The villainous young lady is actually a scientific research genius!

Less than an hour after Cambridge sent its statement via telex, Paris responded.

Amor released the meeting minutes of his discussion with Gu Zhaozhao about the neck constriction area.

The record was jointly signed by the participants from both China and France, and the pages were consecutive with no missing pages.

The length estimate proposed by Amor, the problems pointed out by Gu Zhaozhao, and how she re-established the constraints were all left on paper, without missing a single detail.

His accompanying letter contained only two sentences.

"She corrected my mistake in front of me."

"If anyone thinks this was also done by a team, then let them explain how that team hid under the conference table and how they managed to get the answer to her in ten minutes."

The two sentences were quickly reprinted by several newspapers.

The materials sent from Moscow were more direct.

Petrov submitted a set of photos taken at the Friendship Hotel and the blackboard at Beijing No. 1 Middle School.

In the first image, the four-dimensional manifold problem is still stuck with incorrect boundary conditions.

In the second photo, three more lines of formulas have appeared on the blackboard.

By the third page, Petrov was still standing by the blackboard, chalk in his hand. Gu Zhaozhao, however, had already sat back down at the table, looking down at his subsequent manuscripts.

On the back of each photo is written the date and location of the photo, as well as the signatures of those present at the time.

Along with the photographs came Petrov's original manuscript of more than forty pages.

Seventeen pages of them contained Gu Zhaozhao's annotations.

At a briefing held by the Moscow Mathematical Society, Petrov tapped on a photograph on the table.

"I've been calculating this problem for seventeen days, but I still haven't been able to solve it."

"It only took her ten minutes."

Someone in the audience asked, "You have always held a friendly attitude towards China. Will your testimony be influenced by your personal stance?"

Petrov put the stack of manuscripts on the table.

"Of course I can lie."

He paused, his fingers landing on the densely packed formulas.

"But I don't know the formula."

After he finished speaking, he looked up at the audience.

"Anyone who doesn't believe it, come up and we'll see."

A few low laughs came from the back of the hall.

No one went on stage.

The correspondence records from Cambridge, the meeting minutes from Paris, and the blackboard photographs from Moscow—these materials, when put together, perfectly complete the research process for the entire proof.

Early framework.

On-site derivation.

Solve the problem independently.

Newspapers that had followed suit and reprinted the anonymous materials began to change their headlines one after another.

Several other publications simply printed the two reports side-by-side on the same page, without explanation or defense, leaving readers to verify them themselves.

The International Mathematical Union held an emergency meeting that day.

A seven-person review panel was subsequently formed.

Two members of the group had previously publicly questioned Gu Zhaozhao's age and experience.

Among them, German committee member Klaus made it clear before the meeting began that all communication evidence could only prove the research process and could not replace the verification of the paper itself.

"Reputation is not proof."

"A postmark is not proof."

He looked at the other six people, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"There are seven of us, and we must count from the first row to the last row."

Some people are worried that there won't be enough time and suggest that a statement of principles be released first to stabilize public opinion.

Klaus immediately rejected it.

"A statement of principle has no mathematical value."

The seven people then entered the closed conference room.

Only the thesis, draft paper, blackboard, and a few basic reference books were left on the table. The telephone was moved outside, and delivery personnel were not allowed to enter.

The plates can only be placed at the doorway, and people inside can take them themselves.

On the first day, they examined the singularity analysis.

The next day, they recalculated the key estimates.

In the early hours of the third day, the sixth blackboard was also filled with formulas.

Klaus stood in front of the blackboard and discovered that a derivation step had been omitted from the paper.

He immediately halted the review and demanded a separate recalculation.

Other committee members believed that it was simply a common omission of steps in mathematical papers and did not affect the validity of the proof.

Klaus did not nod.

"Normally, yes."

He stared at the empty space, his voice hoarse from staying up for two nights.

"But now, some people are accusing her of having her work ghostwritten by a team."

"If we're going to investigate, we can't leave half a blank line and then let people use it for political interpretation."

After saying that, he picked up the chalk again.

Six hours later, that step of the derivation was completely split into four pages.

The result is valid.

When the closed verification was completed, the review opinions of the seven committee members were placed on the long table in turn.

Klaus was the last to sign.

His conclusion was also the shortest.

"Proof is independent, complete, and reproducible."

There was no praise, no comfort, and no blame placed on Gu Zhaozhao.

He was the most scathing in his criticism.

The verification was also the most rigorous.

Therefore, when his name appears below the conclusion, this signature carries more weight than any show of support.

