The End of Technology

Huaqing University, Department of Physics.

In fact, the turmoil on the Internet may make people angry, but it will hardly affect this century-old school.

The accumulation of history is often particularly profound, giving it more special meaning. This heaviness is created bit by bit. The specific manifestations are the laboratories in the school with national key signs, every hurried teacher and professor, and countless youthful smiling faces.

Maybe it also includes the offices hidden in the buildings.

…

Wen Xizhuo was sitting in such an office at this time. He was familiar with this office, but the person sitting opposite him had changed.

Before today, another person was sitting there.

At this time, he has been replaced by a deputy director who was mainly responsible for teaching and research. Of course, he may also become the director in the future.

People are always on the move, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the camp.

At this time, there was a stack of thick information on the left side of Wen Xizhuo's desk, most of which had been stored for a long time. A small number of them were added after he took the time to recheck them in the morning.

However, judging from the neatness of the materials, they have not been specifically reviewed.

There was a tablet placed in front of him.

What is playing on the screen is a video that is circulating crazily on the Internet. It has been named "A Shocking Case Caused by a Backpack" by netizens.

To describe the story in this video as a shocking case undoubtedly contains a lot of ridicule.

However, at this time, Wen Xizhuo was not in the mood to understand the ridicule on the barrage.

He really wanted to thank the classmate who took this video. Thanks to him for choosing such a perfect time to put this video online, everything that has kept him busy for a while has become a joke.

What made him even more upset was that Director Xie, who was temporarily working on behalf of Director Liu, was tapping his fingers on the table very regularly, making a "ta-da-da" sound. Every sound seemed to hit his heart directly, making people feel extremely depressed.

Finally, just when Wen Xizhuo felt that the sound was not stopping and he was about to go crazy, Xie Changming withdrew his hand on the table, and the sound of tapping on the table disappeared, replaced by the thick voice of the acting director.

"Xiaowen, how many years have you been a counselor?"

"Director Xie, it's been two and a half years."

"It's been two and a half years..."

Xie Changming glanced at the pile of heavy materials, smiled, and said: "Look, your work is actually very detailed. It's a pity that in science, if the direction is wrong, the more detailed the work, the less likely it will be. The original vision became further and further away.”

After making a simple comment, before Wen Xizhuo could respond, Xie Changming smiled self-deprecatingly and continued: "Actually, I don't want to take over Xiao Liu's job. It's good to do teaching and research work at my age. In terms of personnel, I don't like to get involved in arrangements. It's really unpleasant to offend people for no reason. But someone has to do this kind of thing."

"I tried to contact them before. The idea is that it would be best if you take that girl to apologize to them. We are trying to control the impact. As people get older, they always want to make things big, and I think young people should always try to forgive when they make mistakes. But the other person refused, and the child said there was no need to apologize. Anyway, he neither intended to forgive nor to pursue the matter further. "

"Don't blame Ning Jie for being stingy. If I had gone through this kind of thing when I was young, I probably wouldn't have forgiven you. So the school has also made a decision. You are not suitable for being a counselor. After this semester, I will not continue to work." Make an appointment. I think that's fine. After all, you are still young and there are still many possibilities in life. When you do things in the future, if you have more empathy, maybe the world will be very different."

Wen Xizhuo wanted to say something, but when his eyes met the eyes of the old professor opposite him, he finally swallowed it.

Life is different after all...

…

Duan Fei has been lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, for more than an hour.

She has remained in this state since the video was released.

After all, things got serious. The counselor called her, comforted her, and asked her if she would like to apologize to Ning Zi in person if she had the chance. She hesitated for a moment and chose to agree. But then there was no news.

The mood is very low, stemming from countless curses and ridicules on the Internet. Only when you are in the center of the storm can you understand the horror and feel a little bit of empathy.

Although her roommates showed concern, she always felt that they looked at her differently than before.

Especially when Ning Zi's photo spread all over the Internet, even when she heard the whispers, she felt that they were laughing at herself.

This made her unable to calm down at all...

She didn't dare to open her phone or read Weibo, but she couldn't control herself. She secretly opened it under the quilt and took a look, and then she felt even more disappointed and helpless...

