I have to say that Wang Zhengfei is a very smart businessman.

Although he did not think about bargaining with Lu Zhou, when he was ready to speak, he was keenly capturing some unusual information from Lu Zhou’s expression changes.

And this unusual information seems to indicate that Lu Zhou is not very keen to cooperate with them, but is ready to consider cooperation with other semiconductor companies in China.

For example, the Ziguang Group, which is not inferior in volume, is not inferior.

Almost at that moment, Wang Zhengfei made a decision.

If Star Technology and the Purple Group or other companies in the semiconductor industry cooperate, the key to the new era of carbon-based semiconductors will slip away from their competitors.

At that time, if Warwick doesn't want to miss the carbon-based chip era, it can only buy the chips from semiconductor companies that master the technology at a higher price. At that time, even if Hess is still under their absolute control, the meaning is not great.

Hai Si is the basic disc of Warwick, but if you can't follow the trend of the times, even if it is important, it will eventually be emptied by the times.

On the surface, they made a compromise, but in fact, this is not a kind of retreat.

Some price has been paid, but the return from these costs can make HiSilicon more powerful and also make Warwick's products more competitive in the international market...

This is far more than a so-called basic disk that can be overtaken or even eliminated at any time when the new era comes.

Thinking of this, there was still a heavy Wang Zhengfei, and my heart was a lot more comfortable.

It’s definitely not because of the fact that he is making such a decision.

It is a win-win choice made after weighing the pros and cons!

......

After leaving Jinling by plane, Molina did not return to Princeton immediately, but returned to her hometown of France and began her seven-day holiday.

Everyone needs a break, relax the springs in the brain, and forget about the troubles for the time being.

Molina is no exception.

Although for her, her hobbies and her career are overlapping, but this great career is not always to bring her fun.

Especially when faced with competitive pressure from other scholars...

This trip to China can be said to have let her heart and soul.

The "career" hit one after another, almost let her begin to doubt life.

If she was not encouraged by the portrait of Professor Abel who was hanging in her grandfather's house, she would soon have to give up the idea of ​​Zhengxing, a mathematical family.

The old man in the nightgown knocked on the door, pushed open the wooden door of Molina's room, and looked at the granddaughter sitting at the desk, and the old man's eyes showed a distress.

"Is still thinking about that question?"

"No, that's what happened after I got back to Princeton," Molina shook her head. "At least for seven days, I don't want to consider any math problems."

Old man: "Your father taught at a high school in Paris. You haven't seen it for a long time. Why don't you consider going back here?"

Molina replied without hesitation: "The environment in Princeton is more suitable for me. There are very many excellent scholars there. Even a cup of afternoon tea can spark a lot of thoughts."

The old man persuaded: "But there are many excellent scholars like the Paris High School."

Molina said with a blank expression: "But I don't like Paris, and now Paris is full of rubbish."

What's more, she doesn't really want to see her father.

It is not because of the contradiction between father and daughter, just because there is not too much feeling. Her father and she are probably a type of person, and they belong to the great cause of mathematics that has been dedicated to mathematics, not just life, but also all feelings.

From a very young age, she lived in the countryside of Paris, grew up in her grandfather's ancestral home, until she got the offer of a full-time boarding school and went to Princeton to complete her university studies.

It can be said that here is the only thing left to her about this place.

Looking at the stubborn expression on the granddaughter's face, the old man opened his mouth and finally made a sigh of a thousand words.

"Well... my granddaughter, I hope you have a happy life anyway. Actually math is not yours."

"Maybe," Molina looked at the portrait of Abel on the wall. "But in my opinion, it is all of mine. At least he accompanied me through my childhood, I want to do something." What... for example, fulfilling your unfulfilled obligations."

Hearing this sentence, the old man’s eyes flashed a bit of pain.

Holding the wall and going to the sofa to sit down, he sighed softly and said in a persuasive tone.

