Chapter 872: Is he doing well?

I have to say that Wang Zhengfei is a very savvy businessman.
Although he didn't think about bargaining with Lu Zhou, when he was about to speak, he caught some unusual information from the change of Lu Zhou's expression.
And this unusual information seems to indicate that Lu Zhou no longer wants to cooperate with them, but is ready to consider cooperating with other domestic semiconductor companies.
For example, in terms of volume, it is not inferior to Hisilicon's Ziguang Group.
Almost at that moment, Wang Zhengfei made a decision.
If Xingkong Technology cooperates with Ziguang Group or other companies in the semiconductor industry, the key to a new era of carbon-based semiconductors will slip from their hands to competitors.
At that time, if Warwick does not want to miss the era of carbon-based chips, it can only pay a higher price to buy these chips from semiconductor companies that master this technology. By that time, even if Hisilicon was still under their absolute control, it would be meaningless.
It is true that Hisilicon is Warwick's basic disk, but if it cannot follow the trend of the times, it will eventually be overtaken by the times even if it is important.
On the face of it, they have made a compromise, but in fact this may not be a retreat.
Some costs have been paid, but the return in exchange for these costs can make Hisilicon more powerful and make Warwick's products have a stronger international market competitiveness ...
This is far more reliable than keeping a so-called basic disk that may be surpassed or even eliminated at any time when the new era comes.
Thinking of this, Wang Zhengfei, who was still a bit heavy, felt comfortable in his heart.
Making such a decision myself is definitely not because of licking that academician Lu.
It is a win-win choice made after weighing the advantages and disadvantages!
...
After leaving Jinling by plane, Molina did not return to Princeton immediately, but went back to her hometown of France to begin her seven-day vacation.
People need to rest, relax the tight clockwork in their brains, and forget about their worries temporarily.
Molina is no exception.
Although her hobbies and her career overlap, for her, this great career is not always fun for her.
Especially in the face of competitive pressure from other scholars ...
This trip to Hua Guo can be said to have made her mentally exhausted.
Successive blows on "career" almost made her start to doubt life.
Had she not been encouraged by the portrait of Professor Abel hanging in her grandfather's house, she would even give up the idea of ​​Zhengxing, a family of mathematics.
The old man in his robes knocked on the door, pushed open the wooden door of Molina's room, and looked at the granddaughter sitting at the desk, a distress in his eyes.
"Still thinking about that?"
"No, that's after I returned to Princeton," Molina shook her head. "At least these seven days, I don't want to think about any mathematical problems."
The old man: "Your father taught in Paris Normal University. You haven't seen each other for a long time. Why don't you consider returning here?"
Molina replied without hesitation: "Princeton's environment is more suitable for me. There are very, very good scholars there. Even a cup of afternoon tea can spark a lot of thought sparks."
The old man persuaded: "But there are many excellent scholars like Paris Normal University."
Molina said blankly, "But I don't like Paris. Paris is full of rubbish."
Not to mention, she didn't really want to see her father.
It's not because of any contradiction between father and daughter, but simply because there is not much emotion. Her father and she are probably a kind of person, belonging to the great cause of devoting all of her life to mathematics, not just life, but all feelings.
From a very young age, she lived in the countryside of Paris and grew up in her grandfather's house. Until she got the offer of a full-time boarding school, she went to Princeton to complete her college education.
It can be said that here is her only concern about this place.
Looking at the stubborn expression on the granddaughter's face, the old man opened his mouth, and in the end a thousand words spoke only a sigh.
"Well ... my granddaughter, I hope you are happy anyway. Actually math is not all you have."
"Maybe," Molina looked at the portrait belonging to Abel on the wall. "But in my opinion, it is all I have. At least he accompanied me through my childhood, and I wanted to do something. What ... such as fulfilling your unfulfilled obligations. "
Hearing this sentence, a bit of pain flashed in the old man's eyes.
Holding on to the wall, he sat down on the sofa, sighed softly, and said in a persuasive tone.