Duan Fei realized many years later that this emotion was actually fear, fear of the unknown.

…

Deep cities, suburbs, and villages in the city.

In fact, relatively speaking, the urban villages in Shenzhen are probably more organized than other cities.

Houses of seven or eight floors are arranged neatly, but the hygiene of the streets between the buildings is not very good. There are too many cars, which makes the walking passage narrow. In addition, the noise from the electric cars shuttling in the alley echoes the cries of the vendors on the street, and the atmosphere is full of fireworks.

It was almost dinner time, so Luo Yufang hurried home and started cooking. The child would be home in half an hour.

The house is rented and is on the second floor.

There is a mahjong parlor downstairs, and even at this time there is still the sound of mahjong collisions coming into the room along the balcony window.

But Luo Yufang has long been accustomed to this.

What's more, the noise during the day is not a problem at all, but it is really annoying when it affects the children's sleep at night. Even if you close the windows, you can't completely block out the noisy sounds.

Annoying!

Luo Yufang also went down to look for trouble, but the mahjong room was owned by the landlord. At that time, the landlord was sitting at the mahjong table, holding a cigarette, glanced at her, and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, everyone from now on will I’ll give you two hundred off the monthly rent, don’t be nagging… Hey, ten thousand, come on!”

Yes, Luo Yufang was sent away with just such a word.

After all, if you save 200 yuan a month in rent, you can save 2,400 yuan a year.

For a small family with little education and the couple can only live by working, this amount of money is not small. At least the child's tuition and fees for a year can be saved.

After more than ten years, the couple also saved some money, about two hundred thousand. This money will be used to repair the house in the man's hometown later. The man is from rural Beihu. He has an old house at home. After saving a few years, when their children graduate from high school, they plan to go back and build a two-story building and tend a few acres of land. This will probably be the case for the rest of their lives.

There is no way, the housing prices in Shenzhen are too expensive. Even in this location on the border with the neighboring county, the house price is between 50,000 and 60,000 per square meter, which is simply not something a working family like them would dare to imagine.

Luo Yufang misses the time when she first came to Shencheng. At that time, she was only 25 years old, as young as the city. What you see and feel is the prosperity and beauty of this city. The vitality is in sharp contrast to the sluggish small county town.

Now 16 years have passed and she is 41 years old. At this time, she realizes that the beauty of this city blooms for young people.

Fortunately, Luo Yufang has no regrets. Compared with the life she lived in a small county, which was disappointing at first glance, she at least lived a life of ease under the neon lights of a big city. The only thing that worries her now is the second child she gave birth to with her current husband, Ding Yulin.

The accountant who worked at the factory at the time came up with the name, saying that it was taken from the name of the word brand in a Song Dynasty poem.

Luo Yufang and her husband didn't understand this. At that time, they just thought the name sounded nice, and it happened to be raining in Shenzhen on the day the child was born, so it had some commemorative meaning, so they decided on this name.

The reason for worry is that this daughter is different from the first child born to her ex-husband and cannot study. Ever since elementary school, I have always felt sleepy when I read a book.

I got hooked on the Internet when I was in elementary school.

She even dared to skip class with the breakfast money given to her and go to a small Internet cafe in a village in the city to surf the Internet. She lied to the teacher that she was not feeling well and her parents took her to see a doctor.

It wasn't until the teacher called her husband that the little girl's lie was revealed.

That was also the first time that her man had touched a child, causing the whole family to stay up all night.

Fortunately, the spring breeze that began to crack down on the opening of Internet cafes to minors in recent years finally blew into the urban villages, and she bought a mobile phone for her child, and it finally stopped. Of course, there was no hope for his grades. In the middle school in the urban village, his grades were consistently ranked third from the bottom in the class.

Progress is impossible, but regression is also difficult.

The two children behind the girl were naughty children who either skipped classes or slept during the day and turned in blank papers in the exams. It's not bad. After being beaten severely by her father, Ding Yulin at least didn't dare to be so presumptuous.

But this result will definitely not allow me to go to high school.

