Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

It’s a pity that it’s impossible to continue to work side by side with the aerospace field. But for Houguang, it’s exactly when the chief designer of the land left the front line that he really felt it. I have grown up.

This growth is not limited to academic ability, but also to academic leadership and the management capabilities of the research team.

Once these things were done by Lu Zhou.

The chief designer of the land who led the domestic controllable fusion project is indeed very good in this respect.

However, these experiences cannot be directly transmitted to others through training, and can only grow in practice.

Sometimes Hou Guang can't help thinking, maybe it is because of this point. In order to set aside room for growth, Lu Zhou chose to retreat from the first line.

Every time I think of it, I can't help but shed tears.

In the aquarium of academia, there is such a noble feeling, and the initiative to give the opportunity to those who need it, I am afraid that it is even rarer than the giant panda.

However, if the academician of the Nuclear Industry Group, Wang Zengguang, who had worked with Lu Zhou on the controllable nuclear fusion project, knew his thoughts, he would only laugh.

Can that guy have this feeling?

Maybe there is.

But certainly not the main reason!

In addition to being not interested in power, the most fundamental reason is probably lazy.

Anyone who knows Lu Zhou knows that this guy has never been in an area for too long, even if it is his favorite mathematics. When he has done a research in the direction of no opponent, or no room for improvement, He will immediately jump out of this comfort zone and create even greater miracles in new areas.

When the guy left the position of the chief architect of the nuclear fusion project, what did he write on the letter to the center?

Aside from the euphemistic wording, the core ideas are nothing more than two.

Controllable nuclear fusion has been made, I have to play a research topic to play.

When the chief designer is so tired, you have to send someone to manage it...

......

"Auntie!"

On the highway.

Sitting in the back of the car looking at the scenery of the Lu Zhou, suddenly sneezed without warning.

Wang Peng, who was sitting in front of the car, looked at the rearview mirror and asked a sentence.

"Is the air conditioner low?"

"No, no, this temperature can be..." He licked his nose, and Lu Zhou said, "Who is thinking about my handsomeness," he turned his attention back to his knees. That paper.

This paper is the paper that Luo Wenxuan showed him last week.

The only difference is that although it is the same content, it is not the same person who gave it to him.

In fact, Lu Zhou originally did not want to see this thing. It can be seen from the abstract part. This kind of theoretical speculation can not solve the existing problems, nor can it completely physics the unknown phenomenon. Explain that there is no value at all for research.

What he didn't expect was that this guy actually submitted the paper to prl. What made him even more thought was that Prl actually sent him a reviewer and asked him to help him review the manuscript.

Because of the double-blind principle, Luo Shixi probably would not have thought that his paper was sent to his younger brother.

In line with the principle of "family ugly inconvenience and external promotion", Lu Zhou finally accepted the invitation of prl's review and drafted the paper and brought it to the body. As for why he is on the highway at the moment, it is natural to go home for the New Year.

In fact, strictly speaking, there is still one or two weeks from the Chinese New Year. According to the original plan, Lu Zhou is also planning to go back a few days before.

But in the past few days, people often find his office, have questions, and have gifts. In short, they are all brainstorming people, which makes him annoyed.

Although such a thing has happened in previous years, this year, because the examination arrangement was compressed to the end of the year, the people who looked for him also got together.

In addition, there are still some faculty and staff who have found him for the end of the year and want to ask him to do things. The large office can not accommodate a quiet desk.

After the change of the volume of things to He Changwen, Lu Zhou simply went home early in the New Year.

As for why drive back.

It is natural to have a car in the New Year.

In fact, he originally wanted to drive back to the sports car, but the compact space was not suitable for long journeys, so he changed to the black red flag that the country gave him under the advice of Wang Peng.

Also custom-made, this model has a larger rear space and is more comfortable. It can be worn even if you are sitting down. It is suitable for long distances. As for the purple electric max coupe, in addition to being used for loading, the long distance is really tormenting itself.

This is a fate, and there is still a heart in Lu Zhou.

"The Minkowski space theory is very deep in understanding. Unfortunately, the mathematics skills are still a little worse... Is this guy really a student brought out by Mr. Witten?"

It's not just a matter of calculation. The most fundamental problem is still logical self-consistency.

For the field of theoretical physics, mathematics is important, but not decisive.

For some scholars who only use basic mathematics tools, they can also create new theories. For example, Frank Welzek, who had a short cooperation with Lu Zhou, did not use theoretical research in the field of quark particles. Too deep mathematical theory.

A physicist like Edward Witten who was able to invent his own mathematical tools and took the Fields Medal was, after all, a minority.

Obviously, the mistakes in Luo’s brother’s thesis are not only on the issue of calculation, but on the most fundamental logic. This kind of hot-selling manuscript can only be called if it can pass.

Shaking his head with a smile, Lu Zhou commented on a review of the manuscript at the end of the paper with a ballpoint pen.

【Fail】

Thought of drafting?

nonexistent.

Don't talk about the problems in the paper itself...

If you say that, you can't let him eat the table.

Throwing the paper on one side, Lu Zhou looked at the scenery that flew outside the window of the car, and suddenly asked.

"Where are we going?"

Wang Peng, holding the steering wheel, replied with a sentence.

“There are still 10 kilometers to pass through Jiangcheng.”

Lu Zhou nodded, just at this moment, suddenly remembered one thing.

“Speaking of the newly established fifth semiconductor industry group, the E-Semiconductor Industrial Base is located on the outskirts of Jiangcheng?”

Wang Peng gave a slight sigh, and did not know why Lu Zhou talked about this with himself.

However, it is also because of work reasons to know the inside of him, or to point.

"Well... remember to be in the eastern suburbs of Jiangcheng."

Is it in the eastern suburbs of Jiangcheng?

The legendary center of the universe, Guanggu East...

I think of the fifth-largest semiconductor industry group that is in full swing, and then think of Chen Yushan and the carbon-based semiconductor production base jointly established by him and Warwick Group. It seems that Lu Zhou suddenly made a whim.

"Let's go and see."

"it is good."

Although it was a surprise that Lu Zhou made a sudden decision, Wang Peng did not talk nonsense. He skillfully changed the lane with the steering wheel and opened the direction of the expressway exit.

He has been driving Lu Zhou for so many years, and he can be said to be quite familiar with the nature of this big man.

Being casual has almost become a normal state.

This is true both in life and in research.

It’s like going home this time, just telling him when he left, and didn’t make advance arrangements.

As a good driver, he has long been used to it.

However, although Wang Peng is used to it, some people do not...

Just at the exit of Jiangling Expressway, which is more than two hundred kilometers away from Jiangcheng, a group of people are in the cold wind, waiting for the trembling...