Although it’s been a long ti since he logged into this software, Qiao Yu rembered that the last ti he checked, he only had a little over 150,000 followers.
Not posting on Weibo for a year and still having a surge in followers was sothing Qiao Yu didn’t expect. But after browsing Weibo for a while, he roughly understood what was going on.
It’s honestly because he proved the Riemann Conjecture.
Even though he didn’t promote it on Weibo, Huaxia Science Academy and many science popularization big accounts were explaining the significance of the Riemann Conjecture, and they casually @ntioned him.
After all, he’s the man recognized by the world of mathematics for solving the Riemann Conjecture, the kind of genius invited to give an opening speech at the International Congress of Mathematicians, so naturally, ntioning the Riemann Conjecture ans @ntioning him.
Those who followed these popular accounts could directly follow him through the link.
Not to ntion that these past few days many official university accounts had been congratulating his achievent on Weibo, and they also @ntioned him.
The private ssage section was even more flooded with countless ssages. Seeing all these suddenly reminded Qiao Yu of when he first opened paid consultations on Weibo, soone had indeed paid 200 dollars asking him to solve the Riemann Conjecture.
Unfortunately, he refunded it at the ti and closed paid Q&A. In retrospect, it seems rash, reducing his inco by 200 straight away.
Thinking about all these things, Qiao Yu ignored the private ssages and directly opened the Weibo editing interface.
"Tonight at 8 o’clock, a special episode of a high-end interview on the Central dia main channel— ’Qiao Yu Interview: From the Riemann Conjecture to Mathematical Dreams’— will be broadcasted. Stay tuned.
By the way, the subtitle is sothing I made up casually. As long as everyone knows what it’s about, it’s fine. In short, the most comprehensive introduction of the Qiao Yu-Riemann Theorem is at 8 o’clock tonight!"
After editing the text, Qiao Yu carefully reviewed it. There was no problem, and the Qiao Yu-Riemann Theorem was also designed according to so international naming rules.
The Generalized Modal Axiomatic System to solve the Riemann Conjecture in the future should most likely be nad after him as the Qiao Yu thod.
After doing all this, Qiao Yu lingered on Weibo for a short while; sure enough, just like the previous tis, as soon as he posted, fans appeared in the comnts section.
"First! By the way, just asking, is this a resurrection?"
"Just took a look; the last post was more than a year ago. Thanks for fulfilling all my imaginations of a math genius. Indeed, real mathematicians have no ti to play on Weibo."
"Qiao Yu, it’s , Zhou Shuang. Reply on WeChat quickly, or I’ll bombard you with calls."
Qiao Yu swiftly swiped away Weibo...
The second comnt made him feel pretty good, but the third comnt, this guy just popped up.
But after thinking for a while, Qiao Yu still opened WeChat. He found Zhou Shuang.
"Stop joking. That was random doodling in class; just throw it away. Wait till I return to Star City, I’ll give you a few pages of the Riemann Conjecture proof manuscript to sell. That will really make money."
As expected, the other party was playing on their phone and replied quickly.
"Damn, really? Then it’s a deal!"
"Don’t worry; it’s just a few manuscripts, right? If you really can sell them, I’ll give you more!" Qiao Yu replied generously.
However, he thought that although Zhou Shuang got into high school, getting into a good university seed pretty challenging.
Spending high school weekend ti not studying or learning but playing on his phone, browsing Weibo, and chatting on WeChat—hopeless!
"Haha, then it’s a deal! Give them to , and I’ll keep them for my son. In the future, when you’re gone, these manuscripts will definitely be priceless. I checked; Einstein’s manuscripts once sold for over 11 million Euros! Even a note he wrote for a delivery man sold for 1.56 million US Dollars!"
Seeing this paragraph, Qiao Yu suddenly thought he should write more manuscripts. After all, it’s only wasting a few dozen pages for him. In future research on the Generalized Modal Axiomatic System, he should also use fewer computers and more paper.
Besides, he felt Zhou Shuang was getting better at talking.
He ans that his future achievent won’t be any lower than Einstein. But Qiao Yu figured that was bound to happen.
After all, when Einstein was about the sa age as him, he wanted to skip high school and go straight to university but failed the entrance exam due to poor language grades.
He was different; Chinese, English, history, morality, and all other liberal arts subjects had high scores, belonging to the kind of high-level talent that excels in all areas of moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and labor.
"Okay, I’ll leave ten pages for you! But don’t forget to watch tonight’s high-end interview."
"Haha, rest assured, I will definitely watch. The horoom teacher notified us in the group a minute ago; everyone has to stay ho and watch your interview tonight. We even have to take photos!"
"How did your horoom teacher get the news? Did he follow on Weibo too?"
"I sent a screenshot of your Weibo to the horoom teacher. Trust , I bet our school is all watching tonight! You don’t know, our principal can’t even talk without you!"
"Haha... alright, I have to go now. I’ll contact you once I’m back in Star City."
After chatting with Zhou Shuang, Qiao Yu contentedly closed WeChat. Indeed, old classmates are reliable.
Although academically and in terms of achievents, he’s certainly not as good as Yu Wei, Yu Yongjun, and Gong Jiatao, at least the old classmate truly has no ill intentions and adds significant emotional value.
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