If Qiao Ze truly created a logically coherent mathematical structure, it ant that the problems he conjured up in his mind were highly likely to beco the main research direction that countless young talents in the academic world would dive into like moths to a fla.
The expression "moths to a fla" here doesn't only describe the quantity but also the kind of desperate passion it embodies. Once you get stuck in a graduate project, it may beco normal not to graduate. Qiao Ze's na was also set to beco one of those that future students would find most frustrating and would like to criticize the most.
If quantum chanics is abstract, then these theories could probably be described as having a fit.
...
"Alright, Lotte, why would Qiao Ze talk to you about these things? Did he submit another paper to 'Mathematics Annual'? If so, I would be very happy to review the paper," Edward Whitten said directly.
While this seed to cheapen him a bit, he really couldn't help it.
"Haha, Edward, you're overthinking it. How could Qiao Ze possibly submit his paper to us? He's the one seeking us out for contributions. Plus, I suspect he didn't even prepare an English version of the paper. He even dismisses the Mathematics Breakthrough Prize, so do you think he would choose to submit his paper to 'Mathematics Annual' and then seek approval?"
Roth Dugan's words, along with that optimistic tone, made Edward Whitten want to vomit blood. He couldn't even understand where Roth Dugan got his optimism from.
But at this mont, he didn't want to offend the man.
After all, Qiao Ze chose to call him first, rather than Whitten himself.
"Okay then, Lotte, why on earth would Qiao Ze suddenly call you and talk about this? Since he doesn't want recognition, then given his personality, it couldn't possibly be to show off to you, right?"
"Of course, that's what's most interesting. Qiao Ze is troubled; although he's skilled at theoretical research, it seems his graduate students are running into trouble. He hoped I would go to Xilin to help him with teaching students. Haha... Of course, I refused. Even if I went there, perhaps I could get my hands on a Nobel Prize during my lifeti."
Edward Whitten understood that the other party was showing off.
However, on looking back, Roth Dugan probably only had this to brag about in front of him.
Be it in the number of prizes won, publications, or scholarly books, Roth Dugan simply couldn't compare to him.
But Edward Whitten still asked expressionlessly, "Oh? Then why did you refuse? Don't you want the Nobel Prize?"
"Haha, no no no, it's simply because I'm already old, Edward, and in fact, whether we admit it or not, we're all old. I don't know what you think, but to be honest, I'm not that curious about the world anymore."
"Damn it, can't you refrain from reminding of that?"
"Haha, okay. So I ant nothing else; I'm just passing on the news. After all, we're friends. Of course, if you find a way to get your hands on Qiao Ze's latest work, do share it with . Even though my desire to explore the world is no longer enough to leave Princeton for Xilin, I'd still look forward to hearing about these latest developnts from the comfort of my office."
"Do you know why I always thought you were as cunning as an old fox, Lotte? It's because you always manage to find the easiest way to bypass obstacles. I think that's exactly why you never won the Fields dal."
"Clearly the Wolff Prize judges don't see the way you do."
"Goodbye."
"Hmm, but rember, if you do get that content, be sure to co and talk to . I'll prepare the best coffee for you."
"If I can, forget it, we'll talk later."
...
After hanging up the phone, Edward Whitten intended to calm down and finish reading the complete experintal report sent by the European Nuclear Center.
Obviously, he failed.
All he could think about was what Roth Dugan had just told him.
After all, having a mathematical explanation for the research he was currently working on was a completely different concept than not having one at all.
He was very eager to know how Qiao Ze mathematically derived the high-dinsional representation of the Containnt Graviton, so much so that he felt extrely restless, like scratching at one's heart. If he had to describe it, it was like a novel pausing just at the most exciting part, with no certain news of when the author would update.
Alright, Edward Whitten admitted his curiosity was still too overpowering, to the point of being uncontrollable.
So, after much contemplation, he still picked up the phone nearby.
Luckily, the call was quickly connected.
"Hello, Qiao Ze, I hope I'm not disturbing you at this ti."
"Actually, no."
"Professor Dugan just called , he ntioned you announced your current phase of work is complete?"
"To be precise, it's only a phase that's complete. I've just sorted out a paper."
"Although this might be presumptuous to ask, may I inquire where you plan to submit your paper? Uh, like will it first be uploaded to a preprint website? Or perhaps on so other journal?"
"It will be published in 'New Discoveries in Mathematics and Physics' in the future, and currently, I haven't prepared an English version."
Although it wasn't unexpected, Whitten knew it wasn't good news for him.
"The future? Actually, the Chinese version is fine too. If possible, maybe I could help you look at it, you know, a discussion between peers, so to speak ..."
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