Xueba's Black Technology System, Volume 437, Coach, I want to sell a drone meeting to start again.

Stepping into the conference room, Professor Kreb took a stack of copies on the table and gestured to the assistant behind him who also held a essay, instructing him to send the papers down.

The professors and engineers at the conference table looked at each other and did not know what Professor Kreb was doing.

Picking up the paper, Edor simply swept his eyes and frowned slightly.

"What is this?"

With his hands on the table, Professor Kreb said with a gaze.

"This is what we have been waiting for!"

It was somewhat uncomfortable to be stared at by the avid sight, and Udor hesitated.

"Are you sure this thing is reliable?"

Professor Krebberg said in a very positive tone: "The author of the thesis is Professor Lin of Princeton, this year's Fields Medal winner. If his mathematical model is not reliable, I can't think of anyone else in the world. The model is more worthy of our trust."

"Plasma turbulence... turbulence... I have a headache when I see the words turbulent flow." The paper was dropped on the table, and the plasma physics experts sitting at the corner of the conference table pinched their eyebrows. "I am plasma physics." Experts, not to discuss fluid mechanics with you."

Some professors are silent, and the brows are staring at the papers in their hands, studying the complicated process of checking them. There are many big cows in the Max Planck Institute, and there are also visiting scholars from all over the world.

Among these people, there are always big cows who are proficient in mathematics.

But even if you are not proficient, it doesn't matter.

Just like Kreiber.

Although he can't understand the part of the discussion, many people can still understand the mathematical model as the conclusion and the super-calculation results attached to the paper.

Staring at Professor Hesinger, Krebs said earnestly: "I know this sounds a bit ridiculous. The turbulence problem is basically unresolved. It is basically a consensus in the physics community. But if this model is really reliable, we can base it on it. Modify our control scheme to reduce the collision of the plasma with the first wall."

Silence for a long time, Professor Hesinger finally made the decision.

"Take a try."

The best way to test the truth is to practice.

Just like the phenomenological model they are using, it is also based on the experience of countless experiments.

Upon hearing this, Erdor moved slightly and looked at Professor Hesinger incredulously. "Are you sure you want to change the plasma control scheme? Just because this paper doesn't know if there is any chance to publish it?"

Professor Hesinger gave him a silent look.

“Do we have any other choices?”

Changing the control plan is not an easy task.

But this kind of procedural modification is much easier than the systematic big change...

......

After the paper was submitted, Lu Zhou did not take it anymore.

More interestingly, this time he hangs the preprint on the arxiv website, but after getting a click from his peers, it does not trigger the system's decision on the completion of the task.

It seems that the rules for the determination of such biased applications are not the same as the proofs of mathematical conjectures. Openness or not may not be the sole criterion for determining the completion of a task.

Carefully recalling the description of the mission, Lu Zhou remembers that the original requirement of the mission is to "establish a mathematical model for the plasma turbulence phenomenon in the pseudo-star."

Is the judgment of the mission included, must at least one imitation star use his model?

If this is the case, this task is afraid of some difficulty...

Even the top-level journals such as prx are less likely to be adopted by research institutions.

And the most important thing is that there are too few imitation stars in the world...

Of course, it does not rule out the possibility that his research has problems.

Although Lu Zhou feels that this possibility is very low...

In short, after confirming that the progress of the review of the paper entered the peer review process, Lu Zhou slowed down the work rhythm a little.

From the ns equation to the study of plasma turbulence problems, in the past six months, apart from the days when he went to Brazil to open the conference, he basically did not have to spare.

After all, he is not a machine, he also needs rest...

On the lawn next to Lake Carnegie, a group of undergraduate boys are testing drones.

The annual autumn race is about to start again, and now is the most crucial moment for training.

As a consultant to the club, Lu Zhou will also come here when he is not busy.

On the one hand, it points to some technical problems of these young people. On the one hand, it is also the opportunity to blow the sun and the sun in the lake.