His father has given up on the child. In his words, it doesn't matter if the girl can't study, she will get married anyway. But Luo Yufang felt somewhat unwilling to do so. She didn't want her child to continue her old path of becoming a laborer, but that was probably the best she could do.

She once rebelled and fled, abandoning her family and children, but what she got was still a life that could be seen through at a glance.

Fortunately, at this age, Luo Yufang's edges have been smoothed away by life.

…

"Mom, I'm back!"

The door was pushed open hard, and Ding Yulin rushed into the room. He said hello to Luo Yufang who was clearing the dining table, and then rushed into his room.

Luo Yufang knew that the child was playing with his mobile phone.

Cell phones are not allowed in school, and teachers will confiscate them if they see them. Ding Yulin values ​​his cell phone very much, so naturally he does not dare to bring it to school. I just didn't leave it after I got home.

Luo Yufang had nothing to do with the child, so she could only chase the vigorous figure and shout: "Stop playing, the food is almost ready."

Then I got a perfunctory answer: "I know, it's long-winded."

This period of time is the peak sales season for the factory where Lao Ding works. He works overtime almost every day and rarely comes back to eat. He eats for free in the factory. The daughter was not afraid of her at all, so she naturally let herself go.

Fortunately, Luo Yufang was used to it. She sighed inwardly and quickly cooked two vegetables and served the rice. Then she wiped her hands and called out as usual: "Linlin, it's time to eat."

"I know, I'll be here later."

After a while, the door was opened, and the little girl jumped out of the room with her mobile phone, loudly showing off: "Mom, another handsome guy popped up on the Internet today, and I decided to change my idol. This time I You must also like his idol! Let me show you his handsome photos."

Luo Yufang glared at the girl angrily. She was really annoyed by the so-called idols on the Internet nowadays.

The teenage child was so noisy that words she didn't understand popped out of her mouth every day, such as "beating the charts", "CP", "candy", "new melon"...

The walls of the room are covered with posters of various celebrities. Sometimes at night, I will keep shouting like a madman in the room, "Yeah, my idol has reached the top..."

In Luo Yufang's opinion, this was a sign of confusion.

Fortunately, after her husband dealt with this girl severely a few days ago, she let her calm down a little bit these days. As a result, the man became busy and the girl started going crazy again.

"Stop trying to get an idol for me. Otherwise, when your father comes back, I'll let him beat you. Eat quickly." Luo Yufang glared at her daughter.

Ding Yulin was unconvinced and argued: "What do you know? This time my idol is a great scientist! He is super invincible and super handsome, okay? You don't know, there was a woman who slandered him on the Internet. , saying he was obscene, I just said how could such a handsome guy be obscene! Then a video came out that proved it was just a misunderstanding! I have been spreading his story in several groups! It is said that he first got admitted to Huahua University Qing, and then he was kicked out of school, and guess what?"

"Hua Qing later begged him to go, but he was not happy anymore. Then some of his articles were published abroad! And the whole Internet was saying that the article was very powerful! It was even more powerful than the articles written by our teacher! So I I just decided to follow him. Alas, it’s a pity that he didn’t even open Weibo. There was only one photo that was circulated all over the Internet, standing with two old men. I really want to know what he is doing. Mom, you You really don’t want to take a look at my new idol? I guarantee you’ll regret it! Except for his weird name, he has no shortcomings!”

Luo Yufang was too lazy to pay attention to this quirky daughter, picked up the bowl and started eating.

She doesn't believe in any articles published by great scientists, Huaqing, or foreign countries.

I know best the virtues of my daughter. How could a child who can fall asleep reading a book at home care about such a serious person?

Ding Yulin saw that his mother was too lazy to pay attention to her, so he put down his cell phone boredly. Just then, his cell phone rang. When he saw the voice message popping up in the WeChat group, Ding Yulin clicked on it. The next moment, another girl happily The voice came from the mobile phone.

"Wow, there's something new about Ning Zi on Weibo. Someone posted a reward of five million on Weibo just to invite him to have a meal! Our idol is indeed the best!"

"Bangdang..."

Hearing this topic, the excited Ding Yulin heard a crisp sound before he could reply. When he looked up, he saw that the bowl in his mother's hand had fallen to the table, and the expression on his face was very strange...

