Rongcheng, High-tech Industrial Park.
With orders from Chengfu Precision constantly pouring in, Li Yang’s small workshop in southern Jiangcheng was no longer big enough.
A few months ago, he had moved the entire hardware processing factory to the provincial capital, Rongcheng.
After all, as the biggest bloodsucker... I mean, the biggest transportation hub in the Southwest Region, its logistical advantages far surpassed those of Jiangcheng.
Moreover, the factory’s floor space had expanded by more than tenfold, and Li Yang could now be considered a proper entrepreneur.
Inside the factory manager’s office.
Li Yang and Li Qin were hunched over, checking this month’s financial records.
"Sis, did the final payments for last month all check out?" Li Yang asked.
"They all did. Not a single cent is missing," Li Qin said with a smile, closing the ledger.
Just then, the phone on the desk suddenly started vibrating.
Li Yang picked it up and saw the caller ID: President Liu, Chengfu Precision.
He immediately made a gesture to Li Qin before answering the call.
"Well, hello! President Liu!"
"What’s up? Did you not have a good time last night? If you weren’t satisfied, I can set something up again for you tonight. I’ll make sure it’s a great time!"
Li Yang said with a broad smile.
On the other end of the line, Liu Chengfu laughed as well.
"Ah, my friend, no need for that."
"I had a great time yesterday."
Li Yang chuckled along, and after they exchanged a few more pleasantries, Liu Chengfu suddenly asked a question, his tone carrying a deeper, meaningful weight.
"My friend, I’ve treated you pretty well, haven’t I?"
Li Yang’s heart skipped a beat when he heard that, but he replied aloud.
"Of course! Without your support, President Liu, I, Li Yang, wouldn’t be where I am today."
"Haha, good, as long as you remember what I’ve done for you," Liu Chengfu said with a chuckle.
Having knocked around in the business world for so many years, Li Yang immediately sensed that something was off.
For Liu Chengfu to suddenly play the sentiment card like this, he definitely wanted something.
He carefully tried to sound him out.
"President Liu, the way you’re talking... is there something you need me to do?"
Liu Chengfu cleared his throat.
"Ahem, it’s like this. Sometime next month, find the time to take a trip to Huaxuan Technology’s headquarters in Shanghai."
Li Yang was completely stunned.
"Shanghai? Huaxuan Technology’s headquarters?" Li Yang asked, his face full of confusion.
"President Liu, what... what is this all about?"
"I don’t know either," Liu Chengfu said helplessly from his end.
"You’ll have to go and ask them yourself to find out the specifics."
"As for the exact date, just wait for them to notify you."
After saying that, Liu Chengfu exchanged a couple more pleasantries and then hung up.
Li Yang was lost in thought.
"What is it? Did something happen?" Li Qin asked with concern, noticing the look on her brother’s face after he ended the call.
Li Yang shook his head.
"President Liu told me to go to Huaxuan Technology’s headquarters in Shanghai next month."
"To Huaxuan Headquarters? That should be a good thing."
Li Qin said, then suddenly remembered something.
"Oh, next month? I think Xiaodong is also going to Shanghai next month for some Chinese mathematicians’ conference. You two can meet up! See if Xiaodong has gotten skinny at school!"
Hearing his sister’s words, Li Yang nodded silently.
His mind was racing, and he was thinking far more deeply about this than Li Qin.
He knew very well that the real reason his factory was able to get those massive orders from Chengfu Precision was because they actually originated from Huaxuan Technology.
And Liu Chengfu was always so polite to him for Huaxuan Technology’s sake.
As for why Huaxuan Technology would look out for him...
Although Li Yang felt it was unlikely, still...
’It has to be related to Xiaodong...’
Time flew by.
Less than three days remained before Li Dong’s trip to Shanghai for the International Congress of Mathematicians (ICCM).
Yan University, Room 404.
The dorm room was quiet. Aside from Li Dong, his other three roommates were already asleep.
Li Dong sat before his mobile workstation, his pen verifying the final steps of the Fourier optimization boundary for the high-tier remainder terms.
As the tip of his pen drew the final convergence symbol on the paper,
Li Dong slumped back in his chair, completely spent.
"Done!"
On his computer screen was a mathematics paper, written entirely in English:
[A Proof of Montgomery’s Conjecture on Association for the Interval |α|∈[0,4]]
Just by looking at the title, anyone in the field would probably just chuckle.
’Another crank theory?’
But this time, it was the work of Li Dong.
[This paper is based on a massive sample dataset of the first 10^23 non-trivial zeros of the Riemann ζ-function, all of which have been fully verified... Combining Fourier optimization methods, and assuming the Riemann Hypothesis (RH) holds true, it extends the applicable range of the 1973 Montgomery theorem from the original |α|<1 to |α|∈[0,4]... filling a core theoretical gap that has existed for the 53 years since the conjecture was proposed...]
