Chapter 752 - 402: The Fallen Prince and the Amateur Mathematician (Part 2)

Chapter 752: Chapter 402: The Fallen Prince and the Amateur Mathematician (Part 2)

"Are we really going to wait and go gamble at the Heluo Treasure Vault again?"

In the middle of his dilemma, he suddenly heard a commotion outside the window, as if someone was shouting.

"Expert Bai Mo..."

Wu Qingyun and Xiao Chuixue also heard it, and together with Bai Mo, went to the window. Outside, snowflakes were swirling and the dusk was dim. At the factory gate, someone in a bulky down jacket was holding a loudspeaker and shouting loudly.

The sound traveled hundreds of meters, cutting through the wind and snow, passing through the glass window of Bai Mo’s office, becoming very faint, but still audible.

"Expert Bai Mo! I’ve proven that one plus one equals two!"

Bai Mo was stunned for a moment.

What does that mean?

Proved Goldbach’s conjecture?

So impressive?

If that’s proved, shouldn’t he hurry to publish a paper?

Why come here with a loudspeaker to shout?

He was about to send someone to ask when he saw the factory’s security department, two security guards in orange jackets, rushing out and pinning the shouting "mathematician" to the ground, snatching his loudspeaker, and struggling with him in the snow.

What is going on now?

Bai Mo was a bit baffled.

As Sequence Five’s Grass Pill Master, his hearing was keen, and he could effortlessly hear the shouting from the "mathematician" and the two guards hundreds of meters away.

"You two get off me, don’t grab my loudspeaker, don’t press me!"

"I am a great mathematician!"

"If you dare to trouble me, Expert Bai Mo won’t spare you!"

The two guards were quite impatient, pressing this "great mathematician" into the grass, one holding his shoulder, the other kneeling on his back.

"You’re no mathematician!"

"Our chief told us long ago, he knows your kind."

"You’re just a pseudo-scientist!"

"Get out of here, do you hear me? If you dare to disturb Expert Bai Mo again, we’ll beat you up!"

The two guards glared angrily, speaking fiercely to scare the "great mathematician".

"I’m not a pseudo-scientist!"

The great mathematician seemed provoked, flipping over the two guards fiercely. He abruptly stood up, and with a swish, took out a dark green bottle from his pocket.

"Let me see Expert Bai Mo, or I’ll drink this medicine!"

Huh?

The two guards looked at this red-faced, panting great scientist, looked at the dark green bottle in his hand, and saw the label with three red characters, "Hundred Herbs Cry", and both were stunned.

What should we do now?

...

In the office building.

Bai Mo was on the phone, listening to Chen Yuanlin’s report.

"...he’s just a pseudo-scientist!"

"He’s a relocated resident from West State City suburbs with a middle school education, liked math since childhood."

"Came up with a bunch of stuff on his own, doesn’t conform to mathematical principles, he’s just talking nonsense."

"He submitted to all the journals and magazines, treated as a joke."

"Also went to Shangjing’s math center, got kicked out by security."

"Lately, he’s been wandering around West State, harassing several institutes, even went to West University’s math department."

"I don’t know how he found out your name, came running to our factory!"

"Don’t worry, I’m not afraid he’ll drink the medicine, I have ways to deal with him!"

"Really sorry, he disturbed you, I should make amends! I’ll deal with him right away!"

Ending the call, Bai Mo saw, amidst the wind and snow downstairs, Chen Yuanlin carrying a bucket had already reached the gate.

What is he planning to do?

This matter isn’t particularly big or small.

But if that guy really drinks the medicine at the factory gate, the impact would be quite bad!

What exactly was Chen Yuanlin planning to do?

Wu Qingyun and Fang Xiaoyu also widened their eyes, looking out the window.

Xiao Chuixue, holding a bucket of egg rolls, watched while munching.

"Oh oh oh!"

...

Then saw Chen Yuanlin reach the gate, angrily, a bucket in one hand, pointing at the "great mathematician" with the other.

"You think I haven’t heard comedians?"

"You want to drink the medicine, then go ahead and drink!"

"I have a bucket of manure ready for you!"

"If you drink the medicine, I’ll use the manure to induce vomiting and give you a stomach wash!"

The great mathematician, holding the medicine bottle, paused for a moment.

"Hmph!"

"Who the hell are you trying to scare?"

"Your factory uses flush toilets, where’d you get an outhouse? Where’d you get manure?"

Chen Yuanlin chuckled coldly.

