Reborn and become a Great Scientist

Chapter 43 Chapter 43

The calm surface of Lake Michigan could not cure Compton's hysteria caused by the detention of his thesis.

After hearing the call from his Chinese student Wu Youxun, Compton became even more irritable.

It has been more than a month since I came to Chicago. After getting along with him for this month, Compton originally thought that this Chinese graduate student was a good seed and a good helper who was calm and honest. It's just a European physics journal, so why make such a fuss?It must have never been seen in the market.

He turned his head with a slightly unhappy expression, and Wu Youxun had already run to his side holding the "Physics Yearbook".

"Misto Wu, what is in this issue of the journal that makes you so crazy like a different person?" Compton said dissatisfied.

"Professor, here is an article..."

"Misto Wu, can you understand German? I can't understand it anyway, so wait for the foreign language secretary in the department to translate the thesis before showing it to me."

Wu Youxun, who graduated from Beijing Higher Normal School, can of course read and understand German.

In fact, the vast majority of universities in China do not choose English as the main subject of foreign language teaching, but teach English and German simultaneously.

Of course, there are two kinds of people who choose to study French. One is the upper-class celebrities who admire the language of European aristocrats, and the other is the bottom-level intellectuals who want to go to France for work-study programs.

These two very different classes have reached a consensus on the choice of language.

"Professor, Professor Compton!" Wu Youxun was so anxious that he couldn't speak clearly. He turned the magazine in his hand to a certain number of pages, and stubbornly sent it to Compton, pointing at it with his outstretched fingers. , "This article was jointly recommended by Planck and Einstein. Please see the formula derivation here and the schematic diagram here. This paper seems to have done the same work as us!"

Compton had no choice but to raise his eyelids and glance in the direction of his fingers perfunctorily.

Then, he opened his eyes wide!

This, this, isn't this the theoretical basis in the paper I submitted to "Physical Review"?
Compton snatched the "Physical Yearbook" from Wu Youxun, sat on the bench and carefully "read" Chen Muwu's paper.

Although he said he could not read German, as Wu Youxun said, he could understand the symbols and formulas of physics, as well as the diagrams in them.

Compton's first reaction was, could it be that someone secretly translated his paper into German, converted X-rays into gamma rays, and then submitted it to the Annals of Physics?

Immediately afterwards, his eyes fell on the author column under the title. Although the above name began with C, it was not Compton (Compton), but Chen Muwu.

Compton recognized it thanks to the fact that he had a Chinese graduate student whose name also looked Chinese.

So his eyes moved away from the paper again, and fell on Wu Youxun again: "Is this your compatriot, Misto Wu? Do you know this person?"

"Professor, look at the name, he should be a Chinese." Wu Youxun's tone carried a little bit of national pride. He thought about who this Chen was in his mind for a long time. He was a professor at his alma mater. Or the teacher of Bei University?

In the whole country, the physical level of these two schools should be justified.

But in the end, he could only shake his head: "Unfortunately, I don't know this person."

"Look, which university is he from?"

Wu Youxun took the journal that Compton handed over, and glanced at the author's mailing address: "Professor, this person's mailing address is not a university, but..."

"But what?"

"It's a railway administration in our country!"

"Railway Authority? An engineer? Oh, my God!"

How can a Chinese railway engineer coincide with his own ideas?

Could it be that I first publicly presented the findings in the paper at a lecture at Washington University in St. Louis before Christmas last year, and then was stolen and published by this Chinese named Chen?

This idea of ​​being too jealous was denied by himself not long after he had it.

If there were people who attended that lecture, they would write the contents of the lecture in letters and send them to China non-stop immediately after listening to the lecture, and it would take at least a month on the road.

And it will take more than a month for Chen to organize the content into a paper, and then send it from China to the editorial office in Europe.

The sum of the two is more than two months, so unless the Chinese has some way to go back to the past, his paper will never be published in the "Annual Review of Physics" on January No. 20!

Then there is only one possibility left, that is, he was preempted by this Chen Ge who coincided with him.

Compton felt a little ashamed. He thought that he must have been brainwashed by the "Chinese Exclusion Act" for a long time since he was a child, so that the first time he heard the news, he subconsciously thought that this Chinese man named Chen was a plagiarist. An academic thief of his own mind.

Wu Youxun, a new graduate student at Compton, was the first Chinese he had close contact with.

His hard work and willingness to work hard changed Compton's perception of the Chinese people, and he believed that his compatriots would not be as unbearable as the newspapers and public opinion exaggerated.

Compton was also a little depressed at the same time. This kind of depression was like asking the most beautiful lady in the town to go out on a date. He dressed up carefully before going out, but when he got outside the lady's house, he found that the other party had already gone out. A poor boy's broken carriage!

Wu Youxun, who took the paper and read it word by word, seemed to have discovered some new information from it.

He said to the dejected Compton again: "Professor, professor! This paper only puts forward a theoretical explanation. It said that he could not conduct experimental verification of this new theory due to the lack of experimental conditions, so please appreciate it." Interested experimentalists, design experiments to verify. It seems that we still have a chance!"

Unlike Chen Muwu, who was far away in China, he couldn't even find a gamma ray source. The rich and powerful American upstarts invested a lot of money in experimental research. The paper that Compton submitted to "Physical Review" It was after he returned from Cambridge, after several years of experiments and summarizing a large amount of data, that he came to a specific conclusion. The experimental data is not only reliable, but also extremely detailed.

Of course Compton understood the meaning of Wu Youxun's words. He understood that his graduate student had let him publish the experimental data first to make up for the past, and to recover some of the losses of the papers being preempted.

After all, in this day and age, experiments are still the mainstream of physics, and theory is nothing more than an explanation of experimental phenomena!
Compton greeted Duane's ancestors far away in Boston in his heart, and said in his heart that the old European physics journals all recognized Chen's theory that coincided with mine, but you are a picky rogue and settled down. But I have been stuck on my thesis and will not let go.

Rejuvenated, he stood up from the bench and said to Wu Youxun beside him, "Let's go, Mistu Wu, let's go back to school."

"Yes, Professor!"

(End of this chapter)