From failed candidate to chief scientist

Chapter 61 The diligent Xia people
Late at night, on the other side of the earth.

"Ding dong."

Al Madsen was just about to close the computer and go to rest when he heard the notification sound of an incoming email coming from the computer.

Madsen, who was about to close the computer, picked up the mouse by accident.

"Let me see which lucky guy it is..."

"Huh? Qihua zhang?"

Madsen was stunned at first, and then suddenly turned into ecstasy.

"Zhang finally replied to my email!"

Madsen was about to jump up in excitement.

Since the last paper, Madsen has always wanted to meet with Zhang Qihua and conduct in-depth discussions, but the emails he sent to Zhang Qihua were like nothing, without any response.

For this reason, Madsen had to find his old friend Fu Mingli in Xia State to be a lobbyist.

But who knew that after waiting and waiting, he didn't get any news from Fu Mingli.

It wasn't until two days ago that he took the initiative to call Fu Mingli and found out that Fu Mingli had met Zhang Qihua and given him a positive reply. Only then did Madsen regain hope and send Zhang Qihua an invitation email.

Unexpectedly, in just a few days, the other party would reply to me and send a paper.

"Xia people are so diligent!"

Madsen sighed and clicked on the paper attachment in the email.

"Proof of the Kratz Conjecture?"

"Zhang proved the Kratz conjecture?"

Madsen was a little confused, then laughed and shook his head.

"Probably just a staged proof, just like the part of the proof process given by Leatherman, Schleicher and Wood before."

Madsen thought this and read the paper.

This look is several hours passed.

In a blink of an eye, the sky was brightening, and he had not yet finished reading the paper.

This was mainly because he didn't quite understand some parts, especially the parts involving topology. His research direction was not in topology, which made him seem to be struggling.

But he still understood the basic idea. If there were no problems with this part of the topology, this proof would be real and valid.

"So, Zhang really proved the Kratz conjecture?"

"Oh my God! How is this possible?"

Madsen let out an exclamation.

"Did Zhang really do this?"

Madsen was a little unbelievable, and couldn't help turning to the position introduced by the author of the paper.

"Huh? Mo Lin? It's not Zhang?"

"Oh, Zhang is the corresponding author, and Lin Mo is Zhang's student, so that's no problem."

Madsen glanced at the time.

"Oh, damn Zhang, you actually kept me up all night again!"

Madsen thought for a while, then simply picked up the phone and dialed.

"Oh, James, it's this hour and you're still sleeping!"

"What? You said it bothered you?"

"Fuck you, I don't know how you got Fields if you are so lazy."

Madsen cursed.

"Okay, I have a paper here, which involves issues in number theory, and I need you to review the manuscript."

"Yes, yes, okay, I'll send it to your email." After hanging up the phone, Madsen thought for a while and dialed another number.

"Oh, dear Catcher, you got up so early?"

"What? You're in Xia Guo? Oh, that's okay, it seems that you have been assimilated by the hardworking Xia Guo people."

"Why did I get up so early? Speaking of which, I have to thank the people of Xia."

"Yes, yes, there is a paper that I need your help in reviewing. It involves algebraic geometry issues, especially topology. You are an expert in this field. Please help me take a good look at it."

Putting down the phone, Madsen breathed a sigh of relief.

As a highly professional magazine, "Acta Mathematica" has very strict quality control over papers. Because it involves many professional academic issues, the editors of the magazine sometimes may not be able to fully understand and master them, so the publication Papers also need to be reviewed by professional reviewers.

These reviewers are usually academic experts. The so-called review is actually equivalent to allowing these academic experts to certify and endorse the authenticity and scientific nature of the paper.

The two people Madsen called to invite them to review the manuscript just now have quite a lot of background.

James Maynard is a professor at Oxford University, mathematician, and Fields Medal winner. His main research direction is number theory, and he has conducted in-depth research on analytic number theory.

Coucher Birkar is a professor at the University of Cambridge and winner of the Fields Medal. His main research direction is algebraic geometry, and he has in-depth research on high-latitude geometric topology.

The two people Madsen found were very targeted, and he believed that with their level, they should be able to give a correct evaluation of this paper.

After doing this, Madsen looked at the email again, and then noticed the information in the email content.

"What, requesting to be published in the next issue?"

"But the next issue is in seven days. Even if James and Coucher can complete the review within three days, they may not be able to catch up with the typesetting and printing. This..."

"I'm afraid it's too late."

"It seems it can only be put in the next issue."

"This needs to be explained to Zhang carefully..."

Madsen shook his head and started typing on the keyboard.

……

"Ding dong!"

"How is it? How is it? Has the Journal of Mathematics received a reply?"

Tian Fang got up from the cot one by one and rushed to the computer.

Yes, in order to wait for a reply from the Journal of Mathematics, Tian Fang stayed directly in the office of the Mathematics Research Center, and even occupied Zhang Qihua's camp bed for this purpose, which left Zhang Qihua speechless.

No one involved is as nervous as you, and they don’t know why you are so nervous.

Zhang Qihua took a look at Lin Mo, who was sleeping soundly on the bed like a normal person, and felt a little envious.

Because he couldn't sleep either, he was also looking forward to this result, but it was not as obvious as Tian Fangyi's.

"Lin Mo, Lin Mo, get up and take a look. There's an email."

Tian Fang pushed Lin Mo and woke him up.

Lin Mo rubbed his eyes and woke up from his sleep, a little speechless.

How many times has this happened?Don't you want people to have a good night's sleep?
The mailbox is open, you can just look at it yourself, why do you have to let me look at it?

Respect privacy?Thank you so much. Can you let me sleep all night?
"Director Tian, ​​what's the point of worrying about this email?"

"If the other party refuses, there's no point in worrying."

"If the other side agrees, why should we be anxious?"

Lin Mo muttered with a bit of dissatisfaction.

"What's the same? If we know the result earlier, we can prepare earlier. If this is rejected, we can start a backup plan as soon as possible to buy time."

"Time is money, time is life, time is..."

"Okay, okay, I understand, I'll take a look, I'll take a look."

Lin Mo couldn't stand Tian Fang's mother-in-law chanting like she was chanting sutras. How many times had he heard this?
(End of this chapter)