Chapter 37
No, they were eager to learn the answer to the unknown!
Once the presentation was over, Jiang Ye would have given them the answer. After that, who besides Dragon Country would care whether he lived or died?
As for Dragon Country, if it had that ability, it would never have let the show go ahead.
At the Princeton Institute for Advanced Mathematics.
Faltings, the man everyone was talking about, was watching the livestream while writing line after line of equations on a blackboard with chalk.
His assistant, standing nearby, had never seen the professor look so grave and focused.
The next moment, Faltings's right hand suddenly stopped, chalk still in its grasp.
He stared at the livestream, brow furrowed and eyes full of doubt.
Using the Stirling representation of the Γ(s) function was indeed a clever approach, one that could spare him a great deal of unnecessary trouble.
However, Jiang Ye had transformed Re(s)=1-c/ln[|Im(s)|+2], yet that still could not change the fact that there were no nontrivial zeros in the region to its right.
The professor's sudden pause made his assistant so nervous that he immediately held his breath.
Could the young man on the screen have made a mistake?
Since this was not a presentation, Faltings could not raise his hand and ask a question in person.
Faced with this doubt, he could only keep watching the livestream, hoping the young man on the screen would provide an answer.
If he could not, then Faltings would have no choice but to wait until he came out and ask him then.
Inside the classroom on the screen.
The chalk in Jiang Ye's hand danced rhythmically, scratching across the blackboard.
He had no idea that tens of thousands of people were watching his presentation, or that countless eyes were fixed on him.
But he knew that, when facing a new intelligent civilization, it was necessary to explain things in greater detail.
[ζ(s)=2^s・π^(s-1)sin(πs/2)Γ(1-s)ζ(1-s)...]
As Jiang Ye wrote, he said, "To fully understand the central argument, I must start with the most fundamental part—or rather, the tools used in the paper as a whole."
"The Hyperelliptic Curve Analysis Method!"
Jiang Ye wrote on the blackboard with total concentration. By now, he was utterly immersed in a world of numbers and operators, oblivious to everything around him and even to himself.
The chalk, focused on the blackboard, was like a slowly rising torch, illuminating a door that had remained unopened for more than twenty centuries!
Meanwhile, in the outside world.
After Fields Medal winner and Chinese mathematician Terence Tao saw this part, the fervor on his face gave way to excitement, and his lips moved as he murmured softly.
"That's it! I see, I see..."
Only those of a kind could appreciate one another, and only those of a kind could feel a resonance with one another. When such people were not recognized by the society they lived in, this sense of identification born of pride was especially strong.
Terence Tao was a genius himself, crowned with the halo of genius from childhood, so he had been following Jiang Ye all along.
The same was true of Scholze, the genius mathematician from Iron Will Country.
Scholze's eyes were locked on the blackboard as he muttered to himself, "A tool for classifying topological spaces, group cohomology, can actually be connected to the number of solutions of an algebraic variety over a finite field! Algebraic geometry really is incredible."
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Accompanied by his explanation, the lines of equations Jiang Ye wrote flowed from strokes sharp as knives like strong, ringing notes. Like countless streams joining into a river, they played a silent yet heart-stirring symphony that surged into the heart of every mathematician.
Gradually, a smile appeared at the corner of Jiang Ye's mouth.
Now.
It was finally time to wrap things up!
A moment later, he put the chalk back on the lectern and faced the camera, delivering his closing words as he had after presenting the previous conjectures.
"That concludes my entire proof."
"Using the theory of the Hyperelliptic Curve Analysis Method, I have proved the Riemann Hypothesis."
"Next, I will begin presenting the proof of the last one, the Poincaré Conjecture."
At the Princeton Institute for Advanced Mathematics.
Professor Faltings's gaze had been completely absorbed by the equations on the blackboard. At this moment, his clouded pupils suddenly contracted slightly.
"...Introducing the Plancherel formula to the Heisenberg group."
"And... étale cohomology!"
"...No, it's different... Is it called the Hyperelliptic Curve Analysis Method? I see..."
For an instant, his eyes played a trick on him.
For that one moment, the figure seen from behind on the screen overlapped with the towering figure seen from behind in his memory.
Beside him, the assistant saw the expression on the professor's face and saw that the young man in the livestream had begun presenting the final conjecture.
He recalled what a friend in the media had asked of him earlier.
"Please make sure you ask the professor promptly whether Jiang Ye's presentation on the Riemann Hypothesis is correct, then give me the exclusive scoop right away. I'll transfer 100 bitcoins to your wallet afterward."
The assistant took a deep breath, then found himself approaching the professor.
"Professor Faltings, was his presentation correct?"
After asking, he waited a while, but the professor did not respond.
Just as the assistant was wondering whether to ask again.
Faltings finally answered, "He is right. There's no problem. He has solved the Riemann Hypothesis!"
The assistant was startled. "Then I'll post the conclusion on Twitter?"
"Mm."
The professor was still looking at the blackboard in deep thought as the assistant quietly slipped out of the room.
The Twitter post could wait half an hour; after all, he was the one who managed the professor's account.
But the exclusive scoop could not wait.