My IQ has been increasing year by year.

Chapter 310 Finding the People

Fourteen minutes later, the electronic door to the computer room made a soft sound.

Richard strode in, his coat still buttoned up and his hair a mess.

Bringing the chill from outside, he pushed past Kevin and plopped down in front of the computer screen.

Where is the code?

Kevin didn't say anything, but simply tapped a couple of times on the keyboard, bringing up the previous running logs, and then dragged the ArXiv PDF page to the left secondary screen.

Richard's gaze swept back and forth between the two screens like a radar.

"This is simply unreasonable..."

Richard's finger hovered over the screen, pointing at the cutoff command.

"Here, the data flow is clearly about to exceed the threshold, so why does it dare to directly discard continuity and forcibly cut it off? This creates a break in the algorithm's logic, so why should the compiler recognize this instruction?"

"Because this isn't purely a computer algorithm, boss."

Kevin stretched out his finger and swiped down the PDF page on the left secondary screen, directly to the last page of the paper.

"Look at his references."

Richard looked in the direction Kevin was pointing.

This computer science paper, which revolutionized memory scheduling logic, does not cite any classic computer science literature under the "References" section at the end.

There are only two isolated hyperlinks, and the upload time is marked as the same time period on the same day.

Richard gripped the mouse and clicked on the first link.

The webpage redirects.

ArXiv High Energy Physics section.

Paper title: Absolute boundary truncation in eleven-dimensional string membrane topological physics.

Author's name: Allen (Department of Physics, Harvard University).

Richard paused for a moment.

"Alan? That crazy guy from Harvard who works on string theory? When did he start dabbling in low-level computer physics modeling?"

"Boss, don't worry about Allen for now. Look at the second link, which is the core logic in this pseudocode that supports the truncation instruction without errors."

Kevin's voice grew increasingly hoarse as he pointed at the screen. "It's also the base for all of these things."

Richard moved the mouse and clicked on the second link.

The webpage redirected again.

ArXiv Pure Mathematics section, Algebra and Geometry category.

Paper title: Local singularity convergence and truncation operators on discrete algebraic grids.

Richard's gaze lingered on the title for a second before moving down to the author's section.

Zhuo Chen

Richard's pupils trembled violently, and his grip on the mouse tightened abruptly.

"Zhuo Chen...Chen Zhuo?"

Richard's voice was almost squeezed out through clenched teeth.

"That Chen Zhuo from Princeton? That fourteen-year-old Chinese boy who was taken in as Pierre's last disciple and recently solved part of the Hodge conjecture?"

"Yes, boss."

Kevin pointed to the three papers on the screen.

"I just checked, and these three papers were uploaded at the same time. They are about computer science, physics, and pure mathematics. They are not independent studies at all."

Richard suddenly stood up, knocking over the swivel chair behind him.

"This is a closed loop!"

Richard paced back and forth in the narrow corridor of the computer room, his eyes slightly red.

"Computer pseudocode requires the realistic support of dimensional reduction provided by physical fields; the collapse of physical fields requires pure algebraic truncation operators to lock the singularities; and this damned algebraic operator, in turn, becomes the absolute axiom that computer memory will not overflow!"

Richard whirled around and stared intently at the first author of the computer science paper on the secondary screen.

Sam (MIT Computer Architecture Lab)

"Sam! This is Sam from our lab!"

Richard finally realized what was happening. He grabbed the landline on the table and dialed Sam's cell phone number.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off..."

Richard slammed down the microphone in a fit of rage.

"Where the hell is that bastard? How did he end up with people from Harvard?! Does he even know what kind of nuclear bomb he just dropped?"

Richard turned to look at Kevin, his eyes sharp as knives.

"Can you understand Chen Zhuo's fifteen-page mathematical foundation? I need to know how his truncation operator works algebraically! Why can it fold tens of millions of data points into the quotient space?"

Kevin spread his hands with a wry smile.

"Boss, I work in computer architecture, not algebraic geometry. I just glanced at Chen Zhuo's paper, and it's full of homology group mappings and Chow group rigidity theorems. I can't even understand the derivation on the first page."

Richard took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"I don't understand math..."

Richard grabbed his coat from the back of the chair and quickly put it on as he walked out.

