Super God-Level Top Student

The paper was long, but just by looking at the title and abstract, Roth Dugan knew that this length was necessary, otherwise the issue simply couldn't be clarified.

In fact, a proof of unification could never be achieved in a very short span.

Of course, one day was definitely not enough time to review the whole paper, and this time, it wasn't something that could be persuasive by just his own review.

Therefore, Roth Dugan didn't rush to read the main text, even though he was indeed feeling somewhat impatient.

After all, as a little old man who had been immersed in mathematics for decades, he was very clear about what it would mean if Qiao Ze's paper could withstand scrutiny.

To establish one's own school of thought at eighteen and join the ranks of the top mathematicians?

Well, Roth Dugan swore he was already very fond of Qiao Ze, definitely more so than many people in the world, but the kid was after all only eighteen. The next time the Fields Medal was to be awarded would be in three years; he would only be twenty-one, far too young.

Young enough to make countless people envious.

After these fleeting thoughts, an image of that old guy from the neighboring Institute for Advanced Study bursting into his office the day before yesterday and making a scene came to mind.

Heh...

Do I, this arrogant old thing, not care about Princeton's century-old reputation?

Okay, Roth Dugan felt that probably less than a hundred people were qualified to review Qiao Ze's paper.

But conveniently, that old guy was one of those hundred.

That was probably one of the biggest advantages of "Mathematics Annual."

The School of Mathematics and the Institute for Advanced Study almost covered all the big names in every subdivision of mathematical research.

No matter how outstanding the paper was, they could always find a suitable reviewer immediately.

At this moment, Roth Dugan was fired up.

Although he hadn't read Qiao Ze's paper yet, for a mathematician, this was the joy of the unknown.

He decided to invite that old guy to review the paper, not double-blind, but single-blind.

He wanted to openly give Qiao Ze's paper to him and let him make a judgment.

It was like Einstein's definition of the reality of existence.

The past, present, and future all exist simultaneously and depend on the observer's position and motion.

Roth Dugan wasn't sure if Qiao Ze's paper had enough persuasive power, but he wanted to wager, to see if he could keep the moments of the past scolding Roth, today's understanding of Roth, and the future Roth permanently recorded.

So, Roth Dugan picked up the telephone on his desk. Good, the person on the other end was giving him some face and didn't hang up immediately.

"Professor Milnor, if you have time, perhaps you could come to my office again."

"Ha, I'm glad you didn't call me that damned Daniel, so have you come to your senses and want to apologize to me in person? Shouldn't you be the one coming to my office to apologize?"

"Apologize to you? Ha, Professor Milnor, you think too highly of yourself. I'm just inviting you to look at something, I swear, you'll find it very interesting. For the next week, you'll be so engrossed in what I show you that you'll say to me, 'Oh, Professor Dugan, I can understand you now, you weren't confused, but could you give me his email?'"

"Him? That Huaxia kid? He submitted another paper? What a joke. Even a paper mill couldn't be that efficient, unless it's worthless trash!"

"Anyway, I've already invited you. If you choose not to come, I'll find another reviewer in half an hour. And if everyone approves of the paper, I'll choose to preheat it again on the official website. Just like you said, continue to consume Princeton's credibility."

Unless you can get me off the editor-in-chief position in a hurry, I have the right to do so. However, you really don't have much time left, because the review of this paper only requires a week. The board may support me, maybe they can't keep me, but they can certainly delay for me without trouble."

Having said that, Roth Dugan hung up the phone directly.

He didn't need to listen to guess that the hot-tempered guy was probably using a full spectrum of enthusiasm and words beginning with F to express how much he wished for something to happen between them.

There was no helping it; not every mathematician had his patience, especially those guys from the West.

The guy's mouth was as unpleasant as his temper.

And Roth Dugan was sure this guy would definitely not resist coming to his office. Explore more adventures at empire

Not just out of curiosity, but more so because at this moment, Professor Daniel Milnor was likely to be leaping with rage and wouldn't be able to get anything done all day if he didn't come to have it out with him.

Roth Dugan's prediction proved right.

It didn't take half an hour; thirteen minutes later, noisy voices came from outside the door.

"Oh, my God, Mr. Milnor, you..."

"Get out of my way, I'm here for Roth, that bastard. I suggest you call 911 for him quickly because in a moment I'm going to duel with that bastard, and obviously, he is going to be beaten badly!"

Accompanying this irate voice, the door of Roth Dugan's office was pushed open, and a burly figure rushed in.

He hadn't even used an umbrella and was soaked from head to toe, especially his iconic blond hair on top of his head, which was already in disarray, now appeared even more bedraggled after being wetted by the rain.