I Exchange For Black Technology By Blowing Up The Bully

Song He raised his eyebrows slightly, and me?

He listened carefully with a sense of secret pleasure, but as he listened, the smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared.

Unexpectedly, DeWitt talked about a very heavy topic.

"Young scholar Song He, many people may have heard of it, successfully proved the Dalingal conjecture, and derived the conjecture of Song He manifold." DeWitt introduced.

"This year, many of the world's top mathematics schools are working on conquering the Song He manifold. Judging from the papers published so far, the Song He manifold is unexpectedly complex! I think once this direction is completed, many students may be trained in the future. A Fields Medal, becoming a new field!"

"As we all know, some of the top mathematical problems that have troubled the mathematics community for decades were finally solved, often because the right key was found."

"Currently, there are two sets of theories that are most likely to become new master keys, one is my DeWitt conjecture, and the other is the Song He manifold."

"The advantage of two keys is that they provide more possibilities, but the disadvantage is also very obvious, that is, if you try the wrong key, it may cause cutting-edge mathematics to take a detour." DeWitt's tone became solemn.

"Perhaps in the long history, it is just a small twist in the development of mathematics, but for us, especially for the young and middle-aged mathematicians here, it is likely to be a wasted life, and may even determine the future generation of young mathematicians. Home is some of the babies crying in hospital delivery rooms around the world right now."

"This is by no means alarmist, I experienced this when I was young."

"When I first entered college, I was not the most talented person. There were many outstanding classmates who were smarter and harder working than me. But at that time, they chose the mainstream mathematics direction, while I chose the side-line direction. In the end, I was lucky enough to get Fields. But my outstanding classmates had to start all over again, wasting at least twenty years."

“Therefore, the sense of smell in choosing the academic route is very important!”

"The key to the current issue is whether we should call on more scholars to study DeWitt's conjecture or let more scholars study Song He manifolds?" DeWitt looked around the audience.

The entire lecture hall was extremely silent, and the birds could be heard outside the window.

The faces of the scholars were serious, and the group of people looked at each other, feeling a little heavy and nervous.

"Let's do a small survey first. Please listen to my instructions and raise your hands." DeWitt said.

"If you are studying the DeWitt conjecture, or if your colleagues and classmates are studying the DeWitt conjecture, please raise your hand!"

With the sound of cheering, about 40 people in the entire lecture hall raised their hands, and their arms were like a forest, which was quite spectacular.

"If you are studying Song He manifolds, or if your colleagues and classmates are studying Song He manifolds, please raise your hand!" DeWitt asked again.

There was another intertwining of arms, and about 10% of people raised their hands.

"Okay, thank you!" DeWitt showed a pleased smile, "It's similar to what I know. The number of people who focus on DeWitt's conjecture is about four to five times the number of people who study Song He manifolds."

"If you ask me which of the two keys has greater hope, I will naturally lean towards my DeWitt conjecture. I don't know much about the Song He manifold, so I won't make an evaluation."

DeWitt changed the PPT page and continued to talk about the progress of other mathematicians.

Song He frowned slightly, worried.

He could understand this situation. Choosing an academic direction was a matter of life and death, and DeWitt was one of the most authoritative people in mathematics today, and he must have many followers.

It is not easy for the Song He manifold to reach today's research scale. I am afraid that it is largely due to Deng Puhe's propaganda.

DeWitt also seems to want to expand his influence. Although he did not say it explicitly, the hint is almost becoming explicit.

On a large platform and occasion like the World Mathematics Summit, DeWitt blatantly uses his personal influence to influence the development direction of the entire mathematics community, which seems a bit willful.

But Song He couldn't say anything. Firstly, the rules of the academic circle were like this. Secondly, he was actually not sure about the prospects of Song He's manifold. He just felt a little unhappy, which was understandable.

…

Half past six in the evening.

On the outskirts of Basong City, Fengze Garden.

DeWitt's dinner party was very authentic, and he paid for the dinner out of his own pocket.

Song He thought that he would just find a restaurant to eat, but when he arrived at the parking lot, he knew that he had underestimated DeWitt. Looking at the brightly colored luxury cars in the parking lot, even those with less than seven figures were too embarrassed to drive in.

Fengze Garden sounds unremarkable, but it is a large-scale antique garden. The winding bluestone road passes through the banana forest, crabapple and nandina bamboo, leading to the eight-story Dougong ancient building. As the night falls, the lights go up to the terrace, and the aroma of wine and food , music and lights rushed into the night sky together, and the entire restaurant lit up the nearby bamboo forest like a torch reaching the sky.

Going upstairs along the wooden stairs, there is a small gold-inlaid jade squatting on the red-painted handrail of each floor. The windows are made of thin white shells. They are as grand as the mansions of ancient princes and ministers, and the specifications are almost treasonous. , the emperor must raise troops to attack after seeing it.

Song He was almost embarrassed. His wig and beard were sloppy, and he came wearing sportswear worth hundreds of dollars, which was incompatible with the high-end environment.

Fortunately, when he went upstairs, he met a diner wearing slippers and a white vest. He looked calm like a nouveau riche, and his embarrassment immediately disappeared.

When we arrived at the room, two other young talents had already arrived and sat on the same side of the table.

Galois was wearing a rather formal tuxedo. He was anxiously trying the chopsticks on the table and awkwardly practicing holding cups. He had probably never been to such a luxurious Oriental restaurant, nor had he ever dined with the Emperor of Mathematics.

Catalina is wearing a purple silk skirt and has a layer of fine hair on her arms. She is holding up her mobile phone to take a selfie.

"Hello!" Song He came in and said hello, then sat on the other side of the long table.

"Hello." Galois nodded cautiously, leaning forward as if he wanted to stand up and shake hands, but sat back after hesitating.

Catalina immediately stood up and ran to Song He with excitement and sat down next to her. Her eyes were shining and she looked him up and down.

Song He had a weird look on his face and winked wildly. He had promised to pretend not to know him? Isn't your excitement about meeting old friends too obvious?

"Tang Jiang, right? I have long admired your name!" Catalina stretched out her hand.

"You're too polite, I am a nobody." Song He shook hands with her, "I have admired you for a long time!"

Catalina suddenly reached out and wanted to grab Song He's beard.

Song He was stunned and leaned back in horror, "Ms. Catalina, isn't this impolite?"

"I'm just curious. It's rare to see a bearded man these days." Catalina smiled mischievously.

Galois's eyes across from him were confused. He came ten minutes early and talked to Caterina several times, but she ignored him. Why did she sit over and start to attack an unknown person like Tang Jiang when he came over?

After pondering for a moment, Galois looked at Tang Jiang's big beard seriously, and then touched his smooth chin and cheeks thoughtfully.

Catalina wanted to talk about something else, but the door to the room opened again, and DeWitt's voice came in:

"Sorry, sorry! I'm late!"