Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

"Probably an illusion ..."

Looking at the task panel exuding a light golden European atmosphere, Lu Zhou shook his head hard, removed the strange feeling from his mind, and refocused on the task itself.

It is required to complete the Mars manned landing plan within the year.

This is nothing.

The manned landing was originally one of China ’s space programs this year, and a pre-project for the Mars Science Station.

As for the reward, it depends on the number of landings and the remaining mission time ...

Facing this strange reward standard, Lu Zhou couldn't help falling into silence.

If this is to throw a hundred people on it at one time, then the experience of tens of millions?

Of course, he just thought about it that way.

Not to mention the technical difficulties, risks, and the people who follow it. Taoism, even if it can really send so many people at once, the system may not allow him to gain more than 10 million experiences.

After all, the bonus bonus may increase with the number of people, but it may not increase linearly.

"In short, it's good to find a way to send people to Mars as soon as possible ... so, this task should be quite simple."

Not long ago, the Space Launch Center sent a spacecraft to cruise back in Mars orbit. Now it is only necessary to find a way to bring the life support device and throw the volunteer and the landing capsule together.

Thinking so, Lu Zhou closed the holographic panel.

Although the feeling of anxiety still lingered, it was not his style to worry about the unknown and clueless things, so he just frowned and tangled for a while, then put the matter aside.

Exiting the system space, the sky outside the window was completely dark.

Raising his watch and looking at the time, it was already more than ten o'clock in the evening, Lu Zhou was preparing to close his eyes to sleep, but found that Xiao Ai's drone was lying on the bedside table next to him and staring at him.

Hesitating, Lu Zhou asked.

"Any questions?"

Xiao Ai: [... Master, I just called over. (☆ -v-)】

Actually diverged from the topic.

Still, it matters.

"I know."

After yawning, Lu Zhou reached out and picked up his mobile phone. Looking at the dozen or so missed calls, he thought of who was making such a boring call at night.

The call was quickly connected.

Not surprisingly, Director Li's voice appeared on the phone.

"Hey? Academician Lu, I haven't slept so late."

"..."

Hearing this sentence, Lu Zhou couldn't help but grumble in his heart.

So many phones bombed, even if I fell asleep, I was afraid to be awakened.

But thinking that he hadn't slept anyway, he didn't care about it anymore, rested his head on the pillow and asked casually.

"What is it, say it."

"Haha, it's not a big deal--"

"Then I'll hang up and say it tomorrow."

"Wait, wait, wait, don't hurry, I just want to ... consult with you on one thing, it won't delay you a lot of time!"

"Then you say?"

"You've heard of space elevators--"

"beep--"

The busy tone of the phone suddenly sounded, interrupting the voice on the other side of the phone.

"Ah ... I accidentally pressed the hangup button."

Looking at the call that had been hung up, Lu Zhou whispered to himself, leaving the phone off and leaving it aside, then turned over to sleep.

At this moment, Director Li, who was far away from his home in Shangjing, was listening to the busy voice coming from his mobile phone with a grimace.

Why did you suddenly hang up?

Is the phone dead?

...

Just as Lu Zhou rolled over and fell asleep, the headquarters of the International Institute of Materials Research Association far from the Pacific Ocean was a busy scene.

Sitting in his office, Chairman Sweet is talking to the Secretary-General, Professor Meryl Finch, about the annual Academy Awards selection, while dealing with the mountain of headaches.

However, at this moment, there was a knock outside the office, and a young assistant walked in quickly, holding an unopened letter in his hand.

"Chairman, here is a letter from the Max Planck Institute."

Putting down the pen in his hand, the chairman of SWITFF cast his tired eyes on him, and asked weakly.

"What did it say?"

"The author is Professor Gerhard Eitel, the director of the Fritz Haber Institute," the envelope was opened, and the assistant glanced quickly, saying in a hesitant tone. "He was in While saying hello to you in the letter ... I hope to nominate Lu Zhou as a candidate for the annual Academy Award. "

The moment he heard this sentence, the chairman of SWITFUFF immediately pressed his forefinger and thumb to his brows with a headache, and muttered a curse in his mouth.

"Another one."

No wonder, though.

Lu Zhou's relationship with the Max Planck Society has always been good. Not only did he receive a Huffman Medal issued by the German Chemical Society, but he also cooperated with those Germans on the stellar project.

