Great Country Academician

In Princeton, Xu Chuan didn't know what kind of "surprise" Fefferman had brought him. At this time, he was in the office teaching several students their homework.

Suddenly, the office door was pushed open, and Fefferman with a bushy beard walked in.

Xu Chuan gave some pointers to the student, got up and walked towards this friend.

"Xu, I have a job offer here, I wonder if you are interested." Fefferman asked straight to the point.

"What job?" Xu Chuan asked curiously.

"About the modeling of plasma turbulence, the invitation from the PPPL laboratory, maybe you will be interested?"

Xu Chuan:? ? ? ?

When this Wangnian friend said the specific content, his first reaction was: 'Damn it, there are people who want to harm me! '

The second reaction was: "When did Fefferman know how to read minds?"

Modeling plasma turbulence was indeed one of his ultimate goals in Princeton.

But is this something he can touch now?

Not to mention touching it, when it comes to this kind of knowledge in the field of nuclear physics applications, he probably will have a bad time if he comes into contact with it.

In his previous life, he was exposed to the application of nuclear fission physics, which caused him to be stranded here for more than ten years.

It would be too stupid to plant on it once in this life.

In the office, Fefferman looked at Xu Chuan whose expression was changing and asked curiously, "What's wrong with you?"

Hearing the inquiry, Xu Chuan came back to his senses, and asked in surprise: "How did you start researching this area? I remember that you seem to be a specially-appointed professor at the Fermi National Accelerator Laboratory, right? How do you have contact with the PPPL laboratory?" gone."

Fefferman: "They came here on their own initiative. They encountered some troubles in the control of plasma turbulence and needed a mathematician to help solve some problems."

"But to be honest, I am not sure about that problem alone. If you can help, maybe you can solve it. Your sensitivity to mathematics is stronger than any professor in Princeton."

Xu Chuan shook his head resolutely, and said, "Nuclear physics is not within the scope of my research, and I still have my own research in the future. I'm afraid I can't help you with this invitation."

He decisively rejected Fefferman's invitation, and he was indifferent to the application of nuclear energy physics.

If he didn't know enough about this friend, he might think that this friend was arranged by the United States to invite him to stay in the United States.

And in his opinion, Fefferman took it for granted. It is almost impossible for a scholar of pure Chinese nationality to participate in nuclear energy research in the United States.

He has almost never heard of scholars of other pure Chinese nationalities participating in such experiments.

If the PPPL Ion Physics Laboratory invites him to participate in the experiment, it will inevitably bring up matters such as nationality. PPPL, which is managed by the Science Office of the US Department of Energy, is impossible to let a Chinese person into their laboratory. In particular, it is a key project involving controllable nuclear fusion.

Sending Fefferman away, Xu Chuan sighed helplessly.

It seems that it is time to arrange the journey back to China in advance.

Suddenly being tricked by a friend, although it was Fefferman's kindness, it still made him feel quite helpless.

Originally, he planned to take advantage of the remaining one month before the International Mathematics Conference to quietly talk to some other physics professors, such as Lazersson, Frank, Carl and others.

But now this plan is mostly in vain.

Let's talk about getting ready to go back first.

Shaking his head, Xu Chuan gave some instructions to the four students who were studying in the office, then turned and returned to his villa.

Now that we are going to return to China early, some precious manuscripts accumulated in the villa in the past two years, such as the letters left by Professor Mirzakhani, such as the manuscript of his own proof of the NS equation, etc.

These precious manuscripts and documents are of great commemorative significance and value to him, and must be taken away.

After thinking about it, Xu Chuan selected the manuscripts that proved Hodge's conjecture.

This manuscript was his gift to the Princeton and Flint Libraries.

Although he doesn't like the country under his feet, he still has feelings for the Princeton school.

Like Nantah University, Princeton's training for him is real, no matter in his previous life or in this life, he has learned a lot from here.

Moreover, leaving such a manuscript can be regarded as the tradition of scholars who have left Princeton.

The reason why the Flint Library is called the "treasure library" in the library is that it contains many original manuscripts of famous scholars, thinking handwriting and other things.

These things are often lost outside, and they can't be found at all.

Only here can one take a peek through that stubborn old man.

After simply sorting out the manuscripts in the villa, Xu Chuan felt a little headache when he saw that there were so many manuscripts and materials in at least two suitcases.

How should these things be shipped back to the country? Do you take express delivery?

I'm afraid it's not realistic. Although I don't know if the United States has launched surveillance on itself, it must be there to keep an eye on it.

The things he mailed back might be noticed, and then these manuscripts would become a signal that he wanted to go back to China.

Although the risk is not too great, the lessons from his previous life were too painful, and he wants to minimize the impact of this aspect as much as possible.

If you don't send it by post, will someone take it back, or do you say that people here will send it back after you return to your country?

Just as he was thinking, someone rang the doorbell of the villa.

