Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Lu Zhou did not think that it was only a day.

On the second night, he received an email from Mr. Francis.

Lu Zhou:? ? ?

Why can't I use it?

Is the new year of mathematics published?

Lu Zhou quickly landed on the official website of the Mathematics Annual Report, but did not find new publications.

Think about it too, the publication cycle of the annual mathematics journal is "bimonthly", also known as the bimonthly issue, which is issued every two months.

According to the date of the last publication, his paper was only officially available at the end of this month. Why can't it be used? He is still waiting to use this meeting to record the hammer head of the brain.

Just when Lu Zhou was so aggressive, a phone call came over.

A look at the screen, was called by Professor Tang, Lu Zhou pressed the button, just put the phone to the ear, have not had time to ask what is the matter, the opposite will open.

"What happened to your kid?"

After such a sudden question, Lu Zhou was embarrassed and coughed: "Do you even know?"

Originally, he didn't want to make this happen, so he didn't even talk to people at the school. As a result, he did not expect Professor Tang to know.

"What do you say, I am not jealous? Really when I am not online?" Professor Tang said with a smile.

Ok?

Listening to the tone of Lao Tang, it seems that it is not very anxious.

Just as Lu Zhou wondered if he woke up and what happened, Professor Tang continued to speak.

"To tell the truth, this thing is really a bit too big now. Wang Shuping's old man's mouth is not very strict. After he came back, he took your things and brags everywhere. What is the result of this alone? The 17-year Cole Award is affirmation. Can't run, then guess what?"

After waiting for Lu Zhou to speak, Professor Tang laughed and said.

"I didn't know how to get to the ears of several old guys in the propaganda department. Cole Awards, that's a big happy event! Now everyone's daily newspaper has written the press release, just wait. Your paper will be published at the end of the month. As a result, oh, this face can hurt."

Of course, the pain is not Lu Zhou, but the editorial department of Renren Daily.

A variety show on a local TV station has copied this thing for fun.

If this is not the case, then when it is reported, who is the name of the plaque of the prime number conjecture? If something goes wrong, it is responsible!

It is estimated that it is not just the face of the editorial department of Everyone Daily. The old guys in the Propaganda Department are afraid that their faces are not very good-looking. It is imaginable that the most ugly estimate of the face is Mr. Wang Lao of Yanda.

In any case, there are people who are unlucky.

Having said that, Professor Tang can't help but count down: "I will tell you the first time after this kind of thing, or tell Qin Dean, don't always think about solving it yourself, can the school leave you alone? If you didn't tell me about this, I really can't wait until I know!"

Lu Zhou squatted: "Ross brother?"

Professor Tang: "You brother Luo heard about this, but he did not say that he had a meeting record from the Federal Mathematical Society. Then he contacted several domestic media people with evidence to expose it. I sent an email here. Do you see how others do things? Wait a moment, you call him and thank him."

Lu Zhou immediately said: "Must, I will call you later!"

He finally understood why Mr. Francis returned to his email and said that he might not be able to use the minutes of the meeting. It turned out that someone had sent the meeting minutes to the country.

In this way, I really have to thank Xia Luo brother.

Next time I go to Princeton, I have to ask him to have a drink.

Hanging up the phone, Lu Zhou opened the phone, and looked at the brain under the collar and threatened the human flesh. Wu Yan’s brain, the powder, suddenly laughed out.

Shi Shang, who was sitting under the bed and playing with the guitar, was scared of goose bumps by the sudden laughter of Lu Zhou.

"Elbow, are you stunned again?"

“Nothing,” Lu Zhou shook his head and whispered softly. “It’s good to have a culture. You don’t have to do it yourself.”

Liu Rui, who is brushing the question, looked up and said: "What are you doing? Your problem has been solved."

Lu Zhou put the phone on the side and charged it. He returned with a sentence: "Okay."

......

TV station, meeting room.

Wu Ping’s expression is awkward.

No, to be precise, the heads of the project team at the conference table don’t look good on the face.

To be honest, things have progressed to this point, and they have already exceeded their expectations. Originally thought to be a perfect marketing, the results now look like the situation seems to be somewhat bad.

Especially Wu Ping, the mood at this moment is like being shit.

When they borrowed the video, they couldn't understand what the people on the stage were doing, but they did see the papers of the academic conference.

Although I couldn't understand the text, I could understand the abstract of the paper. The meeting was clearly a study of the distribution law of the Mason prime numbers. They still asked experts in this field.

So when Wu Yan’s agent found her with the proof paper of the twin prime guess, pointing to the thing that said Wu’s recent research results, she also searched the online prime number conjecture and found that there is no news. This conjecture has been proven, and it has not been taken care of.

The effect of the show is now, but the exercise seems to have been lost.

Sitting at the conference table, Wu Yan’s agent, Yang Feng, coughed softly and said something awkwardly.

"...Is it too big to make a big point? It’s just a program effect, and it’s not really a manuscript. Can’t talk about the serious problem of academic fraud?”

Zhang Dao said: "Why didn't you say that the process was copied?"

Yang Feng tried to appease: "Zhang Dao, we are now a shipman, not a time of quarrel. I asked Wu Yan, he admitted that he was inspired by the proof process exhibited at the academic conference, but there are many He has made changes to the details. At that time, we can say that the two people solved the world problem alone..."

"It’s useless to say that now." The assistant standing next to Zhang’s guide interrupted Yang Feng’s words and looked at Zhang Dao. “The key now is how we should solve this problem. My suggestion is to start the public relations program immediately. First, let the subject heat on the collar drop, then... Do you want to find a mathematics journal or something, give some money, let them give the proof of the guess to the first?"

Zhang Dao indulged for a while and nodded.

"It makes sense."

It’s a pity to give up a character that is hard to hold. Anyway, anyway, the other's paper has not been published, even if there is a video on the Internet, but what can be proved by a video in the district? The code rate is so low, and it is also reflective, so I can't see anything on the whiteboard.

Don't say that you have already published the magazine and you have copied it, not to mention that you have not yet published the magazine?

Really give you money to make a fake!

At this moment, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and a man in a suit walked into the conference room with a blank expression.

Zhang Yuanjie’s eyebrows picked and picked, and when he saw the person, he said, “Which department are you, here is a meeting, do I allow you to come in?”

The man ignored Zhang and dropped a document on the table.

"The notice from the above, starting today, your program has been closed and rectified."

The air in the conference room solidified for a moment.

There is no sound, as if a needle falls on the ground and can be heard clearly.

The eyes were unbelievably wide, and Zhang Yuanjie’s breathing was getting more and more urgent, and suddenly he stood up.

"What happened? Why did it stop suddenly? This is unreasonable... I, I am looking for the director to say it in person!"

It is the finals right away, and even the rehearsal is over. If it is suddenly stopped at this time, the influence on the whole program will undoubtedly be a heavy blow.

Zhang Yuanjie’s face is pale, and he can’t accept this fact anyway.

The man just looked at Zhang Yuanjie faintly.

"Don't look for it, it's useless to find anyone. This rectified document is not from your TV station, it is from the top."