Sitting next to Lu Zhou, the club president Jimmy, pulling the grass next to the shoes, suddenly said.

"Professor, I will graduate next year."

"Oh? I can't say I can give you a good suggestion, like recommending a few reliable professors."

For this boy with freckles, Lu Zhou’s impression is still good.

Although there are not many engineering professors he knows, it is okay to find familiar people to find out about other professors.

However, beyond his expectations, Jimmy shook his head.

"I don't plan to go to school. I plan to graduate directly."

Lu Zhou gave him a look at the accident.

"Graduation? Do you want to do something?"

"Drone!" staring at the little guy flying in the sky, Jimmy said with a smile, "I am going to open a drone company, this is my dream."

Lu Zhou Khan said: "This sounds like... it's a very interesting idea. But Jimmy, what are you going to do with drones?"

Jimmy replied with a smile: "You can do a lot of things, such as sending a courier, and then sending a pizza."

Drone express?

Suddenly heard the word, this is really missed...

Looking at the little guys hovering in the sky, Lu Zhou couldn’t help but recall his own college days and the papers he had in college.

I remember that he also received an offer from the wind.

Suddenly, Lu Zhou couldn't help thinking, if at that time, he did not refuse the offer, but chose to suspend his studies to go to the windy lab to study drone logistics. Now is this kind of situation?

This thing in life is really amazing...

Jimmy: "Professor?"

Lu Zhou returned to God: "What happened?"

"How do you think that using the drone to send the express this idea?" Jimmy looked at Lu Zhou seriously and asked for advice.

"A very good idea, how do you say it? I am very optimistic about this project, but I have no investment plan recently."

Jimmy is embarrassed to smile: "No, you misunderstood, I don't need your investment, my father is willing to lend me five million dollars in venture capital, this starting capital is enough for me."

Lu Zhou: "..."

Ok, it seems that he is passionate about himself.

But then again, why, apart from his own students, he always feels that several students who have a good relationship with him are local tyrants...

"In this case, your future will be well grasped. I can't help you with other things, but I can recommend you a few good papers... although it only outlines a general framework and does not really complete it. "There was a pause, Lu Zhou continued. "But they are published in the general public. I am not sure if the database of the Rock Library is included. You may have a little patience when you look for it..."

The sorrow of the general magazine is probably here, even if you make first-class results, you will only get third-rate treatment.

Although it is for the task to be redeemed with points, but it is also the system produced.

The pertinent evaluation, Lu Zhou feels that the quality of those papers is still good, although the opening of the paper to see the water, but continue to do according to that framework, should be able to make a good result.

However, Jimmy did not disappoint. After hearing the words of Lu Zhou, his eyes suddenly became bright and he immediately said, "Please be sure to recommend it to me!"

Lu Zhou was no nonsense, and he took out the manuscript from his pocket.

He couldn’t remember the manuscript from which academic conference he was. He was mainly used to record inspiration, and he wrote some calculations and symbols that he could only understand.

After tearing off a blank sheet of paper, Lu Zhou wrote the name of the journal and the approximate date on it, and then handed it to Jimmy.

"take it."

"Thank you!"

Picking up the note from Lu Zhou's hand, Jimmy got it into his pocket if he got the treasure.

Looking at the way he valued so much, Lu Zhou hopes that he can't use anything, how much can help him a little busy.

Just then, the phone in his pocket suddenly shook twice.

Standing up and patted the grass clippings on the trousers, Lu Zhou walked to the side of the lake and found the phone in his pocket.

Xiao Ai:

Sweeping the pop-up window on the screen, Lu Zhou smoothly opened the link and logged in to the mailbox.

Very cleverly, there are two unread messages lying in the mailbox.

One was sent by prx to inform him that the peer review has ended and the paper will be published in the latest issue of prx.

As for the other, it is from the Institute of Plasma Physics of the Max Planck Institute...