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"Ah, I'm late. I just knew it, such a pity. If only I hadn't suddenly craved that steak for lunch," Flano Shawl said with regret.
If he had entered before it was full, he would have been able to see the computing report firsthand and verify the credibility of the news right away.
Indeed, it was unfortunate.
"Co on, stop fooling yourself, Flano. Is it just because we went to the restaurant for lunch that we couldn't get in? No, it's mainly because our achievents aren't high enough," Professor Lyle said with a self-deprecating smile.
Flano Shawl turned his head to look at Professor Lyle beside him, then followed his gaze and happened to see Edward Witten squeezing through the crowd and after a brief exchange with the reception staff, was allowed straight into the building.
Many people outside the building saw this scene, but no one objected.
Because those standing there knew that if one day they too could win the Fields dal, or the Nobel Prize, or the Wolff Prize, or the Franz Kassel Prize, among others, they too would enjoy the sa treatnt.
It's like how Nobel Prize winners have special parking spots here, very spacious, and others would consciously leave those spots open.
It seed unfair, but in fact, to the people here, it was the epito of fairness.
They would even unconsciously uphold this privilege, because everyone here harbored the hope that one day they would win such world-class awards and beco academic heavyweights.
If they opposed this privilege now, what would they do if they won an award in the future?
After all, the academic field trusts authority.
The opinion of a luminary is more influential than that of a hundred unsuccessful professors.
"All right, let's not stay here any longer. I have a feeling this eting will end soon. Let's go back and wait for the results," Professor Lyle suggested.
Flano Shawl nodded and said, "I might as well go buy a sandwich first. It's too bad about that steak, I only had one bite. With the tip, it cost 50 Euros."
"Haha, forget about your steak. If the results are confird to be correct, I'll buy you a drink tonight."
"It seems that drink is as good as mine. Although I don't particularly like the Huaxia people, I believe their verification this ti must be rigorous. They probably already verified it internally several tis."
"Speaking of this, do you think Professor Qiao knows the results?"
"Hmm... who knows?"
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Inside Building 17, Edward Witten asked Yang Xuanqing the sa question.
As the two professors outside had surmised, the eting didn't require much ti; everyone only needed to glance at the supercomputing report to be basically sure of the correct results.
Unless they used fake data.
But all the data was taken directly from CERN's database without manual intervention, which ant there was no possibility of data fabrication.
The most important point was that for this kind of verification work, there was no possibility of fabrication.
The mountain of data in CERN's public database was accessible to all mbers. Anyone could complete a comparison in a few hours, and then a group of people would begin to use similar data for secondary verification.
Even though by the ti Edward Witten arrived, the eting had already concluded, after he read the report, he was fairly certain of the correctness of the final results and so directly asked Professor Yang Xuanqing, who had verified the results first, this question.
Professor Yang of Huaxia University, upon hearing Edward Witten's question, smiled awkwardly and replied, "Um, I sent an email."
"Oh? How did he respond?" Edward Witten inquired.
Yang Xuanqing's smile grew more embarrassed, but he didn't respond.
The embarrassnt was because Professor Yang rembered Qiao Ze's email reply, which was just one line, no, more accurately, just five words: "You are too slow."
One could imagine the feelings he had when, having shared the exciting news with Qiao Ze, the reply he received was only these five words.
Suddenly, it all felt rather tasteless.
However, this also made Yang Xuanqing admire Qiao Ze's confidence even more.
To be so composed demonstrated that from the mont his paper was published, Qiao Ze never doubted that his derivations were correct.
But he didn't want to discuss Qiao Ze's reply with Edward Witten.
After all, that reply seed far too arrogant.
But Edward Witten clearly understood the subtext behind his smile.
"I get it, he must be disdainful of these results. Right, Qiao Ze is the proudest person I've ever seen. Of course, he has the strength and the qualifications to be proud, because he's always right," Edward Witten said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Hehe..." Yang Xuanqing chuckled.
"Is he still busy perfecting that materials model?" Edward Witten asked another question.
Yang Xuanqing shook his head and said, "I wouldn't know about that. I've been here since the end of February and haven't been back ho since. I'm not quite clear on what Professor Qiao has been busy with."
This statent had the nuance of giving himself so extra prestige.
After all, even if he were in Huaxia, it's very likely he wouldn't have much interaction with Qiao Ze.
"I just found out from the managent committee that the LHC's maintenance is nearly finished. If you can get in touch with Qiao, you might ask him for so suggestions for the upcoming machine operations. I believe everyone will appreciate it. I've sent him a few emails recently, but he hasn't replied," Edward said.
"Of course, Professor Witten. But don't hold out too much hope, to be honest, I'm not very acquainted with Professor Qiao either. And, it seems he doesn't have much interest in our research," Yang Xuanqing replied.
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