Several people said as they walked towards the Hilton Hotel, their faces were full of smiles.
The next moment, everyone's footsteps suddenly stopped.
Because they unexpectedly found a young man on the signature board in the hall, writing intensive calculations quickly.
Huang Zihao saw this, a layer of cold sweat oozes on his forehead, and his whole person was in a panic.
I just told Dean Hu Chuan that I promised that this International Mathematics Conference could be held in a grand and grand manner.
In a blink of an eye, the signature board was scribbled?
How should Dean Hu Chuan think of himself?
"Tap!"
At this moment, two young students who looked like students came from a distance.
When they saw Hu Chuan, Huang Zihao and others, they couldn't help speeding up their pace.
Huang Zihao yelled in a low voice: "Didn't you let you arrange the venue? Why are the people gone?"
"We just had a sudden stomachache and went to the bathroom…" the taller boy explained.
"Stomach hurts? Huh! Look at what the signature board looks like?" Huang Zihao pointed to the front.
The two students hurriedly looked in the direction of the signature board.
"This… why would anyone write the calculation on it?" the tall boy said.
"Why would anyone write the calculation? Let him stop soon!" Huang Zihao scolded.
The two students reacted, and they were about to step forward.
At this time, Hu Chuan, who has not spoken, said: "Don't bother him!"
Huang Zihao and the two students paused slightly, their faces full of puzzlement.
However, Hu Chuan didn't explain too much, just staring at Lin Fan, who was constantly writing calculations.
The old professor Song Guotao, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but look over.
The next moment, his pupils shrank slightly, and he was surprised: "He… is he answering Zhou's conjecture?"
The young teacher Hu Tian asked: "Professor Song, do you think he can answer Zhou's conjecture?"
Hu Chuan said excitedly: "He… has already answered it!"
At this time, Lin Fan wrote the final answer: When 2^(2^n)＜p＜2^(2^(n+1)), Mp has 2^(n+1)-1 is Prime number.
"Pattern!"
Then, Lin Fan put down his signature pen and walked straight to the elevator, ready to go back to the room to rest.
first took the plane for two hours, and then solved a math problem, which really made him a little tired.
Hu Chuan hurriedly trot to follow. When he saw Lin Fan's face, a look of surprise appeared on his face that was hard to hide.
Then, he proactively stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, can you take a moment to get to know you? This is Hu Chuan, Dean of the School of Mathematics, Jiangbei University."
Earlier, Hu Chuan guessed from Lin Fan's back that he should be younger.
But, I never expected to be so young.
I am afraid, they are younger than the two graduate students who set up the venue today.
respecting the old and loving the young is a traditional Chinese virtue.
Hu Chuan is over half a hundred years old and treats himself politely.
Lin Fan naturally responded politely, and then reached out and shook hands, saying: "Hello, my name is Lin Fan."
"It turned out to be Mr. Lin. It is really hard to imagine that Mr. Lin is so young that he has studied prime numbers to this level, and even solved the whole body conjecture." Hu Chuan sighed sincerely.
"I don't know… which university professor is Mr. Lin?" Hu Chuan asked tentatively.
Lin Fan smiled and said, "I am not a professor."
Hu Chuan said that not only was he not disappointed, but he became more excited.
"Then I don't know Mr. Lin, are you interested in coming to our Jiangbei University as a mathematics professor?" Hu Chuan said eagerly.
Lin Fan was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Hu Chuan to offer such an invitation.
Seeing Lin Fan, Hu Chuan hesitated and said: "Mr. Lin, don't worry, Jiangbei University will definitely give you the best conditions."
"In addition, if Mr. Lin has other requirements, he can also make them, and we will try our best to satisfy you."
Lin Fan explained: "Dean Hu, you have misunderstood what I mean. I only went to high school, so I can't be a professor."
Hu Chuan hurriedly said: "This doesn't affect anything. With Mr. Lin's mathematical ability, he doesn't need a diploma to prove it!"
For the average person, education is really important.
But, one has studied prime numbers to this point.
Even, the young man who directly answered Zhou's conjecture is obviously not an ordinary person.
No one knows how much he will achieve in the future.
Nowadays, Hu Chuan has finally encountered it, so it is natural to grasp it.
Lin Fan saw the truth in Hu Chuan's eyes.
He is about to quit his job, but he doesn't know what to do in the future.
In addition, Lin Fan also has a trace of longing for college life in his heart.
Thinking of this, Lin Fan finally said: "Professor of Jiangbei University, forget it. But, if I were to go to Jiangbei University to study, maybe I would still be interested."
Professor needs to teach people, and it is troublesome to think about it.
Obviously, the students are more in line with Lin Fan's wishes.
Relaxed, at ease, and unrestrained.
When Hu Chuan heard the first half of Lin Fan, his face was full of regret.
However, after listening to the second half of Lin Fan's sentence, the whole old face was like crumpled manuscript paper, crumpled into a ball, and said with great joy: "Okay, I will go through the enrollment procedures for Mr. Lin later."
In fact, even Hu Chuan, let a person with a high school degree become a mathematics professor at Jiangbei University, there are some troubles.
However, it is much simpler to recruit a student specially.
The two almost hit it off.
Then, Hu Chuan said: "Yes, Mr. Lin, today the deans, professors and teachers of many universities in Jiang Province will all come to the hotel to participate in the math seminar. I don't know if I can ask you to come to the stage and explain about prime numbers and weeks. Do you guess it?"
Lin Fan yawned and said, "No, I have to go back to my room to sleep, so I won't participate."
For the average person, speaking in front of many deans and professors is definitely a very rare thing.
However, for Lin Fan, with this time, it is better to sleep longer.
Hu Chuan felt a little regretful, but he didn't force it too much, so as not to make Lin Fan unhappy.
Lin Fan entered the Hilton Presidential Suite and took a hot bath first.
Then, at a cost of 100,000 yuan, the waiter brought up a seafood meal and a bottle of X0.
[Ding! If I spend 100,000 and get 10 red envelopes, do I receive all of them? ]
"Yes!"
Lin Fan clicked OK casually.
[Ding! Congratulations, you got 19,999 yuan. ]
[Ding! Congratulations, you got 2,000 yuan. ]
…
[Ding! Congratulations, you got 10,000 yuan. ]
10 red envelopes, Lin Fan received a total of 112,500 yuan.
In other words, he spent money to eat a big meal, not only did not spend money, but also made more than 10,000.
Lin Fan looked at the SMS reminder from the bank, with a strange look on his face.
After eating and drinking, Lin Fan lay directly on the soft big bed and fell asleep contentedly.