Explanation, become a professor?

As they chatted, the group walked towards the Hilton Hotel, smiles on their faces.

The next moment, everyone's steps suddenly halted.

This was because they discovered a young man rapidly writing dense mathematical formulas on the signature board in the lobby.

Seeing this, Huang Zihao's forehead instantly broke out in a cold sweat, and he became extremely flustered.

He had just told Dean Hu Chuan that he guaranteed the International Mathematics Conference would be held grandly and successfully.

In the blink of an eye, the signature board was being scribbled on?

How would Dean Hu Chuan see him now? "Tap, tap!"

At this moment, two young men who looked like students walked over from a distance.

Seeing Hu Chuan, Huang Zihao, and the others, they quickened their pace.

Huang Zihao said in a low voice, "Didn't I tell you to set up the venue? Where did everyone go?"

"Our stomachs suddenly hurt just now, so we went to the restroom..." the taller boy explained.

"Stomach ache? Hmph! Look what the signature board has become!" Huang Zihao pointed ahead.

The two students quickly looked towards the signature board.

"This... why is someone writing formulas on it?" the taller boy said.

"Why is someone writing formulas? Hurry up and make him stop!" Huang Zihao scolded.

The two students finally reacted and were about to step forward.

At this moment, Hu Chuan, who had been silent, said, "Don't disturb him!"

Huang Zihao and the two students paused slightly, their faces full of confusion.

But Hu Chuan didn't explain further, his gaze fixed intently on Lin Fan, who was continuously writing formulas.

Old Professor Song Guotao, standing beside him, couldn't help but look over as well.

The next moment, his pupils slightly contracted, and he said in surprise, "He... he's solving Zhou's Conjecture?"

Young teacher Hu Tian asked, "Professor Song, do you think he can solve Zhou's Conjecture?"

Hu Chuan said excitedly, "He... he has already solved it!"

It was at this moment that Lin Fan wrote down the final answer: When 2^(2^n) < p < 2^(2^(n+1)), Mp has 2^(n+1) - 1 prime numbers.

"Clatter!"

Then, Lin Fan put down the pen and walked directly towards the elevator, preparing to go back to his room to rest.

First, he had taken a two-hour flight, and then he had solved a difficult mathematical problem, which had made him quite tired.

Hu Chuan quickly jogged after him. When he saw Lin Fan's face from the front, a look of unconcealed surprise appeared on his face.

Then, he took the initiative to extend his hand and said, "Hello, could I trouble you for a moment to get acquainted? I am Hu Chuan, Dean of the School of Mathematics at Jiangbei University."

Previously, Hu Chuan had guessed from Lin Fan's back that he should be relatively young.

However, he had never expected him to be this young.

He was probably even younger than the two graduate students who had set up the venue today.

Respecting the old and cherishing the young is a traditional virtue of China.

Hu Chuan was already over fifty and treated him politely.

Lin Fan naturally responded politely, extending his hand to shake, and said, "Hello, my name is Lin Fan."

"So it's Mr. Lin. It's truly hard to imagine that Mr. Lin, being so young, has researched prime numbers to such an extent, even solving Zhou's Conjecture," Hu Chuan exclaimed sincerely.

"I wonder... which university is Mr. Lin a professor at?" Hu Chuan asked tentatively.

Lin Fan smiled and said, "I'm not a professor."

Hearing this, Hu Chuan was not disappointed; instead, he became even more excited.

"Then, Mr. Lin, are you interested in coming to our 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, "Mr. Lin, please rest assured, our Jiangbei University will definitely provide you with the most favorable conditions."

"In addition, if Mr. Lin has any other requests, you can also bring them up, and we will try our best to meet them."

Lin Fan explained, "Dean Hu, you misunderstood me. I can't be a professor because I only have a high school education."

Hu Chuan quickly said, "That doesn't affect anything. With Mr. Lin's mathematical ability, there's no need for a piece of paper to prove it!"

For ordinary people, education is indeed very important.

However, a young man who has researched prime numbers to such an extent.

And even directly solved Zhou's Conjecture is clearly not an ordinary person.

No one knows how great his future achievements will be.

Now that Hu Chuan had finally met him, he naturally had to seize the opportunity.

Lin Fan saw the sincerity in Hu Chuan's eyes.

He was preparing to resign from his job and wasn't sure what to do next.

Furthermore, Lin Fan had a hint of longing for college life in his heart.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan finally spoke, "A professor at Jiangbei University, let's forget about that. But, if you let me study at Jiangbei University, perhaps I might be a little interested."

Being a professor required teaching classes, which sounded troublesome just thinking about it.

Clearly, being a student was more in line with Lin Fan's wishes.

Relaxed, free, and unrestrained.

When Hu Chuan heard the first half of Lin Fan's sentence, his face was filled with regret.

However, after hearing the second half of Lin Fan's sentence, his entire old face immediately wrinkled up like crumpled draft paper, and he said with immense joy, "Okay, I'll handle the enrollment procedures for Mr. Lin right away."

In fact, even for Hu Chuan, making someone with only a high school education a mathematics professor at Jiangbei University was somewhat troublesome.

But, specially recruiting a student was much simpler.

The two could almost be said to have hit it off instantly.

Then, Hu Chuan added, "Oh, right, Mr. Lin, today the deans, professors, and teachers from the schools of mathematics of many universities in Jiang Province will all be coming to the hotel to attend a mathematics seminar. I wonder if I could invite you to come on stage and explain prime numbers and Zhou's Conjecture?"

Lin Fan yawned and said, "No, I need to go back to my room to sleep, so I won't be attending."

For most people, giving a speech in front of many deans and professors was definitely a rare opportunity.

However, for Lin Fan, it was better to sleep a little longer with that time.

Hu Chuan felt a slight regret in his heart but didn't push too hard, so as not to displease Lin Fan.

Lin Fan entered the Hilton Presidential Suite and first took a hot bath.

Then, he spent 100,000 yuan to have the waiter bring up a seafood feast and a bottle of XO.

Ding! Spent 100,000, received 10 red envelopes. Do you want to claim all of them?

"Yes!"

Lin Fan casually clicked confirm.

Ding! Congratulations, you received 19,999 yuan.

Ding! Congratulations, you received 2,000 yuan.

Ding! Congratulations, you received 10,000 yuan.

From the 10 red envelopes, Lin Fan received a total of 112,500 yuan.

In other words, he spent money on a big meal, not only did he not spend any money, but he also earned over 10,000 yuan.

Lin Fan looked at the SMS reminder from the bank, a strange expression appearing on his face.

After eating and drinking his fill, Lin Fan lay directly on the soft big bed and fell asleep contentedly.

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