Sure enough, Faltings added: "Your previous paper on the extension research and distribution deconstruction of the Clamel conjecture is also the draft reviewed by me and Delinje and Langlands."

"They also showed a strong interest in this paper that you later, just like me."

As he said that, Faltings took out another can of beer from his coat pocket and handed it to Chen Zhou: "Do you need beer?"

"Uh, OK..." Chen Zhou hesitated slightly, took the beer, pulled the pull ring off, and started drinking with Faltings.

"Professor Faltings, then when I go back and prepare, I will submit it to the Mathematics Annual."

Hearing Chen Zhou's words, the little German man finally smiled rare on his face.

"Don't worry, have some beer first."

Under the catalysis of beer, Chen Zhou and Faltings chatted while drinking, and the topics gradually increased.

After taking the last sip, Chen Zhou shook the beer can and chuckled softly: "Professor Faltings, wait for me and I'll get two more cans."

Unexpectedly, before Chen Zhou finished speaking, Faltings took out two cans of beer from his coat pocket.

Chen Zhou couldn't help but admire this operation.

Is coats used to hold beer?

No wonder I like to wear coats when I see Zhang Shouwu, Delini, Langlands and others.

"No need to be so troublesome, I still have it." Faltings threw a can of Chen Zhou and opened a can himself.

"Speaking of this, do you think MIT is missing something?" Faltings, who took a sip of beer, pulled the topic back again.

Chen Zhou didn't understand what Faltings meant for a moment, and asked in confusion: "What is missing?"

"They don't have the Mathematics Annual," Faltings said.

Chen Zhou's mouth twitched unconsciously and subconsciously looked at the room. Fortunately, the people from MIT did not notice this.

Chen Zhou roughly understood what Faltings meant. He wanted to say that MIT does not have four major journals in the mathematics world like "Mathematics Annual".

To go further, it means that MIT's mathematics is not good...

But even Professor Faltings is openly provoking in other people's territory, and it is not good to spread it, right?

"Professor Faltings, you're drunk..." Chen Zhou planned to change the topic.

After all, I just received a certificate of honor and a bonus at an academic conference hosted by someone.

Why, you have to help?

Unexpectedly, Faltings turned his head and looked at him and asked directly: "Don't you want to go to a better place? Don't you want to realize your math talent?"

"You're a waste of time at MIT, but in Princeton, you're going to fully tap your math potential!"

"This..." Chen Zhou was quite amused and sighed that his feelings were so accurate.

This is indeed here to poach people again...

Moreover, this person was Zhang Shouwu's teacher who was rejected by him...

Seeing that Chen Zhou was still hesitating, the young German man who was already serious suddenly raised his eyebrows and stared at Chen Zhou with his eyes: "Do you think what I said is wrong? Or do you mean that you don't cherish your math talent at all?"

Just when Chen Zhou didn't know how to respond, he could politely decline Faltings' kindness.

A voice came over: "Faltings, you can't say that. As far as I know, Chen is not only here to study mathematics at MIT, but also the physics he is interested in."

Chen Zhou looked at the foreign old man who was a little unfamiliar but took the initiative to rescue him, and a look of gratitude appeared on his face.

Otherwise, he would have been unable to refuse Faltings' invitation again and again.

Or, it was an invitation from Princeton.

No matter what, Chen Zhou still hopes to make a good relationship with these professors and bosses from Princeton.

It also leaves possibilities for future academic issues exchanges.

Instead, it may be because of your own rejection that the relationship is stiff.

Faltings glanced at the old man who was talking and said immediately: "George Smut, you shouldn't speak for your alma mater like this. And, haven't you seen Chen's talent in mathematics already shown? But you haven't left a trace in your physics yet!"

"But this does not mean his future, and it will not leave any trace?" George Smut shrugged with a smile.

Chen Zhou was very surprised when he heard Faltings' words and looked at the old man named George Smut in front of him.

He didn't expect to meet this astrophysics master here.

In 2006, George Smut won the Nobel Prize in Physics that year for "discovering the bold form and anisotropy of cosmic microwave background radiation."

This discovery is believed to be strong evidence that the universe was born in the Big Bang.

Moreover, George Smut and Chen Zhou have one thing in common.

That is, he also started with mathematics and physics.

He received a double bachelor's degree in mathematics and physics from MIT in 1966.

However, later he gave up mathematics and threw himself into the arms of physics.

Eventually, he received his PhD in physics from MIT.

So, when he saw Chen Zhou, a person who was extremely similar to him, George Smut instantly developed a favorable impression.

At the same time, George Smut felt that if a person like Chen Zhou who is extremely talented in mathematics switched to study physics, he would definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort!

Maybe he can still win a Nobel Prize like himself in the near future?

Faltings said again: "But I dare to guarantee that the next Fields Medal will definitely have his name! Can you guarantee?"

"Your Fields Medal is held every four years, and it's still early to the next one. But the Nobel Prize is held every year, so I can't guarantee it." George Smutter paused and looked at Chen Zhou and said, "But I think he will definitely win the Nobel Prize in Physics before me. Oh, it's my age to win the Nobel Prize."

“…”

Chen Zhou looked at the two big bosses, and was puzzled by the fact that he began to face Maimang.

George Smut has crossed Chen Zhou and faced with Faltings.

After looking at the two big shots again, Chen Zhou quietly withdrew from the balcony.

I walked into the banquet hall, scanned left and right, and found my goal.

Chen Zhou walked over quickly, took a look, thought for a while, and pulled his trouser pocket, which was a little small.

Then there is nothing to do.

Chen Zhou picked up a bunch of beer, turned around, and walked towards the balcony again.

"Professor Faltings, give it!"

"Professor Smut, give it!"

The two big men raised their hands to catch the beer can, slightly surprised.

Chen Zhou pulled the ring away and raised the beer to the two of them: "Let's cheers for a bright future!"
Chapter completed!