The International Mathematical Union subsequently released the review results and officially announced:

The anonymous material did not provide any evidence for academic verification, and its allegations of ghostwriting are unfounded.

When the message arrived in Beijing, Gu Zhaozhao had just finished writing supplementary notes to her grandmother's manuscript.

Qian Qishen placed the telegram in front of her, unable to suppress his smile.

"Seven votes, unanimously approved."

He paused deliberately.

"Klaus signed too."

Gu Zhaozhao looked up, her first words being, "Did he discover that omitted step?"

Qian Qishen was taken aback.

How did you know?

"The jump from page nineteen to page twenty is too fast," Gu Zhaozhao said calmly. "Due to space limitations at the time of publication, I omitted four lines."

Qian Qishen stared at her for a moment, feeling both helpless and wanting to laugh.

"The whole world is practically in an uproar over this, and this is what you care about most?"

"This shows that the review was valuable."

Gu Zhaozhao turned to the next page of the supplementary explanation and picked up her pen.

"At least the reviewers actually counted from the beginning, and didn't just vote based on names."

Qian Qishen finally burst out laughing.

"There are a lot of people outside waiting for your response, including reporters, scholars, and representatives from several embassies. They all want to hear what you have to say."

Gu Zhaozhao pressed the telegram under the paperweight.

"Thank you for reviewing. The conclusion is accepted."

Qian Qishen waited for a while.

"That's it?"

That's enough.

As soon as he finished speaking, the office door was pushed open.

Jiang Yi strode in, holding another urgent report in his hand, his expression more somber than usual.

"The lead on the anonymous materials has yielded results."

He placed the three photos of the typed manuscripts on the table one after another.

"The earliest version used several very special phrases."

"These statements only appeared in the internal US minutes of the maritime talks. They are not found in any public records or Chinese translations."

Qian Qishen's smile vanished.

"Who could have access to those minutes?"

"The U.S. delegation, overseas systems, and intelligence liaison personnel responsible for briefing the talks."

Jiang Yi pointed to one of the photos.

"The day before the newspaper received the article, Harrison's assistant went to a public relations agency."

His finger moved to the bottom right corner of the photo.

"The typewriter used in the anonymous manuscript closely matches the typeface of the spare machine there."

Gu Zhaozhao did not rush to conclusions.

"To what extent can this evidence be made public?"

"The results of the typewriter comparison and the source of the wording can be made public. However, the whereabouts of the personnel still lack cross-verification, so this cannot be considered a conclusion at this time."

"Then let's hand it over to the International Mathematical Union first."

Qian Qishen thought for a moment and nodded.

"Since academic smears have reached their doorstep, they should be the ones to come forward and ask where this document came from."

……

That evening, the International Mathematical Union sent letters to the three newspapers that published the anonymous materials, requesting disclosure of the source of the manuscripts and the verification process.

Several scholars from Cambridge, Paris, and Moscow also jointly signed the request for an investigation.

The anonymous article failed to bring Gu Zhaozhao to justice.

The letters of inquiry ended up in the inboxes of several U.S. departments.

The delegation denied providing any related materials.

The external propaganda agency claimed that the typewriter was not for exclusive use and that anyone could have come into contact with it.

The intelligence community declined to comment on why the internal memo appeared in the anonymous draft.

The phone rang between several departments all night.

Everyone was asking where the manuscript came from, but no one was willing to claim it, and no one was willing to sign their name in response.

The problem has changed.

People no longer questioned whether Gu Zhaozhao could complete the proof independently.

They began to investigate who was using internal materials from diplomatic talks to fabricate an academic accusation.

Two hours after the review results were released, the congratulatory phone calls from the Changkong base were still ongoing.

The alarm lights in the operations room came on.

The moment the bell rang, all conversations ceased.

The duty officer picked up the phone.

He only listened for a dozen seconds before suddenly standing up.

"Urgent report from the South China Sea!"

"The US carrier strike group has suddenly changed course and is accelerating southwest!"

Qin Beihai strode forward and took the newly delivered navigation map.

"Target area?"

The duty officer immediately reported a set of coordinates.

No one spoke in front of the map.

There is no naval port in that sea area.

There is no exercise area.

There are only a few hundred Chinese fishing boats currently in operation.

The congratulatory phone call that was just ringing was switched back to the landline.

Several people gathered around the map at the same time, and no one mentioned the unanimously approved review telegram anymore.

Gu Zhaozhao took out a red and blue pencil and marked the first spot on the aircraft carrier's latest course.

"Notify Lingshui."

She looked up.

The voices were not loud, but the entire operations room fell completely silent at that moment.

"Zhulong, enter Level 1 Alert!"