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing!" Luo Yufang answered quickly, then took a deep breath and softened her tone and asked: "Linlin, just now I really wanted to hear that your idol's name is Ning Zi? What two characters are they?"

"Ning is the quiet Ning, and the word "孩" is just one word and one word extra. The name is quite strange, isn't it?"

"Ah... this name is a bit weird. You just said you have his photo? Show it to mom?"

"Mom, why do I feel like something's wrong with you? Didn't you just say you wouldn't read it?"

"No, I just remembered the child of an acquaintance. Let me see if I can match it?"

"Tch, are you overthinking it? How could it be that he is from an acquaintance of yours? You are from Qiushan, Nanhu. The Internet says he is from Luoyu County, Nanhu. Well...this is him." He said he didn't believe what his mother said. , but Ding Yulin still found the photo he just sent in the group chat, clicked it, and handed over the phone.

Although Ning Zi left when he was six years old, she was still sure that this was her son at the first sight when she saw the photo, especially when she saw the small mole under the left corner of the mouth of the handsome young man in the photo.

She still clearly remembers that when the child got older and the mole appeared on the corner of his mouth, the child's father held Ning Zi happily and muttered: "This is a delicious mole. From now on, our little Ning will When they grow up, they will definitely be good at eating, and they will grow taller and stronger!"

"Mom, Mom, why are you so stunned? Is this the child of that acquaintance you mentioned?" Ding Yulin's urging voice woke Luo Yufang out of her memories.

Seeing her daughter's eager eyes, Luo Yufang opened her mouth, and the words finally turned into: "Oh, no, it just happens to be the same name."

Luo Yufang never told her daughter that she had a half-brother, and naturally she never mentioned her experience in Luoyu County. She originally thought that these things had been erased from her memory. Who dared to think that her former son would suddenly appear in front of her in this way at this moment.

For a moment, Luo Yufang was confused.

…

San Jose, California, USA.

For large multinational companies, time differences are always particularly annoying.

Especially for some emergencies, it will be difficult for both parties to communicate.

Especially between the United States and China, the time difference in most areas is about 12 hours. It is time to go to work every day, which is often only a few hours. If something is delayed, communication becomes difficult.

Therefore, when there are some major events that require communication, there is always one side that needs to make some sacrifices in working overtime.

China usually makes more sacrifices.

But today, sacrifices are being made on both sides.

…

Although it was only six o'clock in the morning, far from work time, the lights were already on in the top-floor conference room of the headquarters building of Cisco Group, a large multinational telecommunications network equipment supplier. In fact, the lights in the conference room had not been turned off all night.

This is a game where every second counts.

The U.S. headquarters and the Chinese branch have always maintained smooth information flow to ensure that no useful information is missed.

At this time, Ning Zi's photo was still on the big screen in the conference room.

Yes, it was the photo that Qiu Chenfeng proposed to take, but Boss Qiu was completely ignored at this time, and everyone's attention was focused on Ning Zi and Ge Dongshu.

"Everyone, it's time to make a decision. Our people guarding there have tried various methods but failed to contact this, um... Ning. They didn't even see Ning Zi come out of that building. So. Youwei Group has already got ahead of us. If they reach some kind of tacit understanding, then Youwei Group will definitely apply to register a patent for the turbulence algorithm as quickly as possible. Then we will be passive!"

"Of course, this possibility is extremely high. Youwei Group is a Chinese company and has a good reputation among the younger generation in China. We have received news that Youwei internally began to discuss the establishment of a dedicated Youwei Cloud department as early as a year ago. , citing its industrial advantages to enter the cloud service market while filling the service gap in its consumer business. This also means that Turbulence Algorithm has greater strategic significance for their subsequent development."

"You can know their ambitions from the fact that Youwei directly dispatched Ge, one of the top five executives of the group. Ge himself is a member of the board of directors of Youwei Group and has great authority within the group. We have reason to believe that Ge and Ning In this meeting, a series of agreements have been reached. So there is not much time left for us to make a decision."

Frank Morgenthau, president of Cisco's global operations, expressed his opinion.

