<h4>Chapter 437: Coach, I Want To Sell Drones</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Henyee Trantions <strong>Editor: </strong>Henyee Trantions


    The meeting started again.


    Professor Keriber stepped foot into the conference room and ced a stack of paper on the desk. He made a gesture to his assistant, who was also holding a stack of papers, telling him to pass the theses around the table.


    The professors and engineers sitting around the table didn’t know what Professor Keriber was doing.


    Edor took a copy of the thesis and frowned.


    “What is this?”


    Professor Keriber ced his hands on the table before he spoke with a twinkle in his eye.


    “This is what we’ve been waiting for!”


    Edor was somewhat ufortable at how excited Keriber was, and he hesitated for a second before asking, “Are you sure this thing is reliable?”


    Professor Keriber spoke in a confident manner, “The author of the thesis is Professor Lu from Princeton; this year’s Fields Medal winner. If his mathematical model isn’t reliable, then I’m afraid no mathematical model in the world is reliable.”


    A sma physicist threw the thesis on the conference table and said, “sma turbulence... turbulence... the word turbulence gives me a headache.” He pinched his be and said, “I’m a sma physicist; I’m not here to discuss fluid mechanics with you.”


    Some professors didn’t say a word as they were concentrating on the thesis in their hands, trying toprehend theplicated calctions in the thesis. There were a lot of big names in the Max nck Institute; there were also visiting schrs from all over the world.


    There were bound to be some people who were proficient in mathematics.


    However, it didn’t matter if someone wasn’t proficient.


    They were just like Keriber.


    Even though Keriber couldn’t understand the body of the thesis, but like most people, he could still understand the mathematical model results and conclusion of the thesis.


    Keriber stared at Hesinger and said in a serious manner, “I know this sounds outrageous since it is well known within the physicsmunity that the turbulence problem is unsolvable. However, if this model is reliable, we can use it to change our fusion control scheme, and reduce the amount of sma collision on the first wall material.”


    Professor Hesinger went silent for a long time before he finally made a decision.


    “Then let’s give it a go.”


    The best way to test the truth was through experiments.


    Just like how their phenomenological model was built using the cumtive experience from countless experiments.


    Edor looked at Hesinger in disbelief. “Are you sure you want to change the control scheme? Just because of this unpublished thesis?”


    Professor Hesinger looked at him.


    “Do we have another choice?”


    Changing the control scheme wasn’t an easy task.


    However, this type of procedural modification was much easier than arge systematic modification...


    ...


    Once Lu Zhou submitted the thesis, he left it alone.


    Interestingly, he posted the thesis onto arXiv’s website, sharing it with his peers. However, it didn’t trigger the system missionpletion.


    It seemed like the rules for this type of application-based thesis was different than mathematics proof theses. Making the thesis avable to the public wasn’t the only criteria for missionpletion.


    Lu Zhou remembered the mission description said he had to “establish a mathematical model for the sma turbulence phenomenon in a sterator”.


    Maybe the mission also required at least one sterator to apply his model?


    If that was the case, this mission would be a little more difficult...


    Even top journals like PRX were unlikely to be adopted by research institutes.


    More importantly, there were only a few sterators in the world...


    Of course, there could also be a problem with Lu Zhou’s thesis.


    But Lu Zhou felt like the probability of that was very low...


    After confirming the thesis had entered into the peer review stage, Lu Zhou’s work had slowed down a little.


    From the Navier–Stokes equation to sma turbulence, apart from the few days he went to the Brazil conference, he basically hadn’t taken a break.


    After all, he wasn’t a machine; he still needed to rest...


    A group of undergraduate boys was testing their drone near Lake Carnegie.


    The annual autumnpetition was about to begin, so this was the most important time for practice.


    As their consultant, Lu Zhou would asionally join them when he wasn’t busy.


    On the one hand, he would give the boys advice on technical problems. On the other hand, he would also use this opportunity to hang out around theke and get some sunshine.


    The club leader, Jimmy, sat next to Lu Zhou. He grabbed the grass on the ground and suddenly said, “Professor, I’m graduating next year.”


    “Oh? Maybe I can give you some good advice, like some reliable professors you can study under.”


    Lu Zhou had a good impression of the boy with freckles.


    Although Lu Zhou didn’t know a lot of engineering professors, he could still consult some of his professor friends for suggestions.


    However, to Lu Zhou’s surprise, Jimmy shook his head.


    “I don’t want to study anymore, I want to graduate.”


    Lu Zhou looked at him in surprise.


    “Graduate? Have you thought of what you want to do?”


    “Drones!” Jimmy stared at the little guy flying in the sky and said, “I want to open a dronepany. That’s my dream.”


    Lu Zhou said, “This sounds... interesting. But Jimmy, what do you n on using drones to do?”


    Jimmy smiled and said, “There’s a lot of things it can do.... like delivering packages or pizza.”


    <i>Package delivery drone?</i>


    <i>This word makes me nostalgic...</i>


    Lu Zhou looked at the drone hovering in the sky and thought back to the first few theses he published in his university days.


    He also remembered his Shunfeng offer.


    Lu Zhou couldn’t help but think. What if he didn’t refuse the offer, chose to give up on academia, and went to research drone logistics in aboratory instead? What would his life be like?


    <i>Life really is amazing...</i>


    Jimmy: “Professor?”


    Lu Zhou said, “What?”


    Jimmy looked at Lu Zhou seriously and said, “What do you think of the drone delivery idea?”


    “A good idea. I’m optimistic about this project, but I don’t have any ns to invest...”


    Jimmy smiled and said, “No, you’re misunderstanding me, I don’t need your investment. My father agreed to lend me five million dors in venture capital; it should be enough.”


    Lu Zhou: “...”


    <i>Okay, I guess I was over-thinking.</i>


    <i>But speaking of which, howe other than my own students, all the students I’m friends with are filthy rich...</i>


    “In this case, good luck with your venture. I can’t help you with anything else, but I can rmend you some good theses to read... However, it only outlines a general framework. It is far fromplete.” Lu Zhou paused for a second before he said, “However, they’re in the General Journal, and I’m not sure if the database of Firestone Library has them, so you might have to be a little patient when you’re looking for them...”


    That was how the General Journal worked. Even if someone produced a top tier result, it would be treated poorly.


    Lu Zhou spent general points in order toplete the mission. Therefore, it was actually the system that wrote the theses.


    Objectively speaking, Lu Zhou felt like the quality of those theses were pretty good. Although they were somewhat sub-par, using it as a framework would be pretty decent.


    However, Jimmy was keen. His eyes lit up as he immediately said, “Please rmend them to me!”


    Lu Zhou took out a small notebook from his pocket.


    He couldn’t remember which academic conference he got this notebook from. He mainly used it to record inspirational thoughts. He was the only one that could understand the symbols and calctions written within.


    Lu Zhou tore off a nk sheet of paper and wrote down the name of the journal and approximate publication date before he gave it to Jimmy.


    “Take it.”


    “Thank you!”


    Jimmy took the piece of paper from Lu Zhou and shoved it in his pocket like it was a piece of treasure.


    Although the theses were useless for Lu Zhou, he hoped Jimmy would find them useful.


    Suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrated.


    Lu Zhou stood up and patted the grass off his pants. He then walked next to theke and took out his phone.


    Xiao Ai: [Master, you have mail!]


    Lu Zhou looked at the notification on his screen and clicked on the link. He instantly logged into his email.


    Coincidentally, there were two unread emails in his inbox.


    One was from PRX, informing him that the peer review had ended and that the thesis would be published in thetest PRX issue.


    The other was from the Max nck Institute for sma Physics...