Reborn and become a Great Scientist

Chapter 115 63 Benefits of the Privileged Class

Chen Muwu was a little embarrassed.

Because no matter whether it was at Cambridge University or in Cavendish Laboratory, he was surrounded by all old men, and basically he could not see girls of the same age.

At this point, Chen Muwu had to seriously criticize his teacher Rutherford.

What he did was not as good as Bohr. He only cared about finding a good son-in-law for himself and married his only daughter to Fowler, but he completely ignored the other older single men in the laboratory.

In contrast, Bohr married a good wife with a good wife and mother.

Margaret was very enthusiastic to introduce local Danish girls to every young man who came to the Copenhagen Institute, in order to keep them firmly under her husband's hands.

Now a young and beautiful girl suddenly appeared in front of him, and she even said that she wanted to take a picture with him, which really shocked Chen Muwu.

Are Belgian girls so enthusiastic and proactive?
Or is he already famous for his contributions to physics and astronomy, and even has his fans in Brussels, Belgium?

De Broglie was still standing aside, waiting to see his joke with a malicious expression on his face.

After reacting, Chen Muwu immediately acted like a gentleman. He just took a photo and it didn't affect him.

After all, he is the first fan to meet him, so naturally he should treat him well.

Chen Muwu nodded to her with a smile, and pointed to the camera not far away.

Then he waved his hand and called out to the photographer, "Excuse me, take another picture for us."

The two stood side by side, and took a photo with the lawn and the big trees behind them as the background.

"Merci, monsieur Chen!"

After the photographer indicated to the two that the photo had been taken, the girl said something in French to Chen Muwu.

Chen Muwu probably understood this sentence, he knew that the first word was "thank you".

The second is the French word for "sir" that De Broglie occasionally blurts out.

And the third one was his own surname, Chen.

After saying this, the girl seemed to be blushing and ran away from his side, leaving a bewildered Chen Muwu stunned in place.

"Chen, do you know who that girl was?" De Broglie asked with a smile.

Chen Muwu didn't understand, so: "Her? Isn't she the girl who played the piano for everyone at the practice banquet yesterday?"

"Yes, your memory is very good! But what I want to ask you is, do you know her name?"

Chen Muwu shook his head.

"Her name is Eve Denise Curie. She is the youngest daughter of Mrs. Curie. She is still a student at Sevigne College. It is estimated that she just has some time this year, so she and her mother, Mrs. Curie Get up for a meeting in Brussels, and have a few days of fun by the way."

Hearing De Broglie say this name, Chen Muwu was a little surprised.

Before he learned of this fact, he never connected Ive with Mrs. Curie.

After all, the girl just now had brown hair, while Madame Curie had blonde hair.

But after what De Broglie said, Chen Muwu thought about it carefully, and felt that there were indeed a few similarities between Ave and her mother's eyebrows and eyes.

Pierre and Marie have two daughters in total. The eldest daughter, Irena, married the assistant of the old Mrs. Curie, Frederick Joliot.

After the two got married, in order to pass on the great surname of Curie, the young couple changed their surname to Joliot-Curie, which is commonly known as the little Curie couple by later generations.

Of course, Frederick is still studying for a doctorate under Langevin, and has not been introduced to Madame Curie as an assistant.

As an aside, Helen Joliot-Curie, the daughter of the Curies and his wife, later married his colleague Michel Langevin.

These two people, one is the granddaughter of Madame Curie, and the other is the grandson of Langevin.

Chen Muwu remembered that he once read "The Biography of Madame Curie".

The author of this biography is the Eve Curie just now.

Ai Fu was born in 1904, a little over two years younger than Chen Muwu.

As de Broglie said, Eve, who is less than 20 years old, is currently studying at the Sévigné Academy in Paris.

Although this school is called a college, it is actually just a high school. After graduation, students can obtain a unique French diploma, a bachelor's degree.

This degree is between a high school diploma and a bachelor's degree, and is almost equivalent to a college preparatory course for later generations.

The Curie couple and the Curie couple, these four are scientists devoted to radioactive research. Each of them has won the Nobel Prize, and Mrs. Curie has won two.

However, unlike her parents, sister and brother-in-law, the youngest daughter Ave did not embark on the path of science.

Eve has shown great talent in art since she was a child, especially in piano performance. Although she is young, she has already held piano recitals in Paris, other provinces and neighboring Belgium.

That's why she performed the piano in public at yesterday's practice banquet, and the melody was so beautiful.

Of course Chen Muwu didn't know the truth behind the above things, he was just thinking, why did Eve Curie come to take a photo with him?

Just when Chen Muwu was feeling a little troubled like the young Werther described by Goethe, the teacher Rutherford, who was chatting with others, took out his pocket watch to check the time, and then suddenly called his name.

"Chen, hurry up, we're leaving soon!"

"Okay, Director, I'll be right there!"

Chen Muwu, De Broglie and Blackett, the two friends who were about to part, shook hands and said a few words of farewell.

Blackett is okay, he just went to the University of Göttingen for a year on exchange.

It's just that the next time I see De Broglie, I don't know when it will be.