If Ning Zi saw this scene and heard the report from this Cisco executive, he would probably sincerely lament that it turns out that a gringo can also make an opening picture, and the content is all based on guessing.

Of course, I am probably more impressed by the fact that Mr. March's mind is so delicate.

Just encouraging him to take a photo turned out to have such a big effect that countless people came up with 9981 tricks. Of course, it can also be understood that these people in high positions have so many minds, and each of them has an exquisite heart with seven orifices.

Of course, the combined minds of these people are probably not as much as those of Lord March.

But then again, Cisco's concerns are understandable.

The biggest loophole in the current turbulence algorithm is probably that it has not applied for a patent in any country or region. If these patents are applied for by Youwei Group, it is conceivable that they will face a lot of resistance when negotiating terms with competitors.

As for the detailed description of charges in the documentation, these big shots have long ignored it.

An instruction document without any legal efficiency, who cares?

Even if there is real legal efficiency, in the face of 100% profit, you don't actually care. Otherwise, why would a large company maintain elite lawyers in the legal department and cooperate with the world's top law firms? It’s nothing more than adding more KPIs to the legal department.

So now everyone is facing a difficult moral choice, which may not be that difficult after all.

Should I apply for a patent first?

Just as Ge Dongshu worries, in the face of interests, everyone's moral bottom line can be adaptive. When interests exceed a certain limit, it doesn't matter whether you have morality or not.

…

Cisco's current CEO Chamberson Carey has set his sights on the company's chief technology officer Myron Kermit. Of course, you must listen to the advice of the technical department when doing this kind of thing.

Looking into Chamberson's eyes, Myron Kermit shrugged and said: "Claude is already organizing our engineers to test and modify those codes. At present, we have not found any obvious loopholes in these codes, or An intentional backdoor. Of course, this is only temporary. But I want to be optimistic because the technical department will not affect your work. We still have time to study the code."

At this point, McLun paused and reminded: "The only problem now is that our scientists can understand the functions implemented by the code, but they cannot fully understand it. This is a very strange technology. Our scientists still can't understand it completely." I don’t understand the specific function of the activation code and why they need to set these up, but I believe that given enough time, they will definitely be able to crack this problem!”

"Of course, we do not rule out that this may just be a hoax. After all, in theory, as long as the source code is safe, it is safe to use it directly. What we are doing now is to first separate the code modules that implement the main functions, modify and reassemble them After that, restore it to usable source code again and re-test. This can ensure that the code we use is different from the original code, but the function is intact. This work can be completed in about three days."

…

Chamberson nodded, which was exactly what he wanted to hear.

Since officials from the Ministry of Technology have expressed cautious optimism about this matter, there is no need to hesitate.

Then a smile appeared on his face.

"Actually, I just had a phone call with Mr. Jonathan from Google. He thinks we can cooperate. Google's scientists are also trying to analyze that code. You can communicate with them. We think we can apply for a patent and leave it to Wernison Technology. The company will do it. According to the result of the communication, we will provide necessary technical support to Wilnison. After they successfully apply for the patent, they will license this technology to Cisco and Google for use at a price of US$5 million per year. So what do you think?"

The gentlemen in the conference room all smiled with relief.

Compared with the value of the turbulence algorithm, the annual patent licensing fee of five million US dollars is no different than free money.

Of course, there are risks involved.

Wilnissen is a leather bag company and does not have any R\u0026D capabilities, but for a large company with strong technology, it has not thought about this. Aren’t those scientists in the company studying this?

"It seems that everyone has no objections, so it has been decided. Allen, you ask Claude to speed up the progress. Of course, Google is actually doing the same thing, allowing them to communicate more, which can also make things easier for them earlier. Our partners initiate patent application work.”

"Don't worry, Chamberson. Everyone knows that this job is very important, and I believe that this bonus is so generous that they are willing to sacrifice some personal time to complete this not-so-complicated job."

"very good!"

After nodding towards Myron Kermit, Chamberson lost his smile and became serious: "This meeting will not leave any records, and everyone please be vigilant. Of course we will follow up with Will Nissen signed a series of confidentiality agreements to protect our interests. Likewise, you should also understand the importance of this matter. We will not recognize this transaction with Will Nissen under any circumstances."