“Some things need talent, especially in the field of art... Even if the artist is the same painter, the world is different in the eyes, the world under the brush is different. In my understanding, mathematics is like Is an art, my dear granddaughter, can you understand what I mean?"

"I don't understand," Molina shook her head and looked up at the portrait on the wall. There was a trace of confusion in her eyes. "I don't understand. Since I am a descendant of Abel, why is he even a little bit of wisdom? Unable to share."

Looking at Molina, who was struggling in this whirlpool, the old man’s expression was hesitant.

"Molina, there is one thing... I have been hesitating a bit, do you want to tell you."

"whats the matter?"

Zhang opened his mouth, and the turbid pupil emerged. The old man finally shook his head and said nothing.

"Forget it, still don't say it."

Molina: "..."

......

The seven-day holiday soon passed.

Feeling that he had completely recovered from the blow, Molina set foot on her way back to Princeton. When she got off the plane at New York Airport and sat on a taxi to Princeton, she opened the phone and landed at arxiv.

A large number of preprints on the e-value certificate hang on top. Regardless of whether these unreviewed papers are concerned, it seems that someone has pushed e to less than one in ten thousand.

It has been a considerable improvement to reduce one of the 60 millionths to one in ten thousand in seven days.

The critical band is approaching the finish line step by step. Because of the emergence of the hyperelliptic curve analysis method, this research idea that has been deposited for a century without being optimistic by anyone, even has a tendency to catch up with the critical line research ideas.

Thinking of this, Molina's heart could not help but stretch out a bit of an urgent feeling.

Although I didn't want to admit that Lu Zhou only took a month to complete the results of her research for several years, I had to admit that the "super elliptic curve analysis method" that he released was indeed excellent. To influence the entire analytic number theory...

Although the research ideas for exploring Riemann's conjecture are different, it is still good to study his papers...

Molina convince herself that she just wants to know what step her opponent has done. Even if his research is really good, she does not intend to give up the proof of the critical line.

Well, just researching it...

After returning to Princeton, the luggage was still in the dormitory, and even for a second without a break, Molina got up and went to the library not far from the dormitory to find the activity room she and Vera applied for from the school. .

However, just as she just pushed the door into the activity room and saw Vera's moment, she was there.

"……what happened to you?"

I saw the face of the white scorpion, which was filled with unnatural paleness at the moment, and the long hair of pale gold was like a layer of gray, with a lot less luster. Compared to her departure from Princeton, she is like a narcissus that is dying at the moment, and it makes people feel distressed.

Noticed Molina, Vera squeezed a little weak smile from her face.

"Nothing, I am just a little cold."

Although it is a comforting tone, the voice is completely incomprehensible.

Molina did not say anything, her hands caught the delicate shoulders, bent down and leaned her forehead against her forehead.

Feeling the heat coming from the forehead, her heart trembled and immediately straightened up.

"I will take you to the hospital."

"No, I have already seen it," the cheeks showed some sick red clouds. Vera avoided Molina's serious gaze and looked at the side with a dodge. "The doctor gave me some medicine... soon It’s ok.”

Suddenly looked at her, Molina released the hand on Vera's shoulder.

"Really?"

"Ok."

As he spoke, Vera felt that her throat was a little itchy, so she took a paper towel from the table and covered her mouth and coughed a few times.

However, at this time, I wonder if it was an illusion, but Molina suddenly saw it with the light, and she threw it into the paper on the paper with a trace of reddish.

Is she really okay?

The fear in Molina's heart is getting stronger and stronger.

Not only from the standpoint of collaborators, they have been very good friends since last year.

It seems that she is unwilling to let Molina worry too much about herself. Vera squeezes a comforting smile from her face.

"My things are set aside and talk about your knowledge of Jinling."

Molina opened her mouth, silenced for a while, and finally compromised under the gaze of tenderness. She gave up and sighed and said.

"...what part do you want to start listening to?"

The little girl’s face flashed a shyness.

"Of course... it’s about him."

"I have been leaving Princeton for so many years, is he still okay?"