Deng Puhe said, "There's an event in Lanzhou this November—the International Basic Science Congress Mathematics Night. It's called a night, but the event has actually been extended this year and will last a week."
Deng Puhe said, "The longer the event lasts, the more chances there are to make a name for yourself. We're looking for eye-catching results to arrange lectures around."
Deng Puhe said, "Of the twenty-odd areas that the international mathematical community is most interested in, one is the Song He Manifold. Several people will be speaking on it this year. As its proposer, would you like to give a lecture too?"
Song He raised an eyebrow and typed a message: "In Lanzhou? Why have mathematicians been holding events in China so often these past few years? It feels like there are events every year."
Deng Puhe said, "Foreign mathematicians think our public security is good, the venues are impressive, and the accommodations and food are decent. We're also an emerging popular tourist destination. Once they come, they want to come again, so the demand is high."
Deng Puhe said, "Provinces and cities across the country also like hosting events. It promotes the development of domestic mathematics, and if we're lucky, we can even persuade a few top mathematicians to settle and work here. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement. These past few years, every time we've held a mathematics event, we've managed to persuade seven or eight prominent mathematicians to settle locally. That's already worth the effort."
Song He suddenly understood. No wonder it felt like there were more and more events. So that was what was going on behind the scenes.
"Quite a few people are going to speak about the Song He Manifold this time? Who are they?" Song He asked curiously.
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