…

Early in the morning, Nissen Mountbatten was reading the technical information sent to him by big companies.

As a special lawyer and boss of Will Nissen Company, he takes this work very seriously. After all, his company generally does not open for three years and lasts for three years after opening. But this time the situation is different. If we can really do this business well, the company can survive in this world for a long time...

Of course, he would definitely be scolded for doing this, and there might even be some danger, but he didn't care. In fact, he knew very well that even if they asked him to cooperate, those guys in suits would look down on him after all. If it weren't for this special situation, these big companies would even hate him, but who cares?

Making money is the last word.

It is much easier to directly apply for a patent belonging to the company than to collect information every day to study whether the patents held by companies that are about to go bankrupt can be used by big companies, not to mention that the latter is more dangerous.

After all, making patented cockroaches is almost like trying to make porcelain. By acquiring the patents of bankrupt companies, initiating lawsuits against those technology companies, and using various appearance, layout and other non-core technologies to snatch a piece of meat from the mouths of large technology companies, it is a very dangerous thing.

First of all, the legal affairs of large companies also have rich experience, and those large companies have extremely strict control over core technology patents. It is actually difficult to make too much money out of some scrap patents. Often, settlements are settled out of court. If a big company saves energy and spends a little money, he can maintain his life.

But this time it's different.

According to the verbal agreement given by the two big shots, if he can get this thing done, not only will he have a stable income of 10 million US dollars per year, but he can also license the patent to third parties at a higher price. One hundred million? Two hundred million? even more……

How should I put it, Nissen Mountbatten felt that he had met a noble person.

The noble man was not the big shot who called him, but the stupid author who uploaded all the technical details to the Internet without applying for a patent anywhere. I heard he was a young student in China.

Nissen Mountbatten even decided that when he made money, he must go to China to meet the Chinese who gave him a fortune. If the other party is willing, he must invite the nobleman for a drink and then sincerely apologize. Maybe they can become friends.

Okay, think ahead.

After a whole night of data collection and searching, Nissen Mountbatten was certain that as long as he got the specific code, he could indeed quickly register a patent around the world. Because so far, he has not found similar technologies and functions in any patent search library, which also means that for any market, there is no problem with the novelty and exclusivity of the technology...

Yes, Nissen Mountbatten did not understand technology, but he understood patent law.

Technologies that can be valued by these two companies...

Nissen Mountbatten felt that Will Nissen was about to take off and become a world... no, maybe he should clean up the company before becoming a world-famous company. After all, the nickname of patented cockroach is not so nice...

…

University of Rabe, Republic of Guinea.

For many, the University of Rabe is as unknown as the country of Guinea. Guinea can be said to be one of the least developed countries in the world. Therefore, few foreign people are willing to know what universities in this country are like.

It's not a deliberate neglect, it's just a habitual disregard.

Most people living here have long been accustomed to this kind of ignorance, and they are fine living their own lives. Being a professor at Rabe University is already better than most people in the country.

Of course, there are also people who are not willing to be ignored and are eager to escape from this environment and stand on a higher platform to see better scenery.

Obote Lelo clearly belongs to the latter.

Since childhood, Obote has been an ordinary person. In fact, growing up in this war-torn land and having a higher education is indeed an amazing talent. Of course, the important thing is that his family background is also good.

But this was not enough, especially after studying in France, Obote, who had broadened his horizons, longed for the free and romantic life in the Western world.

Unfortunately, he did not stay in that land after graduating from the University of Paris-Saclay. The name of Thackeray University where he studied was not famous enough and was even called Pheasant University. So after his study visa expired, he had no choice but to return to his home country.

However, this study abroad experience allowed him to successfully apply for a job at Rabe University and become a professor in the Department of Mathematics.

An ordinary person would probably accept his fate, but Obote does not consider himself an ordinary person. During the days when he was a professor at Rabe University, he never stopped studying and researching. He hoped to teach at prestigious universities such as Princeton, Harvard, Imperial College, and the University of Paris, and use the springboard of universities to get in touch with celebrities.

