Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Lu Zhou swears.

It's the first time he has come to the United States to hear such a strange request.

Looking at Ricardo with a snot and a tear in his eyes, Lu Zhou asked subconsciously.

"Is the prison in Federal Prison so delicious?"

"It's not delicious ..." Ricardo shook his head subconsciously, but then changed his mouth quickly and nodded in delight, "No, no, it's delicious, please send me to prison!"

Lu Zhou :? ? ?

Jericho :? ? ?

Hold the grass, is this man crazy?

Jericho stared nervously at Ricardo, who had taken out his cell phone and was ready to call the police.

As a native of the United States, he is clearly more aware of the dangers of people with mental illness than Lu Zhou and how to deal with this situation.

However, Lu Zhou gestured to him, begging him not to do so.

"Although I want to help you ..." Looking at Ricardo, Lu Zhou paused for a moment and said helplessly, "But you should be clear that the civil lawsuit that has been withdrawn has no principle to supplement the case, and Going to court will not repeat the same case. "

After listening to Lu Zhou's explanation, Ricardo's face was pale, he took two steps back, and sat down on the street with one butt.

The guard's hand at the school gate moved away from the baton, and the passing pedestrian looked at him, but he was even more confused and curious. Ricardo himself, his head paled, wondering what he was thinking.

Lu Zhou looked at him and sighed in his heart.

In fact, considering the cause and effect of the matter, and thinking of Professor Sarote's deflated expression, he probably guessed what Ricardo was afraid of.

In a sense, the end of being misunderstood as a double-sided spy is often worse than that of a commercial spy in the usual sense. Whether it's the angry Exxon Mobil or the stain on his professional resume, it's enough to make him say goodbye to his profession.

However, even if his experience deserves sympathy, Lu Zhou will not be sorry for it.

poor person must have something mean.

If he hadn't gone to Exxon Mobil with his data, what else could it have been?

If he leaves the company normally, in the light of his old family, Lu Zhou may not be able to introduce him to some better places from the scholars and research institutions he knows.

But unfortunately, there are not so many ifs in the world.

Just like no one will compensate Exxon Mobil and Professor Stanley for the loss, someone has to bear the consequences ...

...

After leaving behind, the car's exhaust swelled away, with the title of Honorary Professor of Columbia University, and the long-awaited land boat from Princeton, finally returned to this quiet town.

When Jericho drove his Ford Explorer to stop in front of the yard, Lu Zhou had just towed his luggage out of the trunk and was warmly welcomed.

"Professor, you are finally back." The most exaggerated one is undoubtedly Hardy. Looking at the returning Professor Lu, the enthusiastic Brazilian guy said cheerfully, "We were still betting. Would you just do that Stay there ... I know you will never leave us alone. "

Lu Zhou smiled, his heart could not help but warm.

However, just as he was about to say something, Qin Yue patted Hardy's shoulder expressionlessly, only spitting out two words.

"Repay the money."

"Oh, **** ... can't you wait for a while?" Hardy muttered, willing to gamble and take a piece of Franklin in Qin Yue's hand.

Looking at the two of them, Vera, pouting at her mouth, eventually didn't hold back, and laughed softly.

Even Wei Wen, with a cold face, could not help but show his smile.

Only Lu Zhou's face gradually lost his smile.

He didn't want to say anything except a MMP ...

I asked Jericho to park the car in the garage, and Lu Zhou went into his cozy cabin with his suitcase.

But as soon as he entered, he was sneezed by the dust in the room.

No one had lived in the house for two months, not even the wind.

Obviously, there is no way to live here until it has been thoroughly cleaned.

As for the kitchen, it is naturally useless.

Before considering that this might be the case at home, Lu Zhou originally planned to go to the Ivy Club to settle lunch.

Coincidentally, all five of his students are here, except for Hardy, who has only been granted membership in the Ivy Club.

It happened that the weather was not very hot today, and Hardy made a proposal to barbecue on the lawn and immediately got the unanimous consent of everyone.

As a result, a group of people quickly acted, dragging the barbecue stove and folding table from the garage with the landing boat, and there was a barbecue party on the lawn.

Sitting on the grass and eating the supposedly authentic Brazilian barbecue, drinking cold beer, Lu Zhou couldn't help feeling.

Although the parties here are not as luxurious as those on Manhattan Island, they bring him a completely different relaxation.

Sure enough, he still prefers to spend time with his students.

At this time, Vera came over to him with the dinner plate.

After sitting next to him, the little girl chatted with him a few words, and then reported to him the work during this time.

Including the teaching of number theory in the past two months, including the results of subject tests, including the research progress of Kakutani's conjecture ...

After listening to Willa's report, Lu Zhou nodded approvingly.

"Good job," he gave her an encouraging look. He smiled and continued. "Remember what I said before? I said that you would get used to the job."

Vera's face turned slightly red, and she looked away a little embarrassedly, speeding up her speech and continued, "In addition, two letters were sent to your office while you were away. I'll take you from the reception room Once retrieved, put it in the drawer on the right-hand side of your table. "

Lu Zhou smiled and nodded: "I see, I'll watch it tomorrow."

Upon returning from Columbia University, he not only needs a day to pack his luggage, but also needs this time to adjust his condition.

All day today, he had no plans to go to the Advanced Institute.

But once it arrives tomorrow ~ www.readwn.com ~ everything will be back on track ...

...

Spend the whole day at leisure.

In the early morning of the next day, Lu Zhou sent a report of visits and exchanges he had written while he was at Columbia University to Nassau Hall, Princeton University, and then went to the Institute of Advanced Studies.

Returning to the office after a long absence, Lu Zhou sat down on the office chair and took out the two letters from the drawer on the right.

One is from the International Union of Mathematicians (IMU) and is an invitation letter for the International Mathematician Conference to be held in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil next August 1.

Without any surprise, he was invited by IMU to give a sixty-minute report at the International Congress of Mathematicians.

Generally speaking, reports are divided into 45 minutes and 60 minutes. Not surprisingly, he may be the only Chinese scholar invited to give a sixty-minute report at this International Conference of Mathematicians.

As for another letter, an unexpected expression appeared on Lu Zhou's face.

The letter was sent from Germany across the sea.

[Dear Mr. Lu Zhou, I'm very sorry to disturb your research in your busy schedule. Regarding your recent article "Theoretical Model of Electrochemical Interface Structure" published in "JACS", we have done detailed research and analysis, but there are still many places where there are doubts ...]

[... If time permits, we sincerely hope that you can come to Europe. We will arrange a report for you, and scholars from all over the world will witness this great moment together. 】

【——Max Planck Institute Institute of Condensed Matter Physics】

Reading the letter from beginning to end, Lu Zhou's expression couldn't help but be strange.

The letter itself is fine.

But what he didn't understand is ...

Why is the inviter the Institute of Condensed Matter Physics?