With 380,000 words and the need to change the illustrations, Chen Feng suddenly wanted to hang himself.

Compared to doing this job, he would rather be tied up by the invaders and given a full-body massage with a particle bomb.

The essence of a poor student does not lie in IQ, but in whether one has an unshakable heart of a poor student.

When you face difficulties, the heart of a poor student can teach you how to use all your wisdom to find a reason to give up.

Chen Feng has rich experience in this.

Why translate it?

I can take the opportunity to promote Chinese.

Using this as an excuse, Chen Feng quickly gave up the bad idea of ​​translating it himself. Just

post it in Chinese!

Aren’t you capable? Do you

look down on us?

If you are capable, don’t learn it, don’t read it.

A few months ago, Zhong Lei used "Bath of Fire" to spark a wave of English-speaking people learning Chinese, but the scope was mostly concentrated in the category of enthusiastic music lovers and professional musicians.

This time Chen Feng decided to do something drastic.

The easiest way to eliminate cultural differences is to force others to learn the extensive and profound Chinese language.

If a foreigner does not learn Chinese and stays in China, no matter how friendly he appears on the surface, it is very likely that when he returns to China after finishing work, he will write a book "On the 108 Pickup Techniques of Chinese Girls".

It is necessary to weigh whether the kindness of such people is acting or sincerity.

But when a native English speaker goes through numerous difficulties to master Chinese and comes to the vast 9.6 million square kilometers of China with the intention of spying on the enemy, it is easy for him to fall into the various delicacies, the conveniences such as mobile payment and online shopping, and the cultural atmosphere of 5,000 years, and become a fake foreigner.

This is the power of language.

As completely different languages, the differences between Chinese and Latin languages ​​are not simply in pronunciation and written records.

Mastering different languages ​​is equivalent to mastering different ways of thinking.

The influence and penetration of language on human nature is more hidden, more solid, and more basic than "Song of the World".

Thinking in different languages ​​and organizing logic in the mind will show completely different personality traits.

No matter what his motivation is for learning Chinese, once he starts learning, he is doomed to be quietly influenced by the language.

Hostility will naturally disappear slowly, and then become mutual recognition. This is a high-probability event.

Of course, there will definitely be stubborn hostile factions, but this is not a problem that Chen Feng, the self-proclaimed civilization navigator, needs to consider.

He only tries to guide the general direction, and the rest is left to time and civilization itself.

Chen Feng sent the things through the official website of Xingfeng Entertainment and his personal Weibo, and went to bed.

He plans to get up tomorrow morning to see what is going on, and if it doesn't work, he will do it.

At twelve o'clock that night, another heavy bomb fell silently into the Internet.

This is a large academic monograph.

"Madman's Conjecture Collection 2.0" - Chen Feng.

The next morning.

After a rare good sleep, Chen Feng jumped out of bed in high spirits.

Last night, in order to avoid being called by some Chinese time zone people who didn't understand the situation, he blocked all calls from unfamiliar numbers. No one reported to him, so he didn't know what was going on.

But he didn't rush to take out his phone to scan the social network.

If it goes as expected, "Madman's Conjecture Collection 2.0" is in the fermentation stage in China at this time, and it should have some heat, but it won't be too scary. After all, it's only been half a day.

After breakfast, Chen Feng booked a flight back to Los Angeles, and then he had the energy to open his phone and go back to the domestic Weibo to check.

Huh?

He was a little surprised after taking a look.

His psychological expectations were based on the situation of the last version 1.0, but this time the development of the situation was more than twice as fast as expected, and now the domestic social platforms are almost cracking.

After a little thought, Chen Feng figured out the reason.

The first audience he faced when he first published a monograph was not academics, but fans of Xingfeng Entertainment and some of his personal creative fans.

After passing through this group of people and a small number of overlapping people in the academic world, the influence of version 1.0 slowly penetrated into the academic world like water soaking through a towel. It experienced many doubts and disputes, and finally exploded suddenly because the counterfeiters hit a wall one after another.

This time the situation has changed.

Even though he has never received any academic titles and has never participated in any large-scale academic seminars, after so many days of sedimentation, the value of "A Collection of Madman's Conjectures" continues to ferment.

His status in the world is different.

The first reaction of the world when seeing his things has quietly changed from surprise and doubt to other thoughts.

"'A Collection of Conjectures of a Madman' Version 2.0'? Was the previous one version 1.0? What is this book about?"

"Hurry up and study it. Hurry up and read it."

"Don't ask. If you ask, you are just a novice."

"Forgery? Finish version 1.0 first, then consider this one."

