Sometimes, coincidences happened.
If Lu Zhou knew what was in the mind of Chairman Swift at this moment, he would probably accept the invitation from the International Union of Materials Research Societies and participate in the selection of the Annual Union Award.
The honor did not matter to him.
If he could make a small contribution to the peace, stability, and joint cooperation of the two countries in the next ten or even twenty years, he would gladly make a trip to North America.
After all, compared to the vast universe, the politics on Earth seemed insignificant.
Also, he hadn't been back to Princeton in a long time; Lu Zhou missed his old friends.
Unfortunately, the International Union of Materials Research Societies did not imply this in the email.
Therefore, when Assistant Zhao brought the email to Lu Zhou, he just glanced at it and said, "Write a rejection letter for me."
