Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Like this top-class wealthy area, any new car access is required to register.

Especially since Lu Zhou lived here, the security level of the whole community has risen by more than one level, and even the security of the scenic area next to it is much better.

Even Lu Zhou’s own car is no exception in the program.

Turning the key, Wang Peng, who stopped the car, pushed the door open and felt a message after getting off the bus.

"This car is stable enough."

Because of the work, he also opened a lot of cars, whether it is a high-class imported car and a custom-made domestic car, but this one gives him the feeling, at least can be ranked in the top three.

Considering that this is still a pure electric car that has not been developed for many years, it is even more rare to do this.

After moving down the shoulder, Lu Zhou, standing at the door of the car, smiled and said: "That must be."

Wang Peng: "Not cheap?"

Lu Zhou: "I don't know if it's cheap, but the world is probably like this one..."

Wang Peng was silent for a while and said with emotion.

"Poverty limits my imagination."

Upon hearing this sentence, Lu Zhou suddenly smiled and said: "You will pretend to be you, even tens of millions of tanks have been opened, a coupe is awkward."

Wang Peng touched his nose and said with a dry cough.

"I really didn't drive the tank. At most, I took the ride..."

Lu Zhou: "..."

Yes.

He just said casually, I didn't expect this guy to actually sit in the tank.

It is said that Lu Zhou was suddenly curious. Before he was a bodyguard, what kind of life did this guy live?

Turning the car key in his hand, Wang Peng looked at Lu Zhou and asked: "I have to register for the vehicle. It may take five or six minutes. Are you waiting for me here, or are you going back?"

When you get to the neighborhood, there is nothing wrong with security work.

The whole community is now afraid of being the safest place in Jinling, not to mention the intelligence personnel of other countries, that is, the kind of flies that cannot fly in.

"I will go back on my own. I will remember to pick me up tomorrow. I have no other arrangements at night. I don't need a car."

Wang Peng nodded and said, "That line, I will go straight back in a while."

"No problem... I don't think it would be too far off to change my car. It's almost enough." Half of the story, Lu Zhou was still not at ease, and he slammed it again.

Looking at the tension of the boat, Wang Peng said with a smile: "You can rest assured, I promise to be like when I drive away, what it looks like when I come back."

"I can remember this sentence!"

Finally, reluctantly looked at his cool-looking coupe, which was just arrived, Lu Zhou turned and walked in the direction of his villa.

When I got home, I threw the windbreaker on the sofa, looked at Xiao Ai, who was floating in the air, and reached out and licked its monitor. After telling him to make a cup of coffee for himself, Lu Zhou walked toward the study on the second floor. .

It’s been a while since his paper was uploaded, in the mathematics world where gossip is scarce, and I’m afraid that it’s already full of the world.

But what he cares about is not what others say, but the opinions of the "Year of Mathematics".

Although the general review process will not be so fast, but his manuscript is directly sent to the editorial department's mailbox, not the general review process, and the results will soon be seen.

I checked the mailbox on the computer and I was lying in an unread mail.

There was no accident, and the mail was sent by the editorial department of the Mathematics Yearbook.

Dear Professor Lu, hello. We have received your manuscript and thank you for choosing this journal to publish this amazing research. At present, the manuscript has entered the peer review process, but you know that there are not many scholars who are engaged in research in this field and have academically authoritative results. We are contacting the appropriate reviewers for you. If the situation is successful, we will notify you of the review of the manuscript in the next stage. 】

Regarding the research direction of the critical band direction, there has been no progress for a century. Even if there are several people studying Riemann's conjecture, few people will choose this direction as the entry point.

However, quite unfortunately, this thing is quite important in the field of analytical mathematics, otherwise it will not be called the quasi-Riemann conjecture.

It may be somewhat difficult to understand what is said. In short, if a scholar can solve this problem, he will undoubtedly get one of the ten Fields Prizes that Riemann conjectured "equivalent".

Moreover, it is still the biggest one.

For a century, no one has been able to move the right side of the critical zone to the left, even if it is a little bit, so many people desperately think that this proof is not working, but now someone will re(s) = 1 Shift to the left as re(s)=1-e(e→0), which proves that the boundary of the critical band can move inward!

what does this mean?

For the average person, it may be just an unobtrusive news.

But for the mathematics world, it is tantamount to discovering the New World!

It is also because of this, it is not easy to find a reviewer.

Considering the academic status of Luzhou itself and the connections in the academic world, at least one scholar who is less than him should be found, and from the suspicion, he has to avoid Princeton University where he once worked, and those who have personal relationships with him. Closer scholars...

As a result, it seems that only the temperamental Professor Faltins is best suited to be the reviewer. And just the research field of Professor Faltins covers both the algebraic geometry and the analytical number theory...

However, although he is the most suitable reviewer, it depends on whether he has time.

After all, picking up such a big proposition is a very troublesome thing in itself...

"I hope Mr. Faltins can take time out."

At this time, the door of the study was lightly opened, and a four-rotor drone swayed with steaming coffee with the mechanical claws at the bottom.

"Master, your coffee." [(??????)??]

"Let me put it on the table."

"Okay, master." [(?????)]

The drone landed steadily on the corner of the desk, and after dropping the coffee cup, it floated out of the study.

Looking at the string of words [Please slow down (*/\*)] from the lower right corner of the computer, Lu Zhou couldn’t help but smile, and reached for the coffee cup and took a sip.

“Thank you, it’s delicious.”

Putting the coffee on the table, Lu Zhou dragged the finished mail into the recycle bin.

Just as he was preparing to close the mailbox, continuing his unfinished research and continuing to approach e's value towards 1/2 of the ultimate goal, an unread e-mail suddenly flew into his inbox.

Slightly stunned, Lu Zhou opened the mail.

When he saw the familiar address, he subconsciously held his breath for half a second.

[Professor, are you studying Riemann's conjecture? 】