"Huh, this one has more words. What big plans does he have?"

Yes, this time, from the beginning, Chen Feng did not need to face any doubts.

The same thing, at a different stage, the difficulty for him to do it dropped sharply.

This is the benefit of fame, the value of authority.

Due to the time difference between China and the United States, Chen Feng slept here, while countless scholars in China got the electronic version of the monograph at noon, and either read it on the computer or printed it out and took notes while reading.

It is daybreak here, but people over there have been busy all afternoon before nightfall.

Ryan went even further. He once again summoned eleven other Fields Medal winners to conduct a difficult and obscure but clear-cut verification of Chen Feng's ultimate solution to the six major problems in version 2.0.

Ryan doesn't care about time zones.

For mathematicians, every second of every day is a peak moment as long as inspiration comes.

Hair? Biological clock? It doesn't exist. It's not as fun as surfing in the ocean of mathematics.

Ryan's motive is very clear. The other eleven people are not really working for nothing.

Since digesting the knowledge about the six major mathematical problems in the 1.0 version of the conjecture collection last month, these eleven people have benefited a lot. The research progress of their respective bottlenecks has made great progress.

They have tasted the sweetness and can't extricate themselves for a long time.

Although it is almost impossible for people to surpass Chen Feng's achievements in their lifetime, it is quite depressing.

But in the field of mathematics, the first verification of a great result is also a great achievement.

For example, Ryan said that he would stay away from the field of mathematics and devote himself to applied physics, but he ended up following Chen Feng and has now become the second most recognized person in the global mathematics community at the age of less than 30.

Even if Ryan switched to playing basketball now, he can still leave his resounding name in the thousand-year history of mathematics. If he must be ranked, it is not an exaggeration to enter the top 20.

What Ryan did was not just to help Chen Feng verify the results, and then let the other eleven big guys join temporarily, and inadvertently became the leader of the academic project.

Most of these big names he dragged into this project did not understand Chinese. Of course, with their influence, it was not difficult to find a professional translator. However, while waiting for the translation to be completed, they learned that version 2.0 contained more than just mathematics, so they pushed it to their friends in the field of physics.

Birds of a feather flock together, and the Fields Medal winner's physicist friends are naturally not just ordinary people.

This group of physicists still had to face language barriers when they got the monograph. They

continued to wait for the translation and reluctantly tried to use Google Translate to scan the catalog, and were surprised to find that it also contained content in the fields of biology and medicine.

As a result, biologists and medical scientists were also dragged into this project, and even Dr. Ellen from the Linton Institute was not spared.

The small action continued to ferment through one social circle after another, just like the chain reaction of nuclear fission, expanding rapidly until it broke.

The domestic academic community was stunned a few hours in advance. Chen Feng’s Weibo was flooded with comments from official accounts of various universities and colleges, or private messages from some old scholars who usually never log on to Weibo.

But it is difficult enough for the grandchildren of these old gentlemen.

It is difficult to teach grandpa and grandmother in their seventies and eighties to use Weibo.

Chen Feng also received countless private calls from various connections.

But now he has changed the rules. One number is used exclusively for contacting his own people, and the other number is barely for external use, written on business cards.

But at present he has blocked all unfamiliar numbers, so none of them can be reached.

But it is not difficult for these people to find him, calling Xingfeng Entertainment or Ou Guohua, chairman of the Ouhe Group, is the same thing.

But they have temporarily blocked all these things for Chen Feng.

Thank you for the invitation, I'm in the United States, and I got off the plane for a while.

Here, when the translation is in place, the English academic circle exploded layer by layer.

In the field of mathematics, with each step forward of the winners of the Philippine Medal, the verification results are announced, and the explosion is faster.

In the fields of physics and biology, because the research involved is more difficult to put on paper, and now there is almost no condition for experimental verification, it is still somewhat specious and needs time to digest and settle.

But in short, it is still the same. His theory can neither be confirmed nor falsified, just like Einstein who proposed the general theory of relativity and Planck who proposed the basic concepts of quantum physics.

Compared with his predecessors a hundred years ago who needed a lifetime to promote their academic achievements, Chen Feng is now famous faster.

The times are different, and the degree of informatization is also different.

As long as he wants and has something real, a major achievement often only takes a very short time to spread around the world.

In particular, he also specially marked in version 2.0 that there is no intellectual property restriction, any magazine or any academic platform can be forwarded unconditionally, there is no restriction on the compilation of derived papers, and no licensing fees are charged.

