Detonation

Other than making Xue Chuan feel uncomfortable, Wang Yi's reply also amused many netizens.

In this era, the jokes on the Internet had a much lower standard. Many people almost burst out laughing.

"Hey, hey, I'm starting to doubt the authenticity of the blogger."

"Yeah, you're good."

"I think the blogger did it on purpose."

"If the blogger wants to learn from Sister Feng, you've already succeeded."

Sister Feng's incident could be seen at a glance that it was to attract traffic, but at this time, many people still believed it without a doubt.

Of course, there were also many people who directly started to attack him. There was also the blogger "Studying in America" and a group of intermediaries who fanned the flames.

Wang Yi, who was engrossed in programming, came back midway and glanced at it before emphasizing with a new post.

"Someone has already shown it to the professionals. The results will be out soon. Everyone, wait and see.

"I hope everyone can trust me when the time comes. If you have a supernatural situation that can't be resolved, you can contact me. In order to avoid harassment, you can leave a message to explain the situation."

Wang Yi did not directly reveal his contact information, or else he would be disturbed to death. When he was free, he would occasionally scroll through it. If he saw that there was really something, he prepared to go and take a look.

At this moment, the mathematics department of Xijiao University was still brightly lit after an all-nighter.

Almost all of them were immersed in this sudden proof and calculation.

In fact, they had already completed the preliminary calculations and found out that the calculations succeeded.

However, this kind of thing was too major. They definitely had to ensure that nothing went wrong before they dared to speak…

…

It was already late at night in Shudian City, and Wang Yi was compiling some basic logic of artificial intelligence.

The other side of the ocean was at its most active.

University of Pennsylvania, one of the Ivy Leagues.

As a private research university, the University of Pennsylvania used the words 'make money' to the extreme. It had the first medical school and the first business school in America. At the same time, the earliest student union organization in America also appeared.

Wharton had nurtured a large number of upper-class people, had many billionaire alumni, and was extremely influential.

However, compared to the popular finance and nursing courses, the mathematics department of the Faculty of Arts and Sciences was relatively low in the rankings for the University of Pennsylvania's reputation.

It was ranked 18th this year, and it was obvious that it was gradually declining.

However, no matter what, it was still a first-rate university. It also had a separate liberal arts and sciences school. Moreover, because its alumni group was vast and resourceful, it was also very well-informed.

On this day, a professor who looked to be in his fifties in the faculty was in a daze as he looked at the thesis in front of him.

This was from one of his students. That student worked on Wall Street and had a very dignified status.

After looking back at Twitter, Professor Walker understood that this student had keenly sensed the fermentation of racial discrimination in academia.

Considering whether there would be financial implications.

As long as they could smell it in advance, they, the hyenas of Wall Street, would be able to find a way to hunt. Be it short or long, or repeatedly jumping horizontally, or specially guided by themselves, they had plenty of ways to cash out using some of the info that they had obtained in advance.

However, this student had a good foundation in mathematics. Initially, he only paid attention to the possible waves caused by racial discrimination in academia. Later, he realized that the proof was still decent, so he sent it to his teacher to understand the situation.

Because it was sent by his student and the thesis was indeed clean and comfortable to look at, Walker tried to test it.

After starting the verification, even if it hadn't been completed yet, he knew that this thesis was quite impressive.

However, because he was no longer as young and energetic as before, he was forced to stop midway.

After rubbing his aching forehead, he didn't reply to the email. Instead, he called his student.

After a few rings, the call was connected.

"Professor, I didn't expect you to call me directly. Did the email I sent you cause you trouble?"

"You've indeed caused me trouble, Nash.

"However, I specially called you to tell you that this matter will definitely blow up the academic world in America and even the world. Your judgment is right. This is a nuclear bomb that is about to explode."

Nash, who was at the stock exchange, could not help but be slightly stunned when he heard his professor's words.

A nuclear bomb?

"Although I haven't completely proved it, I can guarantee that this paper itself has extremely high academic value. It's enough to be published in the mathematics annual report. Moreover, the author might be invited to do an academic report. Now, I need to find a few old friends to examine it together."

At this point, Walker paused for a moment before speaking in a faint tone.

"If we complete the verification, then, this will be one of the winners of the Fields Medal next year. You should understand the impact. From my current judgment, it's very likely."

After hearing the professor's words, Nash understood why he had called him directly.

"Oh my god, a Twitter thesis has important academic value? Unbelievable! I understand now. Thank you very much for calling!"

A mathematical proof could affect Wall Street?

Of course, it could affect Wall Street!

As long as they wanted it to, it would affect Wall Street.

Racial discrimination in academia?

What a wonderful new battlefield!

As long as the guidance was in place, they could even force journals like Science and Nature to stop publishing for a few issues. They could also mobilize a large number of scientific researchers to speak up or even go on strike.

Healthcare, medicine, education, and other companies' stocks that involved cutting-edge technology could be easily broken.

It was not a matter of whether he could earn money now. It was a matter of how much he could earn.

It was obviously impossible for him to monopolize this matter alone. He immediately contacted his boss to report.

At that time, the media would have to cooperate in advance. They might even have to 'persuade' a few 'persecuted' subjects to appear and be interviewed.

They were the most professional in such matters…

…

After tapping on the keyboard for a while before deleting it, Xue Chuan felt rather infuriated.

Good lord, when the other party jumped into the feces pit, his actions of throwing mud were completely ineffective.

The other party had already put out an advertisement looking for ghost hunting work. Xue Chuan felt he would only embarrass himself if he continued to attack.

However, since he had long been extremely arrogant, he could not accept this anger at all. He had to find a way to regain his dignity.

However, just as he was thinking about it, his hardcore fans YChat group was crazily trying to message him.

Those who could get Xue Chuan to invite them to join hardcore YChat group were definitely the most loyal and important fans. They could even be considered believers.

They also donated funds to him, and one person even donated more than three million yuan individually.

This was one of his assets for living a good life.

He opened the YChat group and was caught off guard by the first message.

"Mr. Xue, Xijiao University's official social media account has come out to stand up for that person…"