Chapter 20

Soon, the sensation in academic circles spread to the wider world.

News platforms and independent media immediately began reporting the incident like mad.

"According to a prominent insider, Jiang Ye may have proved the Beal Conjecture."

"Shocking! The truth behind why mathematicians worldwide are going crazy is actually-!"

"News from the Chinese Academy of Sciences: Jiang Ye is perfectly normal. His subsequent proof of the Beal Conjecture has prompted a group of top mathematicians to join forces and verify it."

"Joining forces to verify it? My god, can't even a math expert handle it alone anymore?"

"I'm a warehouse manager for a tobacco company. I smoked a whole warehouse of cigarettes and still couldn't figure out why he's so damn amazing!"

"Did you set the warehouse on fire or something?"

"Mathematics has always been the domain of geniuses. There's no need for us to belittle ourselves."

"If he really proves it, and it's completely correct, won't the next Fields Medal be Jiang Ye's?"

"If that happens, he'll receive a world-class award on par with the Nobel Prize at the age of twenty. Holy shit!!!"

Meanwhile, in the international livestream chat:

"The production team should stop him, or distract him with something else."

"Exactly. Can't he wait until the show ends and solve math problems at home at his leisure? We want to see how he survives, not line after line of formulas we can't understand."

"Has the production team's brain been flooded? We don't want to watch this boring process. You have a responsibility to guide him toward survival."

"I'm dying laughing. Who was it saying not to step in and interfere before? Now you're begging the production team to intervene. You bastards sure know how to play!"

The arguing continued, but despite everything that had happened, only ten minutes had passed.

When the clock ticked over to ten minutes and one second, everyone noticed that Jiang Ye had suddenly stopped moving on the screen.

He then began gathering the A4 sheets scattered across the desk.

"Holy shit, he's finished? He's written out the entire proof of the Beal Conjecture?"

"Fuck, it's only been a few minutes! If it weren't for those independent media reports just now, I'd really suspect he was writing nonsense!"

"Where are the experts? Are those mathematicians done yet? Hurry up and tell me whether Jiang Ye solved the Beal Conjecture!"

"Quick, tag Beal himself! He must know best. He proposed the conjecture, so he's bound to know!"

Texas.

Inside Beal's office.

At that moment, he had a cigarette in his left hand and a piece of chalk in his right. He kept tapping and writing on the blackboard, glancing at Jiang Ye's livestream from time to time.

Outside the door, his assistant, drenched in sweat, watched the Twitter mentions from viewers around the world on his phone. The notification sound wouldn't stop.

Should I go in and ask?

While he was still hesitating.

Just like that, a good ten-odd minutes passed before Beal came out.

"He succeeded. Post a tweet saying that when he comes back, I'll personally take the five million dollars to Dragon Country and give it to him!"

"Yes, boss!"

At the Institute of Higher Mathematics of the Chinese Academy of Sciences in Dragon Country.

Elder Wang and Elder Yang, two leading figures in mathematics, were not verifying Jiang Ye's proof of the Beal Conjecture at the moment.

Researching mathematics was not only mentally demanding, but also an extremely exhausting physical task.

After verifying Jiang Ye's proof of Zhou's Conjecture that morning, the two elders had already been worn out.

Now, the verification work had largely been handed over to the younger scholars.

The two elders were still staring intently at the screen.

That was because, after gathering the A4 sheets into a neat stack and putting them aside, Jiang Ye had started again.

When they saw him pick up a new stack of A4 paper.

When they saw Jiang Ye write down the first formula, then the second and the third.

By the time the two elders saw the tenth line of calculations.

Their clouded eyes narrowed instantly, then opened with a trace of disbelief.

By this point, they could roughly guess what he was doing.

But they couldn't believe it.

He was actually going to prove Goldbach's Conjecture!?

He was either crazy or crazy...

The two elders looked at each other, at a loss for words...

Chapter 20: Global Sensation, Two World-Class Conjectures Solved in Succession (On My Knees Begging for All Kinds of Support)

At 14:35 that afternoon.

Beal posted a tweet declaring that Jiang Ye's proof was completely correct and that he had succeeded in taking humanity's mathematical research a hard-won small step forward. As for the five million dollars, he would personally deliver it once Jiang Ye returned.

At the same time.

The Paris Institute for Advanced Mathematical Studies posted on Twitter: "This is a new theorem, and it will be named after him: JiangYe."

The International Mathematical Union: "The proof of the third-tier Beal Conjecture has had an enormous impact. The mathematical tools Jiang Ye used in the proof give us much to ponder..."

The Sam Federation Mathematical Society: "Not only did he prove the Beal Conjecture entirely correctly, but he immediately set to work on Goldbach's Conjecture. Is this confidence or the madness of ignorance?"

The Ivy League's Eight Member Schools: "Once the show ends, we warmly welcome him to come discuss mathematics with us. As for Goldbach's Conjecture, we're sorry, but we can no longer keep up!"

Dragon Country's mathematics community: "The correctness of his proof of the Beal Conjecture shows that his mental state is normal, so we believe he can solve Goldbach's Conjecture."

Prominent mathematician Pierre: "To be honest, I'm pessimistic. Goldbach's Conjecture has stood undefeated for two and a half centuries, which is proof enough of its difficulty!"

One institution after another raced to issue announcements.