Reborn and become a Great Scientist

Chapter 334 73 Tutor Chen Muwu

Perhaps at the beginning, Wittgenstein just accepted Ramsey's invitation, wanting to get away from the construction site of his sister's house in Austria, come to Cambridge University in the summer, visit his former teachers and classmates, and spend another short time. Just a vacation.

But by chance, at a gathering of the Apostolic Society, he met Chen Muwu, who had become very popular in the world of physics, science and philosophy in recent years.

Then, because of his discussion with Dr. Chen on a causal theory issue that was both philosophical and physical, Wittgenstein became interested in quantum mechanics, so he temporarily changed his plans and extended his stay at Cambridge University. .

These days, Wittgenstein has been staying in his residence, studying the quantum mechanics lecture notes that Chen Muwu sent to him earlier, which gathered the wisdom of young talents in Cavendish Laboratory and even European physics.

Today, Chen Muwu's visit was not to provide "after-sales service", to ask Wittgenstein whether he encountered any problems while reading, and to answer his academic questions.

——Of course, if Wittgenstein has questions, Chen Muwu still has to answer them.

Although their quantum mechanics textbook is filled with a large number of mathematical formulas and calculations, it is not friendly to physics majors.

However, Chen Muwu felt that this was a strong man who could produce several volumes of Ken Russell's tome "Principles of Mathematics".

Reading an introductory book for physics students, it should be extremely simple and easy for Wittgenstein.

In fact, Chen Muwu came here for another purpose.

Chen Muwu, who was welcomed into the house by his host and sat on the sofa, got straight to the point: "Mr. Wittgenstein, are you getting used to these days in Cambridge? Is there anything you need?"

Although Wittgenstein had studied philosophy with Russell at Trinity College ten years ago, Chen Muwu, who wanted to ask for help, still behaved like a local host and was very attentive.

"Dr. Chen, thank you for your concern. Everything is normal."

Wittgenstein also responded politely.

"How is the food? I think Britain, as a long-established imperialist power, relies on plundering resources and accumulating capital in colonies around the world. This continuous blood transfusion makes the people here really prosperous.

"But there is only one thing that is not good, and that is that the British cook is really not very good. - Even though they brought all kinds of weird but expensive spices from colonies around the world .

"If you have time, I can invite you to my home in London to have a serious Chinese meal. I don't know if Chinese food will suit your appetite, but I guarantee that it will be better than what you can eat in the UK." These dishes are much better.”

If you want to quickly get closer to a foreigner in the UK, complaining about the unpalatable and "novel" dishes here is undoubtedly a good choice.

Chen Muwu suddenly talked about British food, not just on a whim.

Because not long ago, something very ridiculous happened to him.

After returning to Cambridge from Italy, Oppenheimer, who was busy writing his graduation thesis one day, once again invited Chen Muwu to eat some excellent "good food" in his dormitory at Christ's College.

And he still remained mysterious as always, not even telling Chen Muwu what this good thing was until he died.

This reminded Chen Muwu subconsciously that just last time, Americans made the same remarks and ended up eating canned spinach that was so soft and mushy that the shape of the spinach was not even visible.

But that time, Oppenheimer patted his chest and promised that the food this time would definitely not be like the last time, but the food they had eaten in China.

It was because of the word "China" that Chen Muwu was deceived again. He felt as if he had not brought Oppenheimer anything unpalatable to eat when he returned to China.

He followed Oppenheimer to Christian College with suspicion. What he prepared that time was actually a soup pot sitting on the stove that was still steaming from the gap in the lid. He didn't know what was cooking in it." gourmet food".

After Oppenheimer extinguished the open flame on the stove, brought the soup pot from above to the dining table, and opened the lid, Chen Muwu finally saw what he was going to eat that night.

In a pot of milky white soup, onions and tripe are stewed.

After opening the lid of the pot, Oppenheimer also poured some pepper into it.

“This is a British dish I just discovered recently. The tripe used in it is something we have eaten in China, right?
"Although the dish called 'Couple's Lung' has a little too much chili pepper, it tastes very good and the taste is just right.

“I happened to see someone selling tripe in the market in Cambridgeshire today, so I bought some specially. I also asked the store how to cook it in the UK, and then I learned this authentic British traditional cooking method.

"I feel that the core of the delicacies of all countries in the world are all integrated. Isn't there a saying in China? It's called 'digest food with its original soup'. When you see it here in the UK, it becomes The tripe is boiled with milk, all things that come from cows.”

Well, when Zhou Yu hits Huang Gai, one is willing to hit and the other is willing to suffer.

When I got to Oppenheimer, one person really dared to teach and the other really dared to learn.

If you put some mushrooms in the milk, he won't say anything.

But how can this tripe boiled in milk be regarded as the original soup?
Isn’t it a darker dish than the previous canned spinach?

Anyway, Chen Muwu just picked up two pieces of tripe and put it into his mouth that day - it felt like chewing milk-flavored leather shoes - and then he hurriedly left Oppenheimer in Christ on the pretext that he had something else to do. Accommodation in the college.

He decided that he would resolutely reject Oppenheimer's dark gourmet invitations from now on. Even if he said he was going to treat himself to delicacies, abalone, lobster and the like, he would definitely not attend the banquet.

As for after Oppenheimer graduated with his doctorate, Chen Muwu persuaded him not to stay in the UK and do useless work, but to return to a university in the United States to find a job as a professor. This was similar to the fact that Oppenheimer often invited him to eat dark dishes before. Whether it is related or not, no one can say that it is not good.

"Thank you for your kindness, Dr. Chen," Wittgenstein smiled and nodded to Chen Muwu, "If I have time, I will definitely visit you at home.

