Chapter 473: Chapter 153: Is He Blowing Bullshit?

On the early morning of November 1st, Qiao Yu set off on the high-speed train with Director Tian, Elder Yuan, and Qiao Xi, arriving in Linhai right on schedule by the afternoon.

The Huaxia Mathematics Society naturally hosts the annual mathematics academic conference each year, and this year the event was organized by Coastal Jiao Da.

Theoretically, the conference registration doesn’t start until the next day, and there’s a full day allocated for registration, but both Tian Yanzhen and Yuan Zhengxin had to go a day early.

Because besides registration tomorrow, there’s also a satellite meeting of the Huaxia Mathematics Society’s Algebraic Geometry subcommittee starting at 8:30 in the morning.

Both Tian Yanzhen and Yuan Zhengxin are special invited guests for this satellite meeting, so they had to arrive a day early.

Moreover, there are a series of meetings in the evening, including expanded meetings, executive committee meetings, and supervisory meetings…

In short, the two bigwigs will be very busy all day tomorrow.

This is very beneficial for Qiao Yu and Qiao Xi. After all, neither of them had been to a cosmopolitan city like Linhai before.

Sitting on the high-speed train, Qiao Yu was already pondering whether, after the two mentors went to their meetings, he could take Qiao Xi to explore Linhai.

This was actually the first time Qiao Yu and Qiao Xi were traveling far together. It was worth having a good time. Of course, the premise was that he and Qiao Xi did not have to attend the Algebraic Geometry subcommittee meeting.

As a result, Qiao Yu was very excited throughout the journey, constantly whispering with Qiao Xi.

The advantage of first-class seats on the high-speed train was that, although the seats were connected, each row could only accommodate two people, so they were seated separately from the two mentors.

…

At the hotel, Director Tian and Elder Yuan were invited to meet some people, while Qiao Yu and Qiao Xi tossed their suitcases into their room.

“Mom, later I’ll talk to Director Tian and Elder Yuan about not attending tomorrow’s satellite meeting and going to Disney for a day instead.”

It was not yet the coldest time in Linhai in November, and the weather forecast said it would be sunny tomorrow, with temperatures around 17 degrees Celsius during the day—a perfect autumn day for outings.

Qiao Xi glanced at Qiao Yu, shook her head slightly, and said, “Not interested.”

Qiao Yu said, “No, let me tell you, these satellite meetings are really boring. I’ve seen the meeting agenda; there won’t be anything too interesting.”

Qiao Xi stretched, then took a notebook out of her bag and sat at the desk in the hotel room.

“Did you forget? I still haven’t finished the literature you assigned. Even if the meeting is boring, I can read the literature. You might as well go out and have fun yourself.”

This sharp counter was something Qiao Yu completely didn’t expect, leaving him feeling a bit deflated.

But there was no help for it; he found going out alone very dull. The key point was that Qiao Yu didn’t really believe that Qiao Xi was such a diligent learner.

“You…”

Just as he said one word, his phone rang.

“Come to my room for a while, you know which one, right? It’s right next door to yours. The door’s open.” Tian Yanzhen’s voice came through the phone.

“Okay, Director Tian.” Qiao Yu said, then glanced at Qiao Xi, who was ignoring him, and left the room.

…

Upon arriving in Tian Yanzhen’s room, Elder Yuan was there too, sitting and sipping tea, smiling kindly at him.

Before he could even say hello, Director Tian said, “Prepare well in the next two days; it’s been approved. The second session on the morning of the fourth is yours again.”

“Huh? Is that possible?” Qiao Yu asked unexpectedly.

Tian Yanzhen explained, “I talked with Editor Dugen; your paper has passed the review. It will be published on the Ann. Math website by noon on the 3rd Beijing time at the latest. Congratulations on another high-profile journal paper, and a journal cover paper too.

Moreover, your paper on bounded prime intervals has gained accolades from Zhang Yuantang and Tao Xuanzhi. In exchange, I agreed with Editor Dugen to submit this paper directly to Ann. Math after the conference as well.”

Qiao Yu was stunned; he genuinely hadn’t expected this. Honestly, he hadn’t checked the submission backend of Ann. Math in the past couple of days.

Later, Pierre Derini sent him an email for an in-depth discussion on some mathematical concepts regarding the modal space axiomatic system.

However, this big shot also didn’t mention whether the paper passed the review, so he was surprised to hear about it from his mentor first.

It truly was unexpected.

For a brief moment, he thought about flying to Princeton to ask Editor Dugen face to face what was going through his mind…

If he’d known this was the situation, he wouldn’t have wasted time tinkering with the paper on reducing the interval to 6, since its significance was minimal.

He should just wait to finish his final work and solve the Twin Prime Conjecture directly.

After all, the relationship between prime interval upper bounds and the Twin Prime Conjecture is quite close.

Because if the Twin Prime Conjecture holds, it inherently suggests that the prime interval can be kept very small, such as 2.

Alright, it wasn’t entirely pointless, since proving the upper bound for prime intervals can limit the growth rate of these intervals and provide indirect support for the Twin Prime Conjecture.

But Qiao Yu still felt like he’d been doing some pointless work. Had he known his paper would be published by Ann. Math on the 3rd, he could’ve followed the direction set by Director Tian and Elder Yuan and discussed his modal space axiomatic system on the 4th.

“Look at your expression! What’s wrong? Not satisfied that the paper’s getting published sooner? Don’t think I’ll praise you just because your achievement is impressive. Do you know how many meetings I’ve had to attend because of you?” Tian Yanzhen glared at Qiao Yu and said.

“Uh… well, Director Tian, although I didn’t tell you, the corresponding author listed on the Ann. Math cover journal is your name as well. It’s just that Professor Dugen didn’t contact you.”