Top journals such as the New England Journal of Medicine, The Lancet, etc., without thinking twice, first converted the Chinese papers and organized their own manpower to quickly translate them, striving to seize the authoritative status of the English translation as soon as possible, so as to avoid being snatched away by some small magazines.

This is another kind of benign academic competition initiated by Chen Feng. With the help of competition, his influence instantly reached an astonishing level.

The specific manifestation is that he was sitting in the VIP lounge of Boston Airport with his legs crossed, taking out his phone and watching a movie with his chin in his hand, when suddenly a large number of leaders and academic giants from the Linton Institute and other institutes and universities in Boston came in a commotion.

In fact, most of these people didn't know why they came here, but when they heard that Chen Feng was leaving, the people from the Linton Institute rushed out, and the people from other universities and institutes thought that since Linton had moved, we should move too. Otherwise,

if something big happened, we wouldn't know what it was, which would be embarrassing.

The result is what it is now, at least 70 or 80 people have come.

Most of them were old men and women, with a few young men in suits, but they were all well-known university presidents or well-known scholars.

Although all the visitors were big shots, the airport always had its own rules.

The cramped airport staff blushed with nervousness, and stopped the crowd outside the VIP room.

This airport staff with a master's degree was studying for a doctorate at Camden University, and he saw his president in the crowd at a glance. The

poor fat white president didn't have the demeanor and bearing he usually had at school. He was sandwiched among a group of old men and women, holding his clothes tightly with both hands, and was more cautious than she was, for fear of bumping into the people around her.

She glanced again, and there were indeed many familiar faces she could name.

What's going on!

Is the Minister of Science and Technology coming to Boston?

There's no way these big guys would come to pick him up like this!

It's already a great honor for them to come.

What's more troublesome is that now these people seem to want to rush into the VIP room.

If they are released, they will lose their jobs.

If they are not released, God knows what will happen.

The staff looked at the supervisor far behind them with a look of help.

Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, the supervisor swallowed his saliva, plucked up the courage to step forward, "Um, everyone, please show your boarding passes." Of

course, he also knew these people, but pretending not to know them was the wisest choice.

Lawrence and the others were stunned. They had come in such a hurry that they had forgotten about this. After all, they had not expected Chen Feng to "hide" in the VIP lounge.

If he was in the terminal, they could have surrounded him directly, but he was in the VIP lounge.

It was against the rules to break in without a boarding pass.

But it was impossible for so many people to just give each of them a business class ticket. Things froze on the spot.

Seventy or eighty people surrounded the door. Some began to call the person in charge of the airport, while others were arguing with the supervisors and staff who were blocking the way. This was a major event involving the global technology community, and they should not get in the way of history.

As for the person who was talking about the big event, he actually didn't understand what it was or how big it was, but Linton's people were so nervous, it must be a big deal.

Anyway, so many people have come, even if the matter was small before, it has become big now.

Some people were waving their arms and shouting to Chen Feng who was about twenty meters away.

In fact, Chen Feng had noticed this group of people a long time ago, but the movie in front of him was about to end.

He glanced at the movie progress bar, well, there are still ten minutes, just right.

Chen Feng turned up the volume and continued to watch it with relish.

He had already expected that "Madman's Conjecture Collection 2.0" would change the situation, but he thought it might take a few days to ferment, and then he would sit on the fishing platform in Los Angeles and wait for these baited fish

to fall into the trap. As a result, he was intercepted at the airport, which was quite unexpected.

People were coming and going in the airport hall, and many of them gradually paid attention to this place.

Some passengers who were originally going to the VIP lounge also recognized the identities of these old men and women who were blocking the way.

They were nervous and excited, but they were also afraid to get close, racking their brains to figure out how to get close to them and how to leave a good impression in their hearts.

But they couldn't help but feel curious.

What were these top academics who usually had full schedules and had to queue up for appointments even for business cooperation doing here?

Finally, after ten minutes, when the person in charge of airport management could no longer bear the pressure and had to make the decision to let them go, Chen Feng slowly stood up.

He turned his head to look over here, pretending to be very surprised, and took off his headphones while walking and walked quickly.

When he got closer, Chen Feng looked at Lawrence, Ellen and others, and shook his head, "Everyone, what's going on?"

The pedestrians who had been secretly looking at this side were all dumbfounded.

What the hell?

Who is this young man with a Chinese face?

A hundred thousand whys surged in people's minds.

Only a few knowledgeable people recognized Chen Feng one after another.

The songwriter, the Chinese who used a delta wing to save people on a crashed helicopter, and wrote "A Collection of Madman's Conjectures".

Don't deny his achievements, but there is no reason for these academic giants to be so enthusiastic about him.