"Thank you for worrying about my diet in the UK, but recently I only eat things that are relatively simple to cook, such as bread, milk and coffee."

When he heard the word milk, a wave of bad memories came to Chen Muwu's mind again.Wash the tripe and cook it in milk.

Isn’t this cooking method simple?

But it can achieve an unexpected and unpalatable effect.

However, he came to Wittgenstein today not to discuss with him whether there is delicious food in Britain. He started by talking about food issues, just to be polite and to make himself less blunt when raising the topic.

"Mr. Wittgenstein, do you know about the World Congress of Philosophy?"

Wittgenstein nodded: "I still know this. This conference was suspended for many years because of the world war, and it was not resumed until a few years ago.

"It seems that the venue of the conference last year was Harvard University in Boston, USA. I was in Austria at the time, so I didn't attend. The time and place of the next conference should be three years later, in 1930, right under our feet in Cambridge. On university land.

"Dr. Chen, what do you mean by suddenly saying this? Do you also want to participate in the next World Philosophy Congress?"

"No, no, no, I'm just taking this conference as an example." Chen Muwu didn't want to attend the Laoshizi Philosophy Conference. He just chatted with Wittgenstein in front of him for a few hours a few days ago. After listening to all sorts of nonsense, I felt dizzy, "The World Philosophical Congress is a gathering of philosophers from all over the world to discuss issues of mutual concern and to look forward to the future development direction of philosophy.

“In every discipline, there is also a similar conference, the one in mathematics is called the ‘International Congress of Mathematicians’, the one in astronomy is called the ‘General Assembly of the International Astronomical Union’… but in physics, The name of this conference is not the 'World Physical Congress', because the conference was sponsored by the Belgian Solvay, the giant in the alkali production industry who invented the ammonia-alkali process, so the name of the conference was called the Solvay Conference, and the location was also chosen. In Brussels, the capital of Belgium.”

"I've heard it, but Dr. Chen, what do you mean by telling me this? Do you want to invite me to attend this Solvay Conference?"

A somewhat puzzled Wittgenstein made a joke.

Chen Muwu borrowed his donkey and said, "That's exactly it, Mr. Wittgenstein.

"I was still thinking about how I should talk to you about this matter so that it would be less abrupt. I didn't expect you to bring it up yourself.

"Then it's settled. Don't be in a hurry to go back these days. Stay at Cambridge University for a while. In October, you will go to Brussels with us to attend the new Solvay Conference.

"After the meeting is over, you will go back to Austria directly from Belgium. How about this arrangement?"

Chen Muwu's performance was really generous. Wittgenstein was only half-joking and half-asking, and he immediately agreed on his behalf.

As expected, his move had some effect. Wittgenstein's first reaction was not to refuse, but to ask: "Dr. Chen, what do you mean by this? I am not even a physicist, let alone a physicist." You can't even compare to professional students, so how can you attend a gathering of the world's top physicists? You are probably just telling a joke."

Wittgenstein was still stepping down the steps for Chen Muwu. Unfortunately, the man opposite him only wanted to trick him into attending the Solvay Conference and turned a blind eye to the steps in front of him.

"I'm right, Mr. Wittgenstein. Haven't you been studying quantum mechanics at Cambridge University recently? I think a few days, or most of the time, for the upcoming conference will be devoted to discussing quantum mechanics." Mechanics thing.

"Last time you and I had a great conversation on the matter of causality at the Apostolic Society, and we had a more in-depth exchange of opinions. We both believed that whether it was causality or an attempt to use causality to deny quantum mechanics, it was incorrect."

"Yes, indeed."

Seeing that Wittgenstein had fallen into the trap, Chen Muwu put on a sad expression again: "But the crux of the problem is here. You and I both think he is incorrect, but among physicists, there are many that the theory of causality is correct.—None of them were Hume's students.

"We have discussed the matter between quantum mechanics and causality many times before, but no matter whether it is every time we meet or exchange letters between each other, no one can convince the other. We all think that we insist on the views Makes sense.

"That's why I want to invite you to the Solvay Conference. I hope you can start from a philosopher's point of view and see if you can convince those old diehards who are still stubborn."

Chen Muwu still did not directly say the name of the most stubborn among the old diehards.

But I guess even if he said it, Wittgenstein wouldn't be too surprised.

After all, he is also a ruthless person, and he once went to Linz, Austria with another ruthless art student who "overall evaluation: mixed reviews; historical evaluation: a lot of negative reviews; recent evaluation: particularly favorable" who is a strong oil remover. I was a middle school classmate in Shike Middle School for several years.

Although he had strong logic and clear understanding, Wittgenstein was rarely hesitant when faced with the invitation proposed by Chen Muwu.

"Dr. Chen, is it inappropriate for me to go to a conference attended by all physicists?"

"There's nothing inappropriate. Besides, you won't be staying at Cambridge University for a long time. You will definitely be returning to Austria soon.

"Then treat it as just a meeting on the way, and it won't take up too much of your time. That's settled!"

Chen Muwu didn't give his opponent any chance to argue.

"I came to visit today. Actually, I have nothing else to do. I just came to invite you to come with us.

"Now that the matter has been finalized, I won't bother you any more."

After that, he stood up and wanted to leave.

However, Wittgenstein stopped Chen Muwu: "Dr. Chen, since I can't refuse, then I can only 'respect is worse than obeying', and I will go to Belgium with you and then go home."

"It couldn't be better."

"But before that, I have been studying this "Lectures on Quantum Mechanics" these days and have accumulated some questions. Can you tell me about them first?"

"I'm extremely happy, but let's agree in advance that we won't talk about philosophy this time."

(End of this chapter)