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The meeting resumed.

Stepping into the conference room, Professor Kreiber patted a stack of copies on the table, and gestured to the assistant behind him, who was also holding a stack of papers, to signal him to continue the papers.

The professors and engineers at the conference table looked at each other, wondering what Professor Kreiber was doing.

Picking up the dissertation, Edol briefly glanced, frowning slightly.

"What is this?"

With his hands on the table, Professor Kleiber said with gaze.

"This is what we have been waiting for!"

A little uncomfortable staring at the frantic gaze, Urdor hesitated.

"Are you sure this thing works?"

Professor Kreiber said in an extremely affirmative tone: "The author of the thesis is Professor 6 of Princeton and this year's Fields Prize winner. If even his mathematical model is not reliable, I can't think of anyone else in this world. Model is more worthy of our trust. "

"Plasma turbulence ... turbulence ... I have a headache seeing the word turbulence," the plasma physics expert sitting at the corner of the conference table threw his thesis on the table, "I am plasma physics Experts, not here to discuss fluid mechanics with you. "

Some professors are silent, staring at the thesis in hand, frowning, studying the complicated verification process in it. The Max Planck Institute has a lot of bulls, not to mention visiting scholars from all over the world.

Among these people, there are always great masters who are proficient in mathematics.

But it doesn't matter if you are not proficient.

Just like Kreiber.

Although he could not understand the part of the discussion, many people could still understand the mathematical model of the conclusion and the results of the mathematical simulation posted in the dissertation.

Staring at Professor Hessinger, Kreiber said in a serious voice: "I know this sounds strange, the unsolvable turbulence problem is basically a consensus in the physics community. But if this model is really reliable, we can completely base it Modify our control scheme to reduce the collision of plasma with the first wall. "

After a long silence, Professor Heissinger finally made the decision.

"Then try it."

The best way to test the truth is practice.

Just like the phenomenological model they are using, it is also based on the experience of countless experiments.

Hearing this sentence, Erdol moved slightly and looked at Professor Heissinger in disbelief. "Are you sure you want to change the plasma control scheme? Just because this paper does not know if I have a chance to be published?"

Professor Heissinger gave him a silent look.

"Do we have any other choice?"

Changing the control scheme is not an easy task.

But such a procedural change is much easier than a systematic overhaul ...

...

After the paper was submitted, 6 Zhou didn't care about it.

What is more interesting is that this time he hanged a preprint on the arxiv website, but after getting a click from his peers, he did not touch the system's judgment about task completion.

It seems that the decision rules for such application-oriented problems are still different from the proof of mathematical conjectures. Whether they are open or not may not be the only criterion for determining task completion.

Carefully recalling the mission description, 6 Zhou remembered that the mission required the original words to "build a mathematical model for the turbulence of plasma in a stellar".

Does the decision of the mission also include that at least one star simulator must use his model?

If that's the case, I'm afraid this task will be a bit difficult ...

Even a top-level journal such as prx is unlikely to be adopted by research institutions.

And the most important thing is that there are too few star simulators in this world ...

Of course, the possibility of problems in his research cannot be ruled out.

Although 6 Zhou feels that this possibility is very low ...

In short, after confirming that the progress of the paper review has entered the peer review process, 6 Zhou slowed down the pace of work slightly.

From the ns equation to the study of plasma turbulence, in the past six months, except for the days when he went to Brazil to hold the conference, he basically hasn't spent much time.

He is not a machine after all, and he needs to rest ...

On the lawn by Lake Carnegie, a group of undergraduates are testing drones.

The annual autumn competition is about to start again, and now is the most critical time for training.

As an adviser to the club, 6 will come here when he is not busy.

On the one hand, it points to some technical problems of these young men, and on the other hand, it also takes the opportunity to blow the air by the lake and sun.

Sitting next to the 6th boat, Jimmy, the president of the club, plucked the grass next to his shoes and suddenly said.

"Professor, I will graduate next year."

"Oh? Maybe I can give you a good suggestion, such as recommending some reliable professors."

For this freckled boy, the impression of 6 Zhou is still good.

Although he doesn't know many engineering professors, it's okay to ask someone you know about the situation of other professors.

But to his surprise, Jimmy shook his head.

"I don't plan to study, I plan to graduate directly."

6 Zhou glanced at him somewhat unexpectedly.

"Graduation? Do you want to do anything?"

"Drone!" Staring at the little guy flying in the sky, Jimmy said with a look of expression, "I am going to start a drone company. This is my dream."

6 Zhou Han said: "This sounds ... an interesting idea. But Jimmy, what are you going to do with the drone?"

Jimmy answered with a smile: "You can do a lot of things, such as delivering courier, and then pizza."

Drone delivery?

When I heard the word suddenly, it was really missed ...

Looking at the little guy hovering in the sky, 6 Zhou couldn't help recalling his college days and those papers from the college days.

I remember at the beginning, he also received the offer of downwind.

Suddenly, 6 Zhou couldn't help thinking, if he didn't reject the offer at that time, but chose to suspend his studies to study drone logistics in the laboratory that is downwind, is this a situation like this now?

This thing in life is really wonderful ...

Jimmy: "Professor?"

6 Zhou came back to God: "What's wrong?"

"What do you think of the idea of ​​using a drone for express delivery?" Jimmy looked at 6 Zhou seriously and asked for opinions.

"Excellent idea, how do you say? I am also optimistic about this project, but I have no investment plans recently--"

Jimmy smiled embarrassedly: "No, you misunderstood. I don't need your investment. My father is willing to lend me five million US dollars in venture capital. This start-up capital is enough for me."

Boat 6: "..."

Well, it seems that he is self-conscious.

But then again, why apart from his own students, he always feels that the few students who have a good relationship with him are local tyrants ...

"Since this is the case, you should take care of your future yourself. I can't help you with anything else, but I can recommend you a few good papers ... Although it only outlines a general framework, it is not really completed "Pause, 6 Zhou continued," But they are in the general issue. I'm not sure whether the database of the Shishi Library is included. You may have to be patient when you find it ... "

The sadness of the general issue is probably here ~ www.readwn.com ~ Even if you make first-class results, you will only get third-class treatment in the end.

Although it is redeemed for points for missions, it is also something produced by the system after all.

Appropriate evaluation, 6 Zhou feels that the quality of these papers is still good. Although they are taken apart to look at the water, but continue to follow the framework, they should be able to produce good results.

However, Jimmy didn't dislike it. After hearing the words of 6 Boats, his eyes suddenly flashed and he immediately said, "Please recommend to me!"

6 Zhou did not talk nonsense, and found the manuscript from his pocket.

From which academic conference the manuscript came from, he couldn't remember it. He usually used it to record inspiration, and wrote some calculations and symbols that only he could understand.

A blank piece of paper was torn off, 6 Zhou wrote the journal's name and approximate date on it, and passed it to Jimmy.

"take it."

"Thank you!"

He took the note from the 6th boat, and Jimmy stole it in his pocket.

Looking at the way he attached so much importance, 6 Zhou hoped that what he could no longer use could help him a little.

Just then, the phone in his pocket suddenly shocked twice.

Standing up, patted the swarf on the pants, 6 Zhou went to the side of the lake, and found the mobile phone in his pocket.

Xiao Ai: [Master, there is a new mail! ??】

Glancing at the pop-up window on the screen, 6 Zhou smoothly opened the link and logged into the mailbox.

Coincidentally, there were two unread messages lying in the mailbox.

One was from prx, notifying him that the peer review had ended and that the paper would be published in the latest issue of prx.

The other one is from the Institute of Plasma Physics of the Max Planck Institute ...

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