The Nobel Prize award ceremony ended.
All good things had to come to an end. The scholars gathered in Stockholm boarded their return flights and left this city.
Lu Zhou stood at the airport entrance while looking at his family. Xiao Tong, who was standing behind her parents, spoke with a sad expression on her face.
"Brother, are you not going back with us?"
Lu Zhou: "I still have to go to France before I go back. I'll probably be back next week."
Old Lu: "Another award?"
Lu Zhou: "Yeah, I guess so."
After all, he promised he would accept this award.
Before going home, he planned on going to Institut de France to receive the award from the Clay Institute.
Old Lu: "What award is this?"
Lu Zhou: "It's about the Millennium Prize Problems."
Old Lu didn't know what the Millennium Prize Problems were. He thought for a moment and decided to ask about the prize money.
"How much is it?"
