After successfully killing time on the balcony until the banquet ended, Lu Zhou left two bills on a hotel waiter's tray, then immediately headed to the parking lot and got into the black Red Flag that had been waiting for him.
"Back to Zhongshan International."
"All right."
Wang Peng, seated in the driver's seat, nodded and quickly started the car, pulling onto the road.
Although he had mostly been talking to himself earlier while discussing the Riemann zeta function with that woman whose name was a little too long, even he had not expected such a pointless conversation to give him a hint of inspiration.
Sitting silently in the back seat, Lu Zhou suddenly blurted out a sentence.
"I'm missing one tool."
Wang Peng, holding the steering wheel, froze slightly.
"...What tool?"
"Nothing."
"Do we need to make a trip to the supermarket?"
Lu Zhou smiled and shook his head.
"If the supermarket sold it, that would be nice."
Sensing that if Lu Zhou kept talking, he would probably spend the rest of the trip completely confused, Wang Peng wisely shut his mouth and focused on the road ahead, considering that he was still driving.
Purple Mountain Grand Hotel was not far from Zhongshan International to begin with. After barely more than ten minutes on the road, Lu Zhou soon saw the familiar gates of the residential complex.
Once the car stopped outside his home, Lu Zhou told Wang Peng not to come looking for him tomorrow, then headed straight inside and hurried toward the stairs.
"Trying to solve the Prime-Counting Function through conventional methods isn't realistic. Over the past century and a half, if not ten thousand people have challenged this problem, then at least a thousand have. Even if this line of thought works, traditional methods must have