Several people walked toward the Hilton Hotel while talking, their faces beaming with smiles.
The next moment, however, everyone's footsteps halted abruptly.
This was because they actually discovered a young man rapidly writing dense mathematical formulas on the signature board in the lobby.
Upon seeing this, a layer of cold sweat instantly seeped across Huang Zihao's forehead, and he was thrown into a panic.
Just moments ago, he had assured Dean Hu Chuan that he would guarantee the upcoming International Mathematics Conference would be held in a grand and solemn manner.
In the blink of an eye, the signature board had been scribbled all over by someone?
What would Dean Hu Chuan think of him?
"Tap, tap!"
At that moment, two young men who looked like students walked over from a distance.
When they saw Hu Chuan, Huang Zihao, and the others, they involuntarily quickened their pace.
Huang Zihao barked in a low voice, "Weren't you told to arrange the venue? Why did you both disappear?"
"Our stomachs suddenly started hurting just now, so we went to the restroom..." the taller boy explained.
"Stomachache? Hmph! Take a look at what the signature board has become!" Huang Zihao pointed ahead and said.
The two students hurriedly looked toward the signature board.
"This... how could someone write formulas on it?" the tall boy said.
"How could someone write formulas? Hurry up and make him stop!" Huang Zihao chided.
Only then did the two students snap back to their senses and step forward.
Just then, Hu Chuan, who had remained silent all along, said, "Don't go disturb him!"
Huang Zihao and the two students paused slightly, their faces filled with bewilderment.
However, Hu Chuan did not offer much explanation, simply fixing his burning gaze tightly on Lin Fan, who kept writing formulas.
Old Professor Song Guotao, standing beside them, couldn't help but look over as well.
The next moment, his pupils constricted slightly, and he said in astonishment, "He... is he solving Zhou's Conjecture?"
Hu Tian, a young teacher, asked, "Professor Song, do you think he can solve Zhou's Conjecture?"
Hu Chuan said with excitement, "He... has already solved it!"
Right at that moment, Lin Fan wrote down the final answer: When $2^{(2^n)} < p < 2^{(2^{n+1})}$, $M_p$ has $2^{n+1}-1$ prime numbers.
"Clack!"
Following that, Lin Fan put down his signature pen and walked straight toward the elevators, preparing to return to his room for a little rest.
He had first spent two hours on a plane, and then solved a difficult mathematical problem, which genuinely left him somewhat tired.
Hu Chuan hurried over in a trot, and upon catching sight of Lin Fan's front profile, a look of unmasked astonishment surfaced on his face.
Then, he proactively extended a hand and said, "Hello, may I take a moment of your time to introduce myself? I'm Hu Chuan, dean of the Jiangbei University School of Mathematics."
Earlier, judging from Lin Fan's back, Hu Chuan had guessed that he should be quite young.
Yet, he never expected him to be young to this extent.
He was probably even younger than the two graduate students who had set up the venue today.
Respecting the old and loving the young was a traditional Chinese virtue.
Hu Chuan was already past fifty and had shown him courtesy.
Naturally, Lin Fan responded politely as well, reaching out to shake his hand, and said, "Hello, my name is Lin Fan."
"So it's Mr. Lin. It's really hard to imagine that someone as young as Mr. Lin has researched prime numbers to such a degree, and even solved Zhou's Conjecture." Hu Chuan sighed with heartfelt emotion.
"I wonder... which university's professor is Mr. Lin?" Hu Chuan probed cautiously.
Lin Fan smiled and said, "I'm not any kind of professor."
Upon hearing this, not only was Hu Chuan not disappointed, but he grew even more excited.
"Then I wonder if Mr. Lin would be interested in coming to Jiangbei University to be a mathematics professor?" Hu Chuan asked eagerly.
Lin Fan was slightly stunned; he had never expected Hu Chuan to make such an invitation.
Seeing Lin Fan hesitate, Hu Chuan added, "Don't worry, Mr. Lin, our Jiangbei University will certainly offer you the most generous conditions."
"In addition, if Mr. Lin has any other requests, you can bring them up, and we will do our best to satisfy them."
Lin Fan explained, "Dean Hu, you've misunderstood my meaning. I can't be a professor because I only finished high school."
Hu Chuan hastily said, "That doesn't affect anything at all. With Mr. Lin's mathematical ability, there's no need whatsoever for a piece of paper as proof!"
For ordinary people, educational background was indeed very important.
However, a young man who had researched prime numbers to this extent.
And who had even directly solved Zhou's Conjecture was clearly no ordinary person.
No one could know how great his future achievements would turn out to be.
Now that Hu Chuan had managed to cross paths with him, he naturally wanted to seize the opportunity firmly.
Lin Fan perceived the genuine sincerity in Hu Chuan's eyes.
He was preparing to quit his job and did not know what to do next.
Moreover, in the depths of his heart, Lin Fan also harbored a trace of yearning for university life.
Thinking of this, Lin Fan finally spoke up: "A professor at Jiangbei University? Forget it. But if you let me go to Jiangbei University to study, perhaps I'm still a bit interested."
A professor needed to give lectures to people, and just thinking about it felt troublesome.
Clearly, being a student suited Lin Fan's wishes much better.
Relaxed, carefree, and unfettered.
When Hu Chuan heard the first half of Lin Fan's sentence, his face filled with a look of regret.
However, after listening to the second half, his entire aged face instantly crumpled like a crumpled draft paper, and he said with incomparable joy, "Good, I'll process the enrollment procedures for Mr. Lin shortly."
In truth, even for Hu Chuan, making someone with a high school education a mathematics professor at Jiangbei University involved a fair amount of trouble.
However, specially recruiting a student was much simpler.
The two of them could almost be said to have hit it off instantly.
Following that, Hu Chuan spoke again: "Right, Mr. Lin, today the deans of the schools of mathematics, professors, and teachers from many universities in Jiang Province are all coming to the hotel to attend a mathematics seminar. I wonder if I could invite you on stage to explain prime numbers and Zhou's Conjecture?"
Lin Fan yawned and said, "No thanks, I need to go back to my room to sleep, so I won't participate."
For ordinary people, giving a speech in front of numerous deans and professors was absolute a tremendously rare opportunity.
However, for Lin Fan, having that time was far less appealing than sleeping a bit longer.
Hu Chuan felt a slight trace of regret in his heart, yet he did not push too hard, lest he incur Lin Fan's displeasure.
Lin Fan entered the Hilton Presidential Suite and first took a hot shower.
Afterwards, he spent 100,000 yuan to have the waiter send up a seafood feast and a bottle of XO.
Ding! Spent 100,000, obtained 10 red envelopes. Claim all?
"Yes!"
Lin Fan casually tapped to confirm.
Ding! Congratulations, you obtained 19,999 yuan.
Ding! Congratulations, you obtained 2,000 yuan.
Ding! Congratulations, you obtained 10,000 yuan.
Across the 10 red envelopes, Lin Fan obtained a total of 112,500 yuan.
In other words, by spending money on a big feast, not only did he not spend anything, but he actually earned over 10,000 yuan instead.
Looking at the text message notification sent by the bank, a strange look appeared on Lin Fan's face.
Having eaten and drunk his fill, Lin Fan directly lay down on the soft, large bed and fell soundly asleep in satisfaction.
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