Rebirth: Controlled Nuclear Fusion

Part 58：Cruelly Ignored

Professor Wu, upon hearing from his student, Professor Xiao Xuecheng, that the World Mathematical Organization had replied, was immediately filled with excitement and hurried over to his side.
"Let me see, what did they say?"
"Teacher! The World Mathematical Organization has invited us to join as a council member!" Professor Xiao Xuecheng exclaimed with enthusiasm.
"Really?"
Professor Wu's voice trembled as he spoke, unable to contain his excitement. Becoming a council member of the World Mathematical Organization had always been his dream.
The World Mathematical Organization has six council member positions, and only those who hold such a position can gain access to the most advanced mathematical knowledge of Blue Star and communicate with the world's top mathematicians.
More importantly, many tech companies grounded in mathematics, in order to overcome technological barriers, often turn to the World Mathematical Organization to break through their most difficult problems.
Being a council member provides an excellent opportunity to gain insight into the cutting-edge direction of global technological advancements—an immense benefit for the nation's development.
Just last year, Professor Wu had applied for the council member position under the name of Longke University, but the request was rejected, citing the lack of prominent mathematicians in Longguo.
Yet now, the World Mathematical Organization had proactively extended an invitation to them.
This meant Longguo would become the sixth council member of the World Mathematical Organization.
This was a tremendous opportunity for the advancement of Longguo's mathematics and technological development!
"This is fantastic! Absolutely wonderful! Hahaha..."
"Teacher, we've finally made it!"
"Indeed! Who could have imagined this?"
"All our hard work has finally paid off!"
Tears welled up in Professor Wu's eyes. Longguo had been a member of the World Mathematical Organization for fifty years, yet had always struggled to establish a significant mathematical presence. Over the years, their repeated applications for a council position had been unsuccessful.
Now, after so many years, the Organization had voluntarily extended an invitation to them.
In his excitement, Professor Wu speculated that this invitation might be due to Jiang Fan's proof of the Riemann Hypothesis.
Just the previous day, they had spent two hours in the principal's office discussing Jiang Fan's proof, but had been unable to confirm its correctness. In the end, they agreed to submit it to the World Mathematical Organization to verify whether Jiang Fan's answer was valid.
"Xiao Xuecheng, check the content of the reply. What reason did they give for inviting us to join the council?" Professor Wu asked.
Xiao Xuecheng quickly examined the email and replied, "Teacher, it's because of the Riemann Hypothesis proof we sent them yesterday!"
"So, Jiang Fan's solution is correct?" Professor Wu said, stunned.
"The email didn't confirm whether Jiang Fan's solution is correct," said Xiao Xuecheng, "but it did say that his answer is sound and very comprehensive."
Professor Wu immediately understood the implication and smiled broadly.
"Haha... No issues means it's correct. Even those top-level mathematicians probably aren't certain. But Jiang Fan really is remarkable!"
Professor Wu couldn't help but praise him.
"Teacher, the World Mathematical Organization also sent an invitation letter!"
"An invitation letter?"
"For the World Mathematical Summit this October!"
Professor Wu's excitement surged again. He was very familiar with the World Mathematical Summit, where the latest mathematical research results were presented and discussed, with a focus on how they could be applied to cutting-edge technologies.
Top mathematicians from Blue Star and leading tech companies would be attending!
If Longguo were to participate, the country would undoubtedly gain significant insights.
"This is a big deal! We must report this to the principal immediately."
...
At the same time, in the Dragon Country Embassy stationed in the Beautiful Country, a business car pulled out.
Inside, aside from the driver, there were five individuals. At the forefront was Zhang Yi, the Minister of Foreign Affairs of Dragon Country.
Also present were two experts from Dragon Country specializing in magnetic materials research.
The middle-aged man, Zhao Guang, was a professor of Magnetism and New Magnetic Materials at Huqing University.
The elderly man, Zhou Shichang, was an academician at the National Institute for Magnetic Materials Research.
The other two, tall and muscular, were their bodyguards.
"Minister Zhang, this negotiation with the Beautiful Country will likely be a tough battle," Zhou Shichang remarked. When he had first started researching magnetic materials, Dragon Country was still in its infancy, and he had frequently dealt with Beautiful Country, often at great cost to obtain outdated technology they had discarded.
But this was the price of progress—Dragon Country urgently needed these scientific advancements.
This time, the leadership had given them a mission: no matter what, they had to secure the ITER magnetic material or its technology from the Beautiful Country.
"Academician Zhou, I suggest you prepare for a prolonged negotiation," Minister Zhang Yi said.
Professor Zhao Guang added, "Minister Zhang, the country is in a rush. We have only one and a half months to either buy the ITER magnets or gain access to the technology."
"One and a half months? That's going to be difficult! The Beautiful Country isn't as easy to negotiate with as you might think! They're like insatiable beasts, devouring everything without spitting out bones..."
Zhang Yi shared his own experiences dealing with Beautiful Country's diplomats over the years, warning them to be mentally prepared.
The car soon arrived at the scheduled building.
They took the elevator to the 58th floor, where a female receptionist in professional attire greeted them with a disdainful look.
"What can I help you with?"
"We have an appointment with Mr. Malo Justin," Zhang Yi said.
The receptionist rolled her eyes and immediately picked up the phone.
"Mr. Justin, there are a few Easterners here claiming to have an appointment with you."
"Alright, understood, thank you," the receptionist replied cheerfully.
After hanging up, her smile quickly vanished, replaced by an icy expression.
"Mr. Justin is currently meeting with an important guest. Please wait here."
"This lady, we're scheduled to meet Mr. Justin at 10 AM. It's almost that time..."
Before Zhao Guang could finish speaking, the receptionist impatiently interrupted,
"If you're going to wait, stay quietly over there. If you're not going to wait, then please leave."
Just as Zhao Guang was about to argue, Zhou Shichang pulled him aside.
"Professor Zhao, let's just wait a bit."
They took a seat in the waiting area.
Ten minutes passed.
Half an hour.
An hour.
Minister Zhang Yi glanced at his watch, his expression darkening. Normally, when dealing with diplomats from the Beautiful Country, he had never been treated like this.
He hadn't expected that a tech company's CEO would show such blatant disregard for them.
Standing up, he coldly addressed the receptionist,
"Please contact Mr. Justin again. Our appointment time has passed by over an hour."
The receptionist, still not looking up, impatiently responded,
"I've told you. If you're going to wait, then wait. If not, leave."

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