.

But if it's only 75%, then when the model produces a result, for example, that a high-intensity earthquake will occur in a certain place, should we organize a relocation?
If you move and then find out that the prediction was wrong, you'll make a fool of yourself.

Therefore, in a sense, this model is only useful if it is 100% accurate.

Old Zhao, caught up in his elation, suddenly realized the problem. His smile vanished, and he fell silent.

"Where is the last location?"

"How's it going?"

Master Qian looked at Lin Zhengtian.

"Capital."

Lin Zhengtian blurted it out.

He was in charge of this matter, so he remembered it very clearly. The first three locations were all remote places, but the fourth location, which was in the capital, left a deeper impression on him.

This result silenced everyone, leaving them feeling uneasy.

Although Chen Hui's prediction was likely wrong, the previous victories made them wonder if a natural disaster might also occur in the capital.
"Sandstorm or earthquake?"

A group of people were filled with worry.

Just then, a middle-aged man who had brought the news looked up thoughtfully at the swirling snowflakes in the sky. "The snow hasn't stopped yet!"

"Could it be that Professor Chen predicted this snow?"

Old Zhao was suddenly startled to realize that the snow had been falling for several hours and showed no sign of stopping.

It's been a long time since Beijing has seen such heavy snow!
Everyone in the courtyard fell into deep thought.

Seeing that the heavy snow showed no signs of stopping, Master Qian said to the middle-aged men who came to report, "Pass this message on to Professor Chen."

"Alright, you've rested enough, let's continue the meeting."

Master Qian beckoned everyone to enter the conference room again. This time, however, the conference room was no longer shrouded in leaden clouds, but the atmosphere was still somewhat strange.

"It's time to put the matter of bringing Professor Chen home on the agenda."

Before the meeting began, Old Zhao suddenly said, "The New Year is almost here."

"We'll have to wait a little longer."

Master Qian waved his hand, "The time is not yet ripe."

He didn't reveal much, only that the seventh-generation fighter jet is still in production and needs to be tested, deployed, and put into service, which will take at least another six months.

Without a seventh-generation fighter jet, he wasn't confident he could bring Chen Hui back to China unharmed, given that America was tens of thousands of kilometers away and there were too many variables involved.

……

Princeton, apartment
Unusually, Chen Hui wasn't at his desk working out formulas. Instead, he was sitting on the living room sofa, using a stand to hold his HarmonyOS tablet, and making a video call.

"Brother, when are you coming back?"

"There are only ten days left until Chinese New Year."

On the other end of the video call, Li Qingrui said in a coquettish tone that she hadn't seen Chen Hui for a long time and missed him very much.

"Brother will be home soon. Rui Rui, have you decided what gift you want? I'll bring it back for you then."

Chen Hui was in a relaxed mood. Everything was ready, and even the Riemann Hypothesis had been proven. All that was left was to wait for Lin Xiaotang's verification results.

"I don't want any gifts, I just want my brother to come back and spend the New Year with me."

Li Qingrui's eyes were red, and she pouted.

She had also heard about Chen Hui being detained in America, but she couldn't understand Chen Hui's current situation like an adult; she simply expressed her longing for her brother.

Chen Hui was silent.

Regardless of how things unfold, it seems unlikely that I will be able to go home for the Chinese New Year this year.

"Oh, your sister?"

A casual voice broke the almost frozen atmosphere.

Lin Xiaotang, who had just finished showering, came out of the bathroom in her pajamas, drying her wet hair with a towel. She glanced at the living room, then leaned closer to look at the tablet screen. "Your sister is so beautiful!"

"..."

"I hate people who have no sense of boundaries."

Chen Hui picked up the tablet, adjusted its orientation, and made sure that the people inside and outside the tablet couldn't see each other.

Lin Xiaotang pursed her lips, not caring, and went to the bedroom to dry her hair.

The two had been living together for several months, and they were usually too lazy to pay attention to so many details. Chen Hui was engrossed in mathematics, and Lin Xiaotang herself didn't care about these things either. They usually did whatever was convenient for them.

On the other end of the video call, Li Qingrui, Li Tianhua, and the others stared wide-eyed.

“No wonder my brother didn’t want to come back,” Li Qingrui muttered softly.

Li Tianhua and Fan Rong exchanged a glance, their faces beaming with satisfaction. "Xiao Hui has grown up!"

(End of this chapter)