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The speaker had already walked up to Edward Whitten's desk and naturally pulled out a paper from his docunt bag to hand over.
"Half an hour, take a look for half an hour and then decide whether you want to review this paper. Edward, you can spare half an hour no matter how busy you are, right? Even if it's just for my sake. You'll be interested in this paper, you might even thank !"
Edward Whitten gazed at Roth Dugan for ten seconds and eventually sighed before lifting his hand to take the paper. But he couldn't help muttering, "Roth, when will you give the basic respect, such as sending the paper and review invitation via email?"
"And then let you politely refuse, right? Haha, Edward, that's not my style. I have to see you reading the paper for half an hour before I'm reassured that you are seriously reviewing it." Roth Dugan imdiately replied.
Such is the plight of a respectable person.
It wasn't that Roth Dugan had a lot of clout, but rather Edward Whitten believed that if he didn't waste this half hour, this clingy old man might stick around him all day, keeping him from getting anything done.
However, the mont he saw the title of the paper, Edward Whitten frowned and subconsciously looked up at Roth Dugan, asking, "Roth, are you serious?"
At this ti, the editor-in-chief of "Mathematics Annual" also stopped smiling and said seriously, "No, on the contrary, I have never been as serious as I am today. Furthermore, I can guarantee with my academic honor that the author of this paper deserves your serious consideration."
Edward took a deep breath and then nodding, refocused his attention on the paper.
The abstract, the main text, the proof of the first lemma.
Quickly, ten minutes passed, and when Edward Whitten's entire mind was absorbed in the paper, he was completely engrossed.
Roth Dugan wasn't wrong about one thing. Edward Whitten was indeed interested in this paper.
In fact, he had once comnted on this proposition.
At the ti, his words were, "The understanding of natural science has always been an important source of inspiration for mathematics throughout history. Therefore, at the dawn of the new century, it is very frustrating that the main frawork used by physicists to describe natural theorems cannot be handled mathematically."
Now the proof of this proposition was laid out before him, and from the proof approach proposed, it was not the nonsense of those who knew nothing.
Roth Dugan stood quietly beside Edward William's desk for five minutes before showing a satisfied smile. He then quietly left the office, closing the door behind him and placing a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the doorknob.
He was convinced that Edward William would thank him.
As for his own affairs, such an important proposition, naturally, could not have only one reviewer, even if it were Edward Whitten.
He believed that many people would be interested in this proposition.
At the mont Roth Dugan left, Edward Whitten glanced up, but the next second, he focused back on the paper, spending about twenty minutes before turning the page and casually picking up a pen and paper to start calculating.
And so, ti passed second by second.
The half hour was almost over in the blink of an eye, and at that mont, Edward Whitten had completely lost the sense of ti.
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In Huaxia's Capital, at ten o'clock at night, Qiao Ze refreshed the backend of "Mathematics Annual" before going to bed and found the status of his paper had indeed changed to "under review," which put him in a good mood.
This was probably one of the reasons why Qiao Ze liked working with "Mathematics Annual."
The efficiency was extrely high, not at all like those online say about the low efficiency of doing various things in the West, where publishing a paper might take half a year or a year.
That must be a misunderstanding.
Completing the process from "manuscript with editor" to "associate editor assigned" and then to "under review" in just two hours is enough to show the journal editorial staff was very focused on efficiency.
Especially since the reviewers for this paper were not easy to find, Qiao Ze thought the "Mathematics Annual" editorial office would take so extra ti looking for reviewers.
But thinking about Princeton's foundation, Qiao Ze felt this was understandable.
"We need to go to bed earlier today, tomorrow I have to attend Uncle Li's Jieqing project review eting," Qiao Ze reminded Su Mucheng.
"Okay, sounds good," Su Mucheng replied.
Su Mucheng certainly knew that for Qiao Ze, the most important part of his trip to the Capital was the following day's agenda. She imdiately shut down the computer, intending to wash up.
Yu Chenggong had booked an additional room for Su Mucheng, but in reality, she had not stayed there for the past few days.
After all, after nine o'clock, neither Li Jiangao nor Yu Chenggong would co to disturb Qiao Ze, so having the empty room to maintain appearances was quite nice.
It was just a bit wasteful.
What the two of them didn't know, however, was that across from Qiao Ze's room, Yu Chenggong was secretly observing through the hotel peephole.
"See, Old Li, it's past ten, Qiao Ze is usually about to go to bed around this ti, and Su hasn't co out of Qiao Ze's room yet. Ah..."
It had to be said that Yu Chenggong's observation was detailed. For consecutive mornings, when he went to find Qiao Ze, he saw Su Mucheng already sitting in Qiao Ze's living room, which had already aroused his suspicions; today, he was simply confirming them.
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