In the academic world of this era, countless geniuses had been firmly stuck behind the theoretical limit of |α|<1.
But Li Dong hadn’t just crossed that line—he had forcefully pushed it all the way to 4!
Li Dong carefully checked the paper from beginning to end two more times.
After confirming there were no issues, he opened his browser.
He typed a journal’s name into the address bar.
Annals of Mathematics
This top-tier journal, co-published by Princeton University and the Institute for Advanced Study, was globally recognized as the foremost of the "Big Four" journals in mathematics.
The world-shocking, epoch-making masterpiece by Andrew Wiles that proved Fermat’s Last Theorem had been published in this very journal.
To have a single paper published in it was the highest honor countless top mathematicians strived for their entire lives.
Li Dong skillfully filled in the author information and uploaded the PDF document.
Then he watched as a success notification popped up on the page.
BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ.
Just then, his phone suddenly started vibrating.
This was the moment Li Dong had been waiting for.
Ever since the avatars of the group’s titans had all turned gray, the chat had been terrifyingly silent.
But now, a flood of messages instantly filled the screen, as if frozen time had begun to flow again.
[Marie Skłodowska Curie]: Mr. Mendeleev, I will reiterate... this is irrefutable proof of elemental transmutation!
[Dmitry Ivanovich Mendeleev]: Impossible! This is definitely some kind of unknown interference from the external Ether!
The two peerless titans were still arguing heatedly.
For them, the period of silence in the chat seemed not to have existed at all; their emotions seamlessly picked up from their previous anger.
But Li Dong was in no mood to pay attention to their argument right now.
Because a group notification had arrived.
[Because the Group Leader has achieved a breakthrough in the fundamental Logic of mathematics and completed a High Tier threshold verification, the chat group has been restabilized.]
[Exclusive Group Leader permissions have been unlocked!]
Li Dong immediately tapped open the group member list.
The avatar for [John Carl Friedrich Gauss] was still gray.
But below Gauss, an avatar that had also been gray was now lit up!
[Bernhard Riemann]!
The mathematical giant whose manuscript had been such a huge help to Li Dong was finally, officially online!
He just hadn’t said anything in the group yet.
Li Dong suppressed his euphoria and tapped the [Group Functions] icon in the upper-right corner of the chat interface.
[Invite Group Members]: Uses Remaining: 10/10.
[Data Transfer]: Unlocked
Current Uses Remaining: 1
As for the [Data Migration] function at the very bottom, although its icon was lit up, it still displayed "Insufficient Permissions."
’Data Transfer? What kind of function is this?’ Li Dong wondered to himself.
’I can already send files in the group normally, as long as it’s knowledge I’ve thoroughly understood myself.’
’So doesn’t that make this separate transfer function kind of useless?’
Li Dong suddenly noticed a small question mark next to the function.
He tried clicking it.
A line of detailed function description popped up:
[Data Transfer Function Description: Break through cognitive barriers.]
[Files sent to the group via this function will ignore the Group Leader’s own level of understanding and will be forcibly sent across dimensions!]
["Cognitive Adaptive Compilation System" unlocked.]
[Sent file data will be automatically converted to the scientific vocabulary and cognitive framework of the recipient’s universe and era, ensuring all group members can understand its underlying Logic without barriers.]
[For example: If you send a cutting-edge academic problem involving the derivation of modern "Calculus derivatives," the system will automatically translate it for Sir Isaac Newton into the "Method of Fluxions" format he is familiar with.]
[If you send a modern paper on the "DNA double helix structure and CRISPR gene editing," the system will automatically adapt it for Mendel into a "hereditary particulate factor manipulation model" that he can understand.]
[The modern concept of "quantum superposition" will also be adapted into a thought experiment model acceptable to Einstein and Bohr.]
After reading this explanation, Li Dong froze in his chair.
He sucked in a sharp breath.
Then he couldn’t help but curse out loud.
"Holy shit!"
’The Group Leader can send things without understanding them? And it even auto-translates into a language the titans can understand?’
Previously, whenever Li Dong wanted to bring modern, unsolved scientific problems to the group, he faced two major hurdles:
First, he couldn’t send top-tier problems he didn’t understand himself, due to the group’s rules.
Second, even if he forced himself to understand and send them, ancient figures from centuries ago like Newton and Gauss would be completely in the dark when faced with modern abstract topology or high-dimensional tensor analysis. They wouldn’t be on the same wavelength at all.
But now...
Heh heh...
As long as he could use a good problem to successfully pique the curiosity and competitive spirit of this bunch of scientific madmen...
’The titans can do my research for me?’
Li Dong gulped.
He could already picture a century-old problem being solved.
And listed under the paper’s authors were:
"First Author: Li Dong."
"Second Author: Isaac Newton."
"Third Author: Bernhard Riemann."
"Corresponding Author: Albert Einstein."
’Just thinking about it is a thrill!’

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