Genius of the Rules-Style System

Chapter 279: Chapter 199: This is just a staged play, isn’t it! _3

"Doesn’t seem too appealing, does it?

So, submitting papers to journals would be a better option.

The content of the three-dimensional tremor waveform diagram is merely an analysis of the function, apparently nothing novel.

Of course.

The content of the three-dimensional tremor waveform diagram is more than sufficient to ’slide through’ an academic presentation.

Quite a journey.

Capital doesn’t have a direct flight to Madrid, one has to transfer in Milan, Italy.

When the plane arrived in Madrid, Spain, everyone felt extremely tired, lacking the excitement typically associated with being in a foreign land. They just wanted to get the paperwork done quickly and have a good sleep in the hotel.

The next day, Zhao Yi revived his energy and he, along with Liu Hemin and his party, went to the conference.

There were already many people at the conference, judging by the bustling atmosphere outside, it must have been going on for several days.

On both sides of the entrance road, there were quite a few people ’setting up stalls’, most of them posting a shocking title onto a poster about their mathematical research.

"Why don’t they go speak at the conference, or just submit to journals?" Zhao Yi asked curiously.

Chen Ming, who was standing next to him, replied directly, "Not qualified."

"Not qualified?" Zhao Yi continued to ask, "Can they just send it to a journal?"

"The review wouldn’t pass. There are mistakes in some places, or the content is incoherent even to the journal editor."

"I see!"

Zhao Yi slowly understood and followed others to the stalls. Many people were doing the same.

Despite everyone ’setting up small stalls’ to exhibit their mathematical achievements, a gem could appear in these humble places, just yet to be discovered. Some people who did indeed research mathematics and came up with highly complex theories require a long review period to submit to major journals, and the reviews might not pass because the content is too difficult to understand.

Actually, it’s rather normal for the subject matter to become this complex. Just like Wiles’s proof of Fermat’s Last Theorem, it was first presented at the Newton Institute, instead of being directly written and published. Without the base set by his presentations, it would be difficult for his papers to be understood, and therefore, to pass the editorial review and get published.

Having talked to Chen Ming, Zhao Yi also needed to make a presentation for his research, so he decided to explore the place along with him.

Suddenly, a title caught his eye - ’Proof of the Riemann Conjecture’.

"???"

Zhao Yi was astonished, his mouth wide open. He had applied all sorts of system capabilities to thoroughly research the Riemann Conjecture, but he was yet to find a clue to the proof.

Someone had proved it here?

Zhao Yi stopped in front of the stall.

Seeing him stopped, Chen Ming also halted and glanced at the stall, muttering, "It must be fake. Don’t bother."

An indignant voice came from the side, "Don’t jump to conclusions!"

The voice was from the stall’s owner.

The stall owner was a skinny black youth who seemed somewhat meek. He was glaring angrily at Chen Ming, "How can you make such unfounded statements! You haven’t even read my proof, how can you be certain it’s wrong?!"

Onlookers surrounded them, sensing a scene worth watching.

Chen Ming felt embarrassed but responded, "Look at what you’ve written, the Riemann Conjecture! If you had proven the Riemann Conjecture, you would be the world’s top mathematician, not here..."

"It’s because others don’t want to read it! These inherently arrogant white people can’t accept that a black man might surpass them in mathematics!"

What a broad offensive remark...Impressive!

Zhao Yi sighed inwardly and stepped closer, asking, "How did you prove it? Do you have a detailed manuscript?"

The black youth noticed Zhao Yi’s youthfulness and seemed dismissive. Chen Ming quickly explained, "This is Zhao Yi, he’s the one who solved the Collatz Conjecture!"

"Whoosh~~~"

There was a sudden outburst of discussion among the bystanders.

"So he’s the Zhao Yi!"

"He’s so young?"

"I can’t usually guess East Asians’ ages, but he can’t be more than twenty!"

"Zhao Yi is eighteen. What ignorance!"

"Eighteen?"

"What can someone understand at eighteen? The Collatz Conjecture, he must just be lucky." People always have sour words when faced with those more successful than themselves.

Having heard Chen Ming’s introduction and the following comments from the crowd, the black youth realized that the young Asian in front of him was a person of achievement. He excitedly walked to the side, took out a large stack of things from his tattered bag, all scribbled with handwritten mathematical content that looked like some mysterious signs.

"This is my original draft. You can look at it, but please don’t damage it..."

"Alright."

Zhao Yi took the manuscript and started flipping through it, his speed exceedingly fast. He finished flipping through dozens of pages within a minute.

What’s happening?

"If you don’t want to read it, you don’t have to pretend!" The black youth seemed agitated and wanted to grab the manuscript but was reluctant to risk damaging it by tussling over it.

Zhao Yi handed the manuscript back to him, smiling, "Page three, the second to last line, there’s a calculation error. You’ve added an extra zero."

"Also, page six, your proof logic is flawed. The majority of the proof before that is correct, but because of this flaw..."

As Zhao Yi explained the details, the black youth started to peruse his manuscript with skepticism.

He found an actual calculation error on the second to last line of page three.

Without looking, he knew that the proof logic on page six had a problem. He always thought there must be a way to prove it and only wrote it down because he hadn’t come up with a solution yet.

What astonished the black youth the most was that Zhao Yi read his entire manuscript in just a minute and capable enough to point out the errors?

This...

He was completely convinced by Zhao Yi’s capability and immediately asked anxiously, "Are you sure the proof on page six is wrong? There’s no way...

"There’s no way!"

Zhao Yi affirmed, "It’s a false inference, not merely insufficient proof conditions."

"Therefore, I’m sorry, your proof is wrong."

Even though he knew this would be a severe blow to the youth, mathematics is based on precision and Zhao Yi had to say it out loud. freewēbnoveℓ.com

"How can this be..."

The black youth clutched his head in agony, scrutinizing his proof over and over again. Then he deeply bowed to Zhao Yi, "Thank you!"

After speaking, he quickly walked away with his bag.

The crowd was astounded and everyone started discussing what just happened-

"He read through dozens of pages in a minute?"

"And found the errors?"

"That’s too incredible!"

"Is this a performance? Quite interesting, I think he can win an Oscar. The black youth, even better, might win best actor..."

A sardonic voice with a high pitch came from the crowd.

Zhao Yi followed the voice, finding the face familiar, where had he seen him... It was...

"Mr. Wiles!"

No more guessing needed.

Someone in the crowd had already exclaimed in admiration.