"Then I'll find someone who can understand math! If I can't get in touch with Sam, I'll go to Harvard and find Allen! To the Harvard math department!"

"Boss, you're going to Harvard?"

"It's only a few blocks away!"

Richard pushed open the door to the computer room.

"Now that these three papers are already posted on ArXiv, Harvard must be in an uproar. Chen Zhuo's algebraic foundation is the core of the entire closed loop. If we can't understand how that wall was built, even if we have Sam's code, we'll just be blind men with only a superficial understanding!"

Richard disappeared at the end of the corridor, leaving Kevin alone in the buzzing server room, staring blankly at the green line of Zero Memory Leak on the screen.

......

At the same time.

Office of the Geometry Analysis Group, Department of Mathematics, Harvard Science Center, Cambridge, Cambridge.

The air was filled with the strong aroma of coffee and cigar smoke.

Professor Laurent stood in front of a huge blackboard, holding a piece of chalk in his hand.

Behind him, four top postdoctoral fellows and two associate professors from Harvard's mathematics department were scratching their heads at the scattered draft papers in front of them.

On the blackboard, the most crucial formulas from the third and fourth pages of Chen Zhuo's fifteen-page paper were copied down.

That is, the truncation operator that directly cuts the continuous manifold and forcibly introduces the quotient space mapping.

"Shit! This is pure shit!"

A postdoctoral researcher slammed his pen on the table and rubbed his hair in frustration.

"On what grounds did he do this? At a singularity where curvature is about to diverge, he simply used a constant C to brute-force truncation? What did he take the continuity of the topological manifold for? Pork in a slaughterhouse, to be cut however he wanted?"

"But it's self-consistent."

A professor next to him pushed up his glasses, his voice sounding a little weak.

"If you follow his algebraic loops, you will find that the boundaries he cuts apart are perfectly closed on the discrete grid using homology groups."

"This has no aesthetic appeal!"

The postdoctoral researcher still couldn't accept it.

"Mathematics is rigorous and continuous! His approach is like discovering a leak in the roof, not repairing the tiles, but instead pouring a solid iron block of reinforced concrete inside the house! The leak may be fixed, but can this house still be called a house?"

Professor Laurent remained silent.

He raised the chalk in his hand, attempting to derive a path of proof by contradiction in continuous differential geometry next to Chen Zhuo's truncated operator.

A white line was drawn on the blackboard with chalk.

Write down the first condition for proof by contradiction.

This leads to the second derivation.

Laurent's hand stopped as he prepared to connect to the third geometric mapping.

The chalk pressed hard against the blackboard, making a harsh scraping sound.

make life difficult for.

No matter how sophisticated his calculus tools are, no matter how he tries to smooth the curvature of that singularity, all the continuous derivations will instantly shatter as soon as he encounters the constant C set by Chen Zhuo.

That discrete algebraic base is perfectly fitted and indestructible.

Why did he do that?

Laurent slowly lowered his hand holding the chalk, turned around and looked at everyone in the office, his eyes filled with pain and confusion.

"Chen Zhuo has already proven his unparalleled algebraic intuition in solving the Hodge conjecture. He could have spent months refining this boundary using a more elegant and traditional mathematical approach. Why did he choose this most brutal and engineering-oriented physical method?"

The office was deathly silent.

No one can answer this question.

To pure mathematicians, Chen Zhuo's fifteen pages are like a thug wielding a heavy machine gun and firing wildly at a symphony concert.

Just then.

The office door was pushed open from the outside without warning.

"Bang!"

The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

Laurent and everyone else in the office turned around at the same time, frowning as they looked towards the door.

Richard stood outside the door, panting, clutching a stack of freshly printed A4 papers tightly in his hand. He had even slipped his tie onto his shoulder because he had walked so fast.

"Richard?"

Laurent recognized the director of the MIT Computer Architecture Lab.

Harvard and MIT are just a few streets apart, and as top figures in their respective fields, they have met at numerous inter-university academic dinners.

"This is an internal meeting of the Harvard Geometry Analysis Group. What are you, a computer scientist, doing here?"

Laurent was in a state of extreme agitation, and his tone was not very polite.

Richard ignored Laurent's order to leave and strode into the office, his gaze sweeping over a group of mathematicians and a blackboard covered with formulas.