No one cared what the crowd was thinking. Lawrence was frantically organizing his words, trying to resolve yesterday's "misunderstanding" as quickly as possible.

He came up and said, "Mr. Chen, that..."

"Please speak directly if you have anything to say. I am going back to the dark academic quagmire to invest in the hidden gems. If you want to invite me to join you, don't do that. I am not worthy of you."

The scene was a bit awkward.

But in fact, these people did not know that Chen Feng was speaking from the bottom of his heart.

He has all these things in his mind, but he has never done a day of scientific research. If he were to enter a laboratory and wear a white coat, he would crash if he touched an instrument. If he were to lead a project team, it would be difficult without a capable assistant. If he were to give a lecture, he would even accidentally let slip knowledge from the 31st century and ruin the whole thing.

He is really out of his league.

But others don't think so, they just think he is still angry.

It is obvious that Chen Feng has used two collections of conjectures to single-handedly outline a clear, visible and tangible scientific territory.

At present, the key to this territory belongs entirely to him. Others cannot covet it at all, and can only absorb some nutrients from the oil and water that leaks out from his fingers.

If he were to leave with resentment like this, what if he really squeezed himself out like he and others squeezed out China.

Will he still have the courage to say that the United States has the world's best scientific research capabilities in the future?

There is an insurmountable mountain over there looking down at him with hatred.

The people at the Linton Institute began to panic.

Others behind him also gradually smelled something bad.

It seems that there is a rift between the Linton Institute and this talented theoretical scientist. Doesn't it mean that he also has a chance?

Wait, he just said "you guys" who are out of his reach, it seems that he includes all of us!

Chen Feng observed everything on the scene keenly, and a smile gradually appeared at the corners of his mouth.

After all, top scientists are a little different from ordinary people.

People's energy is always limited. If they focus on one area, they will often show deficiencies in other areas.

Take emotional intelligence for example.

Their acting skills are very poor. Even if they try their best to cover it up, the disappointment and worry still surface on their faces.

Chen Feng felt that it was about time.

He looked down at his watch, "My flight will take off in an hour. Let's go over there and chat. There are too many people here. It's not good to block other people's way."

Things suddenly took a turn for the better. Lawrence and others were overjoyed. "Okay, okay."

Lawrence winked, and the Linton staff who followed him immediately ran to the airport cafe next door and cleared the place.

Everyone seemed chaotic at first, but in fact they walked in an orderly manner towards the cafe.

"By the way, what do you think of "Madman's Conjectures 2.0"? After I figured out these things myself, I hope someone can help me prove whether they are right or wrong."

On the way, Chen Feng asked everyone with this casual question.

Faced with the advanced knowledge in version 2.0, although everyone present was an industry expert, they were still in the initial stage of assimilating it. Chen Feng asked them to express their thoughts, but they couldn't. They all didn't understand it, but their understanding was much deeper than that of ordinary people.

But they still need time to fully digest these things, so they dare not speak rashly now.

However, a scholar changed the subject in time, "Mr. Chen, actually we really want to know how you completed the calculation process and came to these conclusions. Has a large secret laboratory been quietly built in China?"

Chen Feng smiled calmly, pointed to his head, and took out a notebook and paper.

"There is no laboratory for the time being. Even if it is built, it will not be a secret laboratory. You have seen my style, everything is public, there is nothing shameful. All my processes and conclusions come from this, this and this."

He pointed to his paper, pen and head.

Chen Feng smiled.

Hiss~~

appeared, the familiar cool air sucking monster.

Everyone present is smart, and he doesn't need to explain one by one.

They will use their brains to analyze the calculation process in "Madman's Conjecture Collection 2.0".

Thinking carefully, the theoretical knowledge revealed by Chen Feng in it seems that it really does not need laboratory verification, and no high-energy physics laboratory can do it now.

So did he really rely on his brain to figure out the reasoning, and then complete it step by step?

Before, some people in China compared him with Einstein and Archimedes, and Boston sneered, thinking that the Chinese were ambitious and shameless.

Now they vaguely understand that they may have to add Planck.

After a hundred years, is there really a Chinese name standing at the pinnacle of science?

Looking at this group of people who looked inexplicably shocked and had never seen the world, Chen Feng smiled and said, don't panic, this has just begun.

The knowledge points he put into Hypothesis Set 2.0 were carefully selected.

In a sense, they really do not need the support of experimental data. As long as they come to mind and are logically sound and can be self-consistent, they can guide the direction of the major nodes.

The appearance of these knowledge points in this era is both reasonable and unexpected.