Sweden is a small country located in northwestern Europe.

The time difference between China and China is about 6 hours.

At this time, the editorial department of the Journal of Mathematics, which belongs to the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences.

"Hey, Mitav, look, someone has actually stated that he has solved the problem of hail conjecture." A young editor with a slightly thin body and a significant reduction in hair said to his colleague Mitav with a smile.

"Isn't it? I receive some submissions of such speculations every year. Although dreams are beautiful, it's a pity that they should recognize the reality first." Mittaff responded with a smile.

"Yes, dreams are never equal to delusion." The young editor is named Hafede. Although he has been transferred to the editorial office of Journal of Mathematics for less than half a year, he has also received mathematical conjectures such as hail conjectures.

Many.

But these articles, basically, are just delusions, just like what they just said.

Even he, a technical editor, can't get over here, let alone trouble the industry's bigwigs to conduct peer reviews.

Therefore, looking at the paper "Research on the Computational Characteristics of Hail Conjecture and Proof of Hail Conjecture" submitted in front of him, Hafede's first reaction was that he didn't even want to read it.

But with a responsible attitude towards editorial work, he accepted the paper.

"The pyramid of numbers and the lemma of number theory? Hey, Mitav, this is indeed another delusional." Hafede opened the paper and looked at the beginning of the abstract, and couldn't help but sarcastic.

Mittaff smiled and glanced at Hafede and joked: "I thought you would reject the manuscript directly."

Hafede said: "While reviewing the poor strokes of these delusionalists is a good adjustment."

After saying that, the two of them burst into laughter.

But as Hafede continued to watch, his smile gradually disappeared, and instead he looked serious.

Looking further down, Hafede's expression was not just serious, but his brows gradually frowned.

This paper seems to be different from other people's?

Such a voice sounded in Hafeid's heart.

As he saw more and more paper content, his face was filled with surprise.

Not to mention the theoretical discussion part of the paper.

The calculations in the paper alone are the rare rigor he has seen.

Moreover, he couldn't find any mistakes.

If he adds that perfect argument, he just wants to say that this paper is perfect!

After a long time, just as the editorial department was about to get off work, he finally read the paper.

Beside him, his colleague Mitav had already cleaned up and turned off the computer.

Mittaff looked at Hafeid and asked with a smile: "Hafeid, let's go and have a drink together tonight?"

No response was received.

Mittaff was a little surprised and said, "Hafeid, what's wrong with you? Are you having any trouble?"

As he said that, he got up and walked behind Hafeid. When he saw that Hafeid's computer was still the same paper they had teased, he patted Hafeid on the shoulder: "Hey, boy, this kind of thing."

You have read the paper of the delusionist for so long?"

Hafeid did not come back to his senses until Mitav slapped it.

He turned his head slowly, looked at Mitav, and said with a serious expression: "I'm afraid, this is not a delusional."

Upon hearing this, Mitav was stunned, and he restrained his joking expression: "What do you mean is this paper?"

Hafede nodded solemnly: "Yes. I'm afraid I can't go with you to drink at night. I have to go to the editor-in-chief now!"

After saying that, Hafeld stood up eagerly and walked towards the editor-in-chief's office.

Looking at Hafede's back, Mitav pondered for a moment, sat in Hafede's position, transferred the paper on the computer back to the first page, and read it carefully.

Editor-in-chief's Office.

Hafede no longer cared about knocking on the door and walked in in a hurry.

Looking at the young man's recklessness, Levler, as the editor, was slightly angry, so he spoke a little unpolitely: "Hafede, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation for your impoliteness."

"Sorry, editor-in-chief, but I really have something urgent to do. There is a paper that has been submitted here, and I'm afraid you need to read it." Hafede said anxiously.

Levler glanced at Hafede and said, "I think your reason is not acceptable. There are papers that need me to review every day, but they are not as rude as you. At least, they know how to knock on the door first." .And, it's off-get off work time now, don't you know?"

Hafeld knew that the editor-in-chief was very unhappy now, but he could only say with a tough bullet: "No, editor-in-chief, this paper is different. It is about the hail conjecture, and the hail conjecture has been proven!"

Hearing this, Levler was stunned at first, and then chuckled softly: "Every day, people claim to prove the hail conjecture, but obviously, these people do not. Okay, I will forgive you for your recklessness. Send the paper to my email.

, I'll see it after I go to work tomorrow."

The implication was already very clear, but Hafede did not leave.

At this moment, he took on the responsibility of editors.

"Editor-in-chief, please read this paper now. It is really different! It is not the kind of delusional judgment, its calculations are extremely rigorous and the logic is extremely meticulous. I can't see any mistake at all!

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Levler, who was still increasingly unhappy because Hafede was still in place, only then did he realize the seriousness of the problem when he heard this.

Although Hafede had only been transferred to Journal of Mathematics for half a year, his level was there to be able to become the technical editor of Journal of Mathematics.

Could this paper be really interesting if he can show such a disobedient expression?

Levler thought for a while and said, "I hope you didn't waste my time."

As he said that, Levler's hand landed on the mouse on the desktop and found the paper through the internal review system of Journal of Mathematics.

Seeing this, Hafede finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, Levler's words made him nervous again.

"About the study on the calculation characteristics of hail conjecture and the proof of hail conjecture, is the author a man, zhouchen? Chen Zhou? Chinese mathematician? Or Chinese mathematician?"

"I think you're making a fuss, Hafede! Have you heard of the name of this contributor? Did you show it to me before you can check it out? Is this the many so-called math enthusiasts in China again?

mischief?"

Hafede did not notice this detail. When he was reviewing the manuscript, he was completely attracted by the content of the paper.

So much so that after reading the paper, I hurriedly ran here.

"Uh..." Hafede hesitated a little, but he had reached this point, so he could only say, "Editor-in-Chief, please talk about it after reading the paper!"

This is probably the toughest thing he has ever said since he started his career.

Levler frowned slightly, feeling helpless, but since the paper has been opened, let's take a look first.

A minute has passed.

Ten minutes have passed.

Half an hour...

One hour...

As time passed, Hafeid's heart slowly fell back.

He could see the solemn expression on Levler's face.
Chapter completed!