After two years of submitting several resumes to no avail, Obote finally began to calm down and analyze the situation, and found that in order to be taken seriously by these schools, he needed a letter of recommendation from an academic master with a high enough status, or the ability to do Give these schools the grades they need to understand his value.

Topic selection, research, thesis...

He set his sights on the "Annals of Mathematics" edited by Princeton University. He believed that as long as he worked hard and a shocking paper could be published in the "Annals of Mathematics," his ideal would come true. The whole world will see where he shines.

So he began to study the partial differential equations with the highest score in college.

Another five years passed, and he submitted a total of six papers to the Annals of Mathematics, and then experienced six disappointments. The rejection emails were coming in faster and faster, making him suspect that the editors of the Annals of Mathematics had not read his article carefully at all.

Obote suspected that he was treated differently because of his skin color, but he had no proof of this, those damn white men!

This also made him increasingly anxious, after all, he was already thirty-six years old. If he continued to waste a few years at Rabe University, he suspected that he would gradually decay like this university, and he was unwilling to accept it.

…

"Like this example, we need to cleverly use the coupling of the fluid velocity field and the magnetic field to calculate the explosion criterion of the smooth solution of the incompressible magnetic fluid equations in the BMo space. Of course, this is not a simple idea. It can be said to be my original creation. mathematical method. I hope everyone will take a good look at my paper and solve the example problems on the blackboard through the mathematical method described in my paper."

The after-school homework assigned by Obote Lelo in class was met with wailing from the students under the podium.

Compared with normal work, this kind of work involving private goods is the most difficult to write.

In particular, Professor Obote Lelo's paper is inherently obscure and difficult to understand. Asking them to solve problems based on the mathematical methods in the paper is basically equivalent to writing a paper. Daily homework assignments require papers, which makes people want to die. .

However, Obote was obviously used to this reaction.

Without giving the students a chance to protest, he picked up the lesson plan and walked out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang.

These children are not yet sensible. What they are now exposed to is the precious legacy left by a great mathematical thinker. Obote believes that after these students graduate, there will always be a few talented people who will understand him.

So leave everything to time.

Returning to the simple office, Obote Lelo turned on the computer and began to log in to the official website of the "Annals of Mathematics" as a habit.

For a professor who has become obsessed with publishing papers in this journal, it can be said that he spends some time every day looking at the introductions of relevant papers published here to find those omissions that even so-called academics cannot find. Something that would give him infinite spiritual satisfaction.

The only problem is that the network at Rabe University is so bad that it takes a minute or two to log in to the website every time. In fact, this is not just a problem of Rabe University. In fact, the network infrastructure is too bad and cannot be blamed on the school.

Obote could only curse those telecom operators in his heart...

Making money but never thinking about improving service quality as soon as possible will only lead to a lifetime of poverty.

Finally, a minute later, the official website was logged in, but it looked different from before. A huge title appeared in front of Obote Lelo. The moment he saw the title, he was stunned, and then clicked in confusion. Go in.

The front page of the Annals of Mathematics shouldn't look like this, unless the paper...

Halfway through his mind, Obote saw the loaded author information.

"Chinese? Yanbei Mathematics Research Center, Yanbei University, Yanbei Sports University? Students? What the hell is this?"

When he saw the column of author affiliation, Obote Lelo became angry.

When he was studying in France, he heard a lot of news about China. It was obviously an ignorant and backward country. The people there suffered heavy oppression every day, but they had already become numb and even forgot how to resist. They were like walking zombies.

A student from such a country actually published such a paper, claiming that he had solved the smooth and unique solution of the NS equation? The Annals of Mathematics actually published such an obviously unreasonable paper and rejected his paper?

At this moment, Obote Leiluo was angry!

However, after getting angry, his eyes lit up again...

The opportunity he had been waiting for finally came!

There must be something wrong with this! If he could find the omissions and publish a paper to refute it, maybe this would be the starting point for him to be recognized by the world. The only problem now is that Rabe University is not a member of the "Annals of Mathematics" and he needs to pay himself to download this paper.

Looking at the price of the paper, Obote suddenly felt a little painful...

How dare these blood-drinking editorial offices price a paper so expensively? Damn white man!

Of course, for the ideal, this little effort must be worth it!