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Zhang Zhai fell into a deep sleep on the bed, but the thesis he issued began to have an impact quietly, and some things changed in subtle ways.

Eleven in the morning in China, eleven in the middle of the night in America.

In an apartment in New Jersey, USA.

Mr. Bruce, editor of the Annals of Mathematics, was woken up by the ringing of the phone.

"SHIT!" Mr. Bruce looked angrily at the strange caller ID on the phone, and the sign that the other party had hung up.

Suffering from neurasthenia, he finally fell asleep, only to be awakened by this inexplicable phone call.

"Beep...beep..."

Mr. Bruce called back with exasperation.

"If you don't find a perfect reason for yourself, then you will know the price of disturbing the sleep of a neurasthenic patient!"

As soon as the call came through, Bruce vented his anger about getting up.

But across the phone, there was a dead silence.

Three seconds later, a hurried "beep! beep!" came from the phone, and the other party hung up immediately.

Bruce felt as if he had punched the cotton with a punch, and the anger in his heart didn't vent out at all, but became even more depressed.

"Boom!" Bruce angrily threw the phone beside the bed.

"Damn bastard, don't let me know who you are!" Bruce pulled the quilt angrily, covered his head, wrapped himself in the quilt, and quickly closed his eyes tightly.

Ten minutes later, due to the sweltering heat, Bruce lifted the quilt and exposed his head.

Twenty minutes later, because of the subtle sounds from upstairs and downstairs, he became more and more awake, and his heart became more and more irritable.

He tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't fall asleep. Even though he closed his eyes tightly and tried to fall asleep deliberately, the more he tried, the more he couldn't fall asleep.

So, thirty minutes later, Bruce stood up and said angrily, "This damn neurasthenia, this damn bastard, this damn phone call!"

Bruce rubbed his face hard, then got up from the bed, poured himself a glass of water, and sat down in front of the computer...

The computer is turned on, the mailbox is opened.

Bruce whispered: "Every review makes me drowsy, I hope it will do wonders for my insomnia."

The mailbox was opened, and there were more than 99+ unread emails, with a total of more than 200 emails.

Bruce glanced at the email titles, a quick glance from top to bottom.

"The complete proof process of Goldbach's conjecture and the new improved sieve method."

"Proof of NP-Complete Problems"

"Hodge Conjecture"

"Proof of the Poincaré Conjecture by Pure Topology"

"Proof of the Riemann Hypothesis"

"Yang-Mills Existence and Quality Gap Complete Proof Process."

"A non-computer proof of the four-color problem."

...

The title of the mail covers the proof process of all known famous mathematical conjectures.

But Bruce simply glanced at the sender's name, and then randomly opened an email titled Proof of the Riemann Hypothesis.

"I've been an editor for more than 20 years, and this kind of paper is still nothing new." Bruce shook his head, "I don't even know the format of the paper, it's all nonsense."

Bruce closes the email and bounces back into his inbox.

I glanced at the sender's name from above, and I was sure that there was no familiar one, so I selected all the emails with similar titles to these seven math problems, and deleted them with one click.

There were more than 200 emails in the mailbox, and there were only 80 left.

Bruce took a sip of water, and began reviewing one by one from bottom to top.

"There is nothing wrong with the format of the paper, and the proof process seems to be okay. I will send this paper to Professor Hals, who is an expert in number theory. Let him review it."

Bruce is only the preliminary review editor of Annals of Mathematics. Although he has good scientific literacy, he still has no way to completely judge whether a certain in-depth paper is correct, so the paper submitted to Annals of Mathematics will be forwarded to the relevant editor after being reviewed by the preliminary review editor. In the hands of experts in the field, they help to assist in the review and verification.

"Although the proof process of this article is okay, there is a small problem with the format. Please send it back and ask him to revise it."

"This email...why is it still there?" Bruce frowned, looking at the email titled Complete Proof of Goldbach's Conjecture, he clearly remembered that he received this email today claiming that he had proved his brother The email that Debach guessed, and he obviously deleted it, why is it still there?

"Maybe this is God's will. Then let me see how funny and outrageous this email is." Bruce is a devout Christian.

"Huh? The format of the thesis seems to be correct?" Bruce opened the email, looking at the clean and neat format of the thesis, which surprised him.

Bruce flipped the paper up and down, and found that the paper was a full two hundred pages long.

"The phrasing is also very accurate, and there are no grammatical errors, which is really a surprise."

Bruce has not believed that this paper proves Goldbach's conjecture until now.

That is "the jewel in the crown of mathematics", how could it be picked so easily.

However, among the papers claiming to prove Goldbach's conjecture, the very few special cases that did not make low-level mistakes still aroused Bruce's interest.

Bruce looked at it from the beginning, and he read the paper with a relaxed, joking mood.

"I didn't expect this proof to be full of logic."

"There is nothing wrong with this step, this step..."

Slowly, the smile on Bruce's face, who was reading the paper with a teasing mentality, became less and less, until the smile was completely frozen at the back.

"The author of the thesis seems to have a strong foundation in number theory..." Bruce frowned, and he found that he could understand that part, and the logic was very meticulous, and he couldn't find any problems.

"What's the meaning of this step... Although I don't understand it, it doesn't look like nonsense!" Bruce became serious and excited, pulled out two pieces of manuscript paper, and checked the calculation.

"Oh... so that's the case, but what's the meaning of the next step?"

Bruce found that the depth of the thesis far exceeded his level of knowledge.

More importantly, as long as it is the part he can understand, there seems to be no problem.

It seems that this... is the complete proof process of Goldbach's conjecture.

In his heart, he couldn't help but have a bold idea:

"Isn't the Goldbach conjecture really going to be solved?"

As soon as this idea came up, Bruce frightened himself.

"No, no, it's impossible. There must be some problems that I can't see. How could Goldbach's conjecture be solved like this!"

Bruce looked at the author column of the paper.

"ZHANG DI?"

"Chinese people?" Bruce frowned even tighter, "Why is this name so familiar?"

"ZHANG DI? Zhang Di? Zhang Di!"

"Okay!" Bruce opened his mouth and eyes wide, "It turned out to be him! So, Goldbach's conjecture has really been solved?"

"OMG!"

Bruce is excited, excited!

"Miracle! This will be a miracle in the history of mathematics! I am the first person to see this paper, thank God! I am so lucky!"

Bruce got up from his seat, trying to keep his excitement under control by walking up and down.

After a long time, he reacted.

"No, no! This thesis hasn't been verified yet, what if Zhang Zhai made a mistake? What if it's not that Zhang Zhai!

no! It must be forwarded to experts immediately for verification. "

"My God! Hope this will be a big night in the history of mathematics!"

"Well, send the paper to Professor Wiles, and Professor Pierre, Professor Robert Langlands... No, just forward the email, it will definitely not be taken seriously!" Bruce was very excited!