"Correct, we don’t have an outhouse here."

"This manure, I just made it, it’s still hot!"

"If you want to drink medicine, then drink it!"

The two security guards were stunned, their expressions frozen. They never imagined that Factory Director Chen had such a fierce side.

Far away in the office building, Bai Mo was also stunned...

His Divine Sense extended out, sensing that Chen Yuanlin wasn’t bluffing!

That bucket truly contained fresh dung soup!

Confronting Chen Yuanlin was the great scientist, holding pesticide, looking at the two security guards, Chen Yuanlin, and the high office building in the factory compound in the twilight, in the wind and snow, tears streamed down his face.

"Is it wrong to like mathematics?"

"You’re all bullying people!"

He twisted open the cap of the medicine bottle, fiercely shoving the bottle towards his own mouth!

At this moment!

Whoosh!

A pen cap flew through the wind and snow, striking the medicine bottle directly!

Crack!

The glass bottle shattered, and the black-green liquid inside splattered all over, melting the snow. The pungent smell spread, it was indeed "Hundred Herbs Cry"!

The walkie-talkie on the security guard’s waist buzzed.

"Give the walkie-talkie to this gentleman."

The security guard quickly stepped forward and handed the walkie-talkie to this "Great Mathematician."

"I’m Bai Mo, and how should I address you?"

The great mathematician was stunned for a moment, eyes wide open, hands trembling.

"I... I... I’ve read your work!

"I’ve even personally derived it!

"I could only complete half of it!

"I..."

Then from the walkie-talkie, Bai Mo’s voice continued.

"I have also read your article. Just now, I read the article you posted on the blog, learning about your research on the Goldbach Conjecture."

...

In the office, Bai Mo sat behind the computer, one hand on the walkie-talkie, the other on the mouse, reviewing the articles published on the blog by this "Great Mathematician."

[The Millennium’s Greatest Breakthrough in Mathematics, The Goldbach Conjecture Proven by Me!]

[Section One: Borrow and Return, Borrow Again is Not Difficult]

[Classified Discussion, Judgments One by One, Assuming Set One...]

Bai Mo read, frowning, feeling dizzy.

The writing didn’t resemble mathematics, mostly imagined by himself.

But from this strange article, it was clear he indeed put in a lot of effort and thought, even though most steps were imaginary and nonsense, but some steps, he really did straightforward mathematical derivations!

"...How long did your research take?"

From the other side of the walkie-talkie, a voice quickly responded excitedly.

"Seventeen years! I researched for seventeen years!

"I filled a room with draft papers!

"I make no friends, have no other hobbies, I love mathematics the most!"

Bai Mo furrowed his brow, really not knowing what to say.

He pondered for a moment.

"Your research probably has errors, but also has bright spots!

"Your spirit of daring to climb the peaks of mathematics, and your effort for seventeen years day in and day out, is certainly commendable!

"But the Goldbach Conjecture, with our current knowledge system, is likely very difficult to prove.

"To solve it, a new field in mathematics needs to be opened.

"Your stuff...uh...is indeed very new!"

From the walkie-talkie, the "Great Mathematician" was already sobbing, choked with emotion, seemingly moved by his seventeen years of effort finally receiving a bit of recognition.

Bai Mo continued.

"We don’t encourage behavior like forcibly breaking into factories, so please understand why I won’t meet you.

"I will continue to study your article and will draw more nutrients from it!"

...

On the other side of the walkie-talkie, the "Great Mathematician" held the walkie-talkie, squatted in the snow, curled up, and began to cry aloud.

He also felt that his research seemed imperfect, but he would never accept others dismissing his seventeen years of effort as worthless!

Expert Bai Mo was willing to recognize him and even wanted to extract inspiration from his research, which truly gave him relief, and all the years of suppression, pain, and grievance gushed out with his tears.

In the walkie-talkie, Bai Mo’s voice continued to sound.

"Let’s call it a day for now.

"I’ll personally book a hotel for you for the night and help you buy a ticket for tomorrow.

"I will continue to follow your blog!"

...

In the office, seeing the "Great Mathematician" finally leave, Bai Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sigh..."

Mathematics is a towering, resplendent building, with countless Bright Pearls atop its peak that many aspire to.

But some people, they do not climb this high building, merely catching the reflection of the Bright Pearls in the water below, think they succeeded.

"Ignore him, finish work, and go home."

The most needed Alchemy Documents have yet to be found, that’s the real headache.