"Some things require talent, especially in the field of art ... even the painters who have studied in the same field, the world they see is different, and the world under the brush is even different. In my understanding, mathematics is like It's an art, my dear granddaughter, can you understand what I mean? "
"I don't understand," Molina shook her head, looked up at the portrait on the wall, and a look of confusion appeared in her eyes. "I don't understand. Since I am a descendant of Abel, why is he even a little intelligent? Can't share. "
Looking at Molina struggling in this vortex, the old man's expression was hesitant.
"Molina, there is one thing ... I've been a little hesitant to tell you."
"whats the matter?"
Opening his mouth, the muddy pupil appeared, and the old man finally shook his head and said nothing.
"Forget it, just don't say it."
Molina: "..."
...
The seven-day holiday passed quickly.
Feeling that she had completely recovered from the blow, Molina embarked on her return to Princeton. When she got off the plane at New York Airport and took a taxi to Princeton, she turned on her mobile phone and landed on Arxiv and looked at her.
A large number of preprints on the numerical proof of ε are hung on it. Regardless of whether these unreviewed papers have been written, it seems that someone has pushed ε below 10,000.
It is a considerable improvement to reduce one-tenth of a millionth to one-tenth of a million in seven days.
The critical zone is approaching the finish line step by step. Because of the emergence of the super-elliptic curve analysis method, this research idea has been deposited for a century and is not favored by anyone. There is even a tendency to surpass the critical line research idea.
Thinking of this, Molina's heart could not help but feel a little urgent.
Although she did not want to admit that Lu Zhou had left her years of research behind her for only a month, she had to admit that the "super elliptic curve analysis method" he had released was indeed excellent. To influence the entire field of analytic number theory ...
Although the research ideas for exploring Riemann's conjecture are different, it is really good to study his thesis ...
Molina convinced herself in her heart that she just wanted to know what step her opponent had already done. Even if his research results were really good, she did not intend to give up the proof of the direction of the critical line.
Well, just research ...
After returning to Princeton, she left her luggage in the dormitory without even taking a rest for a second. Molina got up and went to the library not far from the dormitory building, and found the activity room that she and Willa had applied for from the school. .
However, the moment she pushed the door into the room and saw Willa, she was there.
"……what happened to you?"
I saw that fair face. At this moment, it was filled with unnatural paleness, and the long, light-gold hair seemed to be covered with gray, and it lost a lot of luster. Compared to when she left Princeton, at this moment, she was like a daffodil withering, and it was embarrassing and distressing.
Noting Molina, Vera squeezed out a slightly weak smile from her face.
"It's okay, I just have a cold ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Although it's a consoling tone, the sound can't be reassuring at all.
Molina said nothing, grabbed the fragile shoulder with both hands, and bent down to rest her forehead on her forehead.
Feeling the heat from her forehead, her heart trembled slightly, and she straightened up.
"I'll take you to the hospital."
"No, I've already seen it." There were some sick red clouds on her cheeks, and Willa avoided Molina's serious look and looked aside, "The doctor gave me some medicine ... soon. Alright. "
Looking at her suspiciously, Molina let go of her hand on Vera's shoulder.
"Really?"
"Ok."
As she was talking, Vera felt her throat itch, so she pulled a tissue from the table, covering her mouth and coughing a few times.
However, at this moment, I don't know if it was an illusion, but Molina suddenly glanced at with the light, and she threw it into the paper basket with a trace of red marks.
Is she really okay?
The fear in Molina's mind grew stronger.
Not only from the standpoint of collaborators, they have been good friends since last year.
Seemingly reluctant to make Molina worry too much about herself, Vera squeezed a consoling smile from her face.
"My business is set aside first, tell me about your experience in Jinling."
Molina opened her mouth and remained silent for a while, but finally compromised under the gaze of gentle eyes, sighed and gave up.
"... where do you want to start?"
A little shyness flashed across the girl's face.
"Of course ... it's about him."
"He has been away from Princeton for so many years. Is he doing well?"
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