Chapter 809 The moment of inspiration
"What's the matter, Professor Qin, please tell me."
"I wonder how Fields Medal candidates are determined?" Qin Luo asked.
The International Mathematical Union just started the review, but did not elaborate on the rules of the review.
In the end, there is no clear standard for evaluating whether it is based on prestige or academic achievements.
"Professor Qin, are you worried that the comments are not transparent?"
Hearing Qin Luo's words, Philip's eyes narrowed.
Of course he understood what Qin Luo meant, he was questioning the fairness of the International Mathematical Union.
However, he was not angry, because this is human nature, after all, the Fields Award is so important, and every candidate's place is extremely precious.
If you miss it, you have to wait 4 years.
"I just want to know the specific evaluation criteria." Qin Luo said.
"Actually, the evaluation method for Fields Medal candidates is very simple. First, they are evaluated based on the success of other mathematics awards."
"Join the other math awards you've won in the math community over the years, and it's easy to be a candidate."
"Second, it is judged by the influence of academic achievements."
"Just like the Riemann conjecture, once he is proved, there will be thousands of theorems in the mathematical world, and this influence is undoubtedly huge."
"..."
Riemann conjecture?
Ha ha ha, you dare to speak.
If anyone proves the Riemann conjecture, let alone a Fields Medal nomination.
It's no exaggeration to give him the medal in advance.
"Professor Qin, is there anything else you want to know?"
"Thank you, Mr. Philip, no more..."
"Looking forward to meeting Professor Qin at the Fields Awards next year..."
"Will do……"
Qin Luo smiled and answered, then hung up the phone.
After figuring out the rules of deliberation, Qin Luo's heart finally fell.
He has already won the Crawford Prize in Mathematics and was nominated by Chen Shengshen. With these two awards, it is more than enough to be nominated for a Fields Medal.
What Qin Luo lacks now is a big killer to set his son down, a big killer to help him take down Fields.
Thinking of this, Qin Luo once again plunged into the sea of books and learning.
Composite number calculation, term calculation method, algebraic expression...
In an instant, eight hundred possibilities flashed through Qin Luo's mind.
But it didn't take long for this idea to be thrown out of Qin Luo's head.
All of these methods are wrong, none of them can solve the problem...
"Teacher, since one method doesn't work, we can use several more, maybe we can succeed." Fiona said with a smile on the side.
Probably, possible?
For a time, Qin Luowen's thoughts were surging. He picked up the banknotes on the table and began to count them continuously.
Fiona is right, one method does not work, so why not use several?
What if it gets unlocked?
Qin Luo held a pen in his right hand and quickly wrote on the paper. After a while, he had written four pages of paper, and more importantly, Qin Luo had no intention of stopping.
Looking at Qin Luo's actions, and looking at the thick stack of documents next to him, Fiona smiled back.
One, two, four, six...
Qin Luo's writing speed is getting faster and faster, and he doesn't mean to stop at all.
It wasn't until after 10 sheets of paper that Qin Luo stopped writing.
Looking at the 10 sheets of paper that had been completed in front of him, and the blank space in his hand that could not be written, Qin Luo scratched his hair irritably.