Through the secret surveillance video installed at the door, Xu Chuan saw a familiar figure. Halifax Bruce, Director of the PPPL Plasma Laboratory in Princeton.

Seeing someone coming, he frowned slightly, locked the room where the materials were stored, and walked out.

At the gate of the villa, Halifax Bruce, the supervisor of PPPL plasma laboratory, waited quietly and respectfully.

Regardless of age, the people living in this villa, even in the United States, are the top talents.

Although the age of being too young makes people feel a little underestimated from the bottom of their hearts, in any case, there must be real people who can solve the seven millennium problems.

What's more, now that he has something to ask for from others, his posture must be displayed.

"็ Hello Who are you?"

Xu Chuan opened the door and looked at the question of the man outside the door with a look of 'doubt'.

Although he was very familiar with the executive of PPPL in his previous life, it was the first time he met him in this life.

Seeing Xu Chuan, the potbellied Halifax Bruce had a bright smile on his face, as if seeing a green Franklin.

"Hello, Professor Xu, sorry to bother you, my name is Halifax Bruce, and I am the director of the PPPL Plasma Physics Laboratory at Princeton University."

Xu Chuan nodded and said, "Hello, Director Bruce, what can I do for you?"

After letting the person in, Xu Chuan handed a glass of water to Halifax Bruce, no matter what, he definitely had to do it.

"That's right, Professor Xu, we would like to invite you to join PPPL. Our PPPL physics laboratory is the greatest plasma laboratory in the world. Its mission is to lay the scientific foundation for the creation of fusion energy, the power source of the sun and stars"

When meeting for the first time, Bruce briefly introduced the glorious history and famous achievements of PPPL Plasma Laboratory, hoping to arouse Xu Chuan's interest.

Bruce blah blah blah blah blah, while Xu Chuan felt sleepy listening to it.

Regarding the situation and future development of PPPL, he is not only more familiar with it than the executive in front of him, but he is not far behind. After all, his theoretical research on controllable nuclear fusion was carried out at PPPL in his previous life.

"Professor Xu, the turbulence laboratory of PPPL and Purdue University is currently conducting plasma turbulence control experiments, and has invited Professor Fefferman to join."

"At the same time, we hope to cooperate with great scholars like you to jointly complete the control of plasma turbulence."

Finally, Bruce stopped bragging about the great and glorious history, and looked up at Xu Chuan expectantly. But when he saw the person on the opposite side yawning and trying to sleep, his heart suddenly became cold.

Seeing that the other party had finished speaking, Xu Chuan yawned and said, "Professor Fefferman approached me this morning, and that's what you said."

"But I'm sorry, I'm not interested in nuclear physics, and I still have my own research going on here, so I can't spare the time."

Bruce: "An annual salary of one million meters gold! It is enough for you to cooperate with Professor Fefferman to complete the data analysis work, and you don't need to go to work on time."

“You can continue your research while accepting the job at Princeton. It’s not a conflict, it just requires some of your time occasionally.”

Xu Chuan shrugged and said, "Sounds very tempting, but I haven't even claimed the one million gold from the Cray Research Institute."

What he said was just to show that he was not short of money, nor did he care about money.

But in the ears of the director of the PPPL laboratory, it became "additional money!"

"1.2 million! An annual salary of 1.2 million meters gold! As long as you agree, PPPL can advance all the salary in advance." Halifax Bruce gritted his teeth.

His heart is bleeding. The annual salary of 1.2 million meters gold is almost comparable to inviting Fefferman. Fefferman is a Fields Medal winner and has decades of scientific research experience.

If Fefferman hadn’t said he had to, and PPPL had been stuck at the control temperature of tens of millions of ionic temperature gradient turbulence for some time, now they urgently need a new breakthrough, so that the behind-the-scenes benefactors can continue to invest in them. , It is impossible for him to draw such a number.

Xu Chuan smiled and said, "Unfortunately, it's not about money. In my opinion, completing your own research is more appropriate than wasting time on a job with little hope."

In the end, Bruce left with a disappointed face. After walking out of the lawn, he turned his head and looked at the villa behind him, feeling a little headache. He really couldn't understand why someone would reject a whole 1.5 million gold.

The money can be piled up on the ground to form a green mountain.

Shaking his head, Bruce let out a long sigh of relief. If money can't make the other party make a move, what about other things?

Immigrants become citizens of the United States? The fame and fortune of American academicians? Top research resources? Or status? Or something else?

It's just that he can't decide these things. He has to discuss with the energy department, the immediate boss of PPPL laboratory.

Of course, he had to go to other Princeton professors to find out about the abilities of this Professor Xu Chuan.

If this young professor really has enough ability to solve the control of plasma turbulence, what does it matter if he pays some benefits?

Compared with the gains brought by solving the plasma turbulence problem, the benefits paid are not a drop in the bucket.

This is one of the biggest problems in controllable nuclear fusion. To solve this problem, the value cannot be described by money.