Professor Merifinch, who was standing next to him, shrugged his shoulders, and the expression on his face didn't seem to surprise the content of the letter at all.

In fact, there is nothing surprising.

Even if the past friendship is not taken into consideration, it is indeed worthwhile for the German Chemical Society to do so in terms of its academic value.

Since this time, they have received at least ten nomination letters from the top academics in material science or the organization. I hope they can include Lu Zhou's name in the selection list of this year's Association Awards.

In fact, this wasn't much of a problem.

But for Chairman Sweet, it is a headache.

Although the International Federation of Materials Research Societies is nominally a joint organization of materials societies of various countries, but because the center of the world's material science community is in Boston, this organization is actually somewhat similar in nature to imcrc, both are nominally international, but the actual There are still more cooperative organizations affected by a single country.

Under such circumstances, even if they really should seriously consider the research results of Lu Zhou, they still need to take into account the diplomatic stance of their national authorities.

What's more, they had already negotiated and planned to present this year's Association of Society annual award to Professor Colehart of Stanford University in recognition of his outstanding contribution in the field of corrosion electrochemical research in complex systems.

If Lu Zhou were killed at this time, the entire selection would become a matter of no suspense.

"You go out first."

"Okay, okay ..." Watching President Sweet wave a wave to himself, the assistant standing at the door hesitated slightly, leaving the opened letter in his hand on the cabinet next to him, Then exited the office.

The office door closed, and Secretary-General Meryl Finch, who had been silent by the side, said thoughtfully.

"It seems that our European friends seem to be dissatisfied with our little moves."

It's not an open secret to learn how to play the league ’s annual awards, either by default or by no means, and there is no good way for other societies to manipulate their selection of the award.

After all, this kind of partiality in the limited scope is really difficult to define, and it is difficult to find evidence.

Under normal circumstances, the candidates they promote are not weak, but at the same level, or in a situation that is not far from other candidates, they will be more inclined to choose North American scholars or those who intend to work in North America. .

In this way, Professor Eitel nominated Lu Zhou in the name of the Max Planck Society, which is a bit interesting.

After all, a research institution with a regional nature, such as the Max Planck Institute, is usually nominated to work in Germany, even if it is not a local scholar.

Nor can he blame him for thinking that the nomination proposed by Professor Eitel really felt a little pressure on them.

Obviously this was also thought of, and the chairman of Sweetw threw a look at him for help, and asked with a headache.

"What shall we do now?"

"If so many nomination letters are rejected, it will definitely cause dissatisfaction from other societies," Secretary-General Merifinch said after thinking for a while.

"It's impossible!" Chairman Sweet said without hesitation. "If it's someone else, it's fine, but it's a land boat ... not to mention Stanford University and Professor Colehart, Congress. Will certainly not be satisfied with our choice, "

"not necessarily."

The chairman, Sweetoff, turned to Secretary-General Meryl Finch, who spoke the sentence, and looked away, waiting for his explanation.

Without waiting for him long enough, Secretary-General Meryl Finch paused for a moment before explaining.

"Every discerning person can see that the United States has lost the space race and has chosen to compromise with China on a series of historical issues because of controlled fusion technology. Even though nasa still clings to the air and space across the Pacific Weapons are being demanded from Congress for weapons as a threat argument, but haven't you noticed that the voices of confrontation from the authorities are actually getting smaller? "

"So?"

"People have grown tired of this inconclusive confrontation, and the White House knows that it is difficult to rely on a phased victory in the confrontation to win support for itself in the short term. Successive failures will gradually lose voters. "Confidence," Secretary-General Merifinci said earnestly, looking at President Sweet, "If Lu Zhou can visit North America, this may be an opportunity to restore relations between the two countries."

Chief Sweetman frowned.

"I don't want to bring political things into academia."

"Does it still make sense to say this now? Don't forget who is supporting our funding," Secretary-General Merifinch shrugged. "Not to mention that this is not considered to bring political things into academia. With his dissertation, that quasi-Nobel prize-level achievement is not worthy of a Academy League annual award? "

"As for Stanford University and Professor Colehart, if you really care about their feelings ... I don't think it is a shame to lose to Professor Lu."

It seemed to have been persuaded, this time the chairman of Swittoff was silent for a long time.

After about five minutes, he finally spoke.

"Go over to the White House and ask for their opinions."

"If they intend to use this opportunity to restore relations with China ..."

"I believe Professor Colhart will understand our situation."