Richard's eyes lit up when he saw the prominent truncation operator on the blackboard.

"So you guys were indeed studying Chen Zhuo's monster pedestal!"

Richard walked a few steps to Laurent's desk and slammed the stack of computer science papers printed with pseudocode onto the table.

"Laurent, stop obsessing over continuity and mathematical aesthetics! You bunch of pure mathematics nerds have no idea what this thing Chen Zhuo created means!"

Laurent frowned and glanced at the paper on the table.

"This is Sam's computer science paper that he just published on a preprint server? What does this have to do with us?"

"This is a big deal!"

Richard's eyes lit up as he pointed at the code on the table and then at Chen Zhuo's formula on the blackboard, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"Do you think Chen Zhuo's truncation of the constant C lacks aesthetic appeal? Do you think his use of algebraic invariants to forcibly bind the boundary is too crude?"

Richard placed his hands on the table, staring intently at Laurent.

"Let me tell you, just half an hour ago, Sam's pseudocode, based on Chen Zhuo's Algebraic Foundation, successfully ran a stress test with tens of millions of concurrent users in my server room!"

The office fell silent instantly.

The PhD students looked at each other in bewilderment. Although they did not understand the underlying computer science, the term "tens of millions of concurrent users" represented an extremely large computing load, which was common knowledge.

"What exactly are you trying to say, Richard?"

Laurent's expression turned serious.

"What I'm trying to say is that Chen Zhuo abandoned what you call mathematical aesthetics because he never intended to play number games with you on paper from the very beginning!"

Richard turned around and pointed to the lines of proof by contradiction that Laurent had crossed out in red on the blackboard.

"Why did Chen Zhuo forcefully sever it? Why did he fold the commercial space? Because in the face of the real physical field, and the real silicon-based chips and server computing power, once an exponential explosion is triggered, it will result in the destruction of the machines and the loss of life!"

Richard's voice echoed in the office.

"At that critical juncture, Chen Zhuo used an iron block that you all looked down upon to single-handedly hold back the data deluge of the collapsing universe!"

Laurent stared blankly at Richard, then abruptly turned his head to look at the truncation operator on the blackboard.

Everything makes sense now.

Why is Chen Zhuo's deduction so domineering? Why does he leave no room for maneuver?

Because in Lecture Hall 1 of the Harvard Science Center, Zhu Xiping could write hundreds of pages on smooth manifolds, but in a real server with tens of millions of concurrent users, a memory overflow only takes 0.01 seconds!

Chen Zhuo stood at the highest dimensional perspective, overlooking pure mathematics, theoretical physics, and the underlying structure of computers.

With these fifteen pages, he forcibly locked these three originally isolated academic peaks into an impenetrable iron cage!

Laurent felt a chill run down his spine.

"Madmen... what kind of monster did they create...?"

Laurent muttered to himself.

"Richard!"

Laurent suddenly raised his head.

"Give me Sam's code! I need to substitute Chen Zhuo's algebra into your memory allocation logic to reverse engineer it!"

"Sure! But you have to share with me your process of dissecting Chen Zhuo's fifteen-page manuscript. I need to know how that commercial space mapping managed to avoid leaking data!"

The two top scholars reached a deal instantly, and the atmosphere in the office transformed from previous frustration into a frenzy of interdisciplinary exchange.

"Snapped!"

Laurent grabbed the chalk, preparing to create a new area on the blackboard.

Just then.

Richard's cell phone, which was in his pocket, suddenly rang shrilly.

Richard frowned. He didn't want to answer, but when he glanced at the caller ID, he saw it was Thomas, the head of MIT's Office of Intellectual Property and Technology Transfer.

Richard answered the phone.

"Thomas, I'm at Harvard right now and don't have time to listen to your ramblings about patent procedures. Let me tell you, Sam has made a big splash. You need to send someone right now to file a provisional patent application with the patent office to claim the underlying logic of Sam's paper as a service invention of our lab!"

Richard spoke very quickly, with an undeniable excitement in his voice.

"Richard, calm down."

On the other end of the phone, Thomas's voice was like a bucket of ice water, devoid of any joy, but instead conveying a deep sense of helplessness and frustration.

"I've already sent someone to investigate, so you don't need to worry about protecting Sam's patent."

"What do you mean?"

Richard paused for a moment.