Dean's office.
Zhong Guohua and some professors who were not affected gathered, and they had been studying Yang Xuebin's paper these days.
The content of the paper was too much and too profound.
Even with their combined efforts, it took them almost half a month to finish reading it.
But they only understood it.
To fully grasp it would require at least half a year, or even more than a year.
This is not to say that their level was insufficient, but rather that this paper was too far ahead of its time, and they lacked the necessary foundation, making it naturally difficult and laborious to read.
Taking off his glasses, an old professor rubbed his eyes and exclaimed, "Yang Xuebin's talent is truly astonishing. Who could have imagined that he completed such a monumental work in just over two months?
With the publication of this paper, he will stand shoulder to shoulder with Einstein.
We will also completely shed the label of a scientific desert and join the ranks of world-class nations."
It wasn't that he hadn't seen geniuses before; when he studied in the United States, it gathered the world's top geniuses, but compared to Yang Xuebin, they all paled in comparison.
One must know, Yang Xuebin was only twenty years old.
To be able to write such a monumental work before even graduating from university, there is no second such person in history.
Einstein was 23 when he published the theory of relativity.
Another professor's expression was firm, and he said with conviction, "Dean, everyone, this paper is not only Yang Xuebin's achievement but also the achievement of our Qinghua Campus and the nation. No matter what, we must ensure its publication."
"Indeed. If we fail to facilitate the paper's publication, we will all be sinners."
"But even the journals have stopped, how can we publish it?"
... Everyone discussed animatedly.
But thinking of the current situation, the atmosphere in the office became somber again.
Many professors puffed heavily on their cigarettes, seemingly trying to numb their nerves to alleviate the indignation in their hearts.
The more they marveled at the quality of the paper, the more indignant they became.
But reality was such, what could they do?
The office was silent, filled with smoke, as if a fire had been lit.
It was unclear how much time had passed.
Zhong Guohua fiercely extinguished his unfinished cigarette in the ashtray, stood up, and said in a deep voice, "I'll go find the leader. Now, only he can get this paper published."
All the professors were shocked but nodded silently.
An old professor said, "Let's sign a joint letter."
"Good!"
The others nodded in agreement.
They were determined to ensure the publication of this paper, no matter the potentially negative consequences.
But, so what?
In fact, they had already prepared themselves a long time ago, knowing that what was coming would eventually come, at most it would just be a bit earlier. Since that was the case, why not do something meaningful...
The prolonged silence from Zhong Guohua caused Yang Xuebin's heart to sink continuously.
Was it too late after all?
Just when he was about to give up, Zhong Guohua suddenly found him and excitedly said, "Student Yang, your paper application has been approved and will be published on September 28th."
"Really, that's wonderful!"
Yang Xuebin was overjoyed, and he respectfully bowed, saying, "Thank you, Dean."
He knew that if not for Zhong Guohua's efforts, his paper probably wouldn't have been published.
Zhong Guohua chuckled, "This is both your achievement and the glory of our Qinghua Campus. How could we let it be buried in the dust of history? However, its publication this time was personally approved by Elder Deng."
"Elder... Deng!"
Yang Xuebin's eyes widened, and he couldn't speak clearly.
Zhong Guohua nodded, "Yes, the winds are blowing stronger and stronger now. Many physics journals, though not yet shut down, are in a state of suspension. Without his old man's approval, it would be impossible to publish."
Yang Xuebin excitedly rubbed his hands, "Hehe."
Zhong Guohua put away his smile and said solemnly, "Student Yang, theoretical research ultimately clashes with the prevailing direction. I hope you will no longer engage in this kind of research. At the same time, be cautious and do not get carried away. Job assignments are about to begin, and once they are finalized, you will leave the school immediately."
"Yes, Dean!"
Yang Xuebin nodded seriously.
He knew this was out of care and protection for him; this place had already become a hotbed of trouble...
September 28th, 1966.
The paper on the Standard Model was published in the 'Acta Physica Sinica,' though it was more like a book being published.
Upon its release, the entire nation was abuzz.
"My goodness, can this be written by an undergraduate?"
"Hiss, the Standard Model, it actually unified the strong, weak, and electromagnetic forces, incorporating various particles into the model, and even predicted the existence of many particles. Is Yang Xuebin going against the heavens?"
"Pure mathematical calculation, this is pure mathematical calculation! Yang Xuebin's talent is comparable to Einstein's."
"Haha, I knew it, our Eastern people are not inferior to their Westerners. We were just a bit behind them before. The achievements they can make, we can also achieve."
"From now on, who dares to say that our Huaxia is a scientific desert!"
"Long live the people!"
... The scientific community was in an uproar.
Especially the physics community, only they understood the true value of this paper.
It may not be on par with 'Relativity,' but it's not far off.
Yang Xuebin, this junior who was previously an up-and-coming talent, suddenly surged ahead of them, leaving them barely able to see his back.
Compared to the scientific community, the public's reaction was calm.
Because there was no report from the Supreme Daily, nor even from other newspapers or radio stations, they simply didn't know about it...
Northwest.
Elder Deng put down the thick paper and looked up at Ye Zhetai, saying, "Brother Ye, your disciple is truly a brilliant talent. In the future, the great banner of our country's scientific community will have to be held up by him."
Ye Zhetai also felt as if he were in a dream, "I also didn't expect that he would complete this monumental work in just over two months. Although it's all mathematical deductions, there isn't a single flaw to be found."
Originally, he had planned to give Yang Xuebin two years to work on it, and only needed some progress.
But who knew, Yang Xuebin directly completed it in one go.
Elder Deng suddenly said, "Brother Ye, I want to apply to transfer him here, what do you think?"
Ye Zhetai was startled.
He thought for a long time before finally nodding, "That's fine."
He had naturally heard about the situation outside, and secretly appreciated Yang Xuebin's planning.
Although he had been deceived, he had also been protected.
To be honest, when he first learned he had been deceived, he was truly angry