Chen Muwu took out the autographed letter again, and asked Langevin to send it to Einstein who was far away in Germany.

Then he trotted all the way to Rutherford and Old Bragg.

After the Solvay meeting ended, there were only three of them returning to the UK from Brussels, so the organizer bought their return tickets together.

Because it was paid by the Belgians, their return route this time is no longer from Brussels south to Paris and then to Calais, but directly north to Antwerp, from where the three of them will go directly to England by boat.

……

The voyage from Belgium to England was much longer than from France, so the time Chen Muwu spent on the boat in a daze was longer than when he came here.

The English Channel tonight was fairly calm, Chen Muwu let go of his long-hanging heart, boredom is boring, but he won't get seasick.

But Rutherford didn't want his good student to enjoy the leisure time. Even though there were many strange passengers on board, he still went his own way and said in that iconic loud voice: "Chen, have you finished your theoretical paper?"

"No, Director, I haven't written yet, but it's already in here." Chen Muwu stretched out his hand and patted himself on the head with some pride, "I plan to use a typewriter to type the text as soon as I get back to the laboratory. Come out and send it to the Annals of Physics."

But what he ushered in was not the teacher's praise, but Rutherford's reprimand: "Your paper, first, is not a long speech, and second, there are no pictures and data. It is a short and exquisite pure theoretical paper. Do you have to use a typewriter?" Can't it be typed out?
"If it were me, I could write it overnight on the ship tonight, and when I arrive in London tomorrow, I will send it directly to "Nature" weekly!"

Although Rutherford didn't speak clearly, Chen Muwu already knew what he was going to do on the boat tonight.

He found a quiet corner, took out a pen and a notebook, and began to handwrite this paper on the incompatibility principle letter by letter on the slightly shaking boat.

Rutherford on the side was smoking a pipe, chatting with Old Prague, who was holding a cigar, while puffing.

"Ernest, I plan to write to the Nobel Prize in Physics jury this year to nominate your talented student. If he can win the award this year, you will have another one besides Bohr. The students get that medal you don't get," joked Old Bragg.

Rutherford obviously heard the sarcasm in his words: "Tch, isn't it just a physics award? If I want to win it, it's as easy as snatching a piece of candy from a child!"

But he also knew that he was just being stubborn.

Since taking over from teacher Old Thomson and becoming the director of the Cavendish Laboratory, Rutherford has devoted all his work to the management of the laboratory.

He has never personally participated in any experimental project. The experiment that bombarded nitrogen atoms with alpha particles to get protons five years ago was the last experiment he did in recent years.

However, after hearing that Old Prague said that he would nominate Chen Muwu for the Nobel Prize, Rutherford also became interested.

So far, he has taught two Nobel Prize students, Soddy, who won the Chemistry Prize in 1921, and Bohr, who won the Physics Prize in 1922.

Since Rutherford took over Cavendish, so far, only one chemistry award has been awarded in the laboratory, Aston.

However, Aston was experimenting with old Thomson, and it really had nothing to do with Lu.

Fortunately, God (is this God surnamed Eddington?) sent himself a "gift" Chen Muwu.

Although I have no hope for a physics prize, if there are a few more Nobel Prizes in physics in the Cavendish laboratory, wouldn't it still mean that he is well managed?
It seems that after returning to the laboratory, I should also write a few more letters to find someone, and ask them to help me name Chen Muwu.

No matter how many nominations there are, it is actually useless. At best, it is just a pressure effect.

If the gentlemen of the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences still refused to nod regardless of their life and death, as they did in the years when they rejected Einstein, then no matter how much preparation they made, they would be nothing.

……

When the sky was getting brighter, the ship finally sailed into the port of Dover in England.

After disembarking, Rutherford and Old Prague passed the British customs smoothly.

Because both of them were knighted, they even made it to the front of the line.

As for Chen Muwu, who had dark circles under his eyes, he could only stand at the end of the line of foreigners again, waiting for the people in front of him to suffer from the difficulties of the customs masters one by one, and finally it was his turn to accept the difficulties.

Rutherford, who hadn't seen his student figure for a long time, went back and forth.

"Chen, why are you still queuing here?"

"Director, I can't help it. I'm a foreigner. According to British rules, I can only do this."

"I remember you joined the Royal Astronomical Society? Where's your badge? With the title of royal honor, you have a series of privileges, you know?"

"This... No one has ever told me. I thought it was useless, so I left the badge in Cambridge, and I didn't bring it this time."

"Oh, you!"

Rutherford shook his head helplessly, motioned for Chen Muwu to follow him, and led him to the customs.

The customs staff recognized this little old man with a mustache as a nobleman, so he had no choice but to turn a blind eye to this kind of queue-jumping behavior.

After Rutherford showed his ID again, he took Chen Muwu and quickly passed the customs again.

It was only then that Chen Muwu realized the benefits of the privileged class. This time, the customs only checked his passport in a pretentious manner. No one opened his suitcase to check, and no doctor went out of his way to check his body.

He sighed in his heart, no wonder everyone wants to be an aristocrat
It seems that the badge of the Royal Astronomical Society must be carried with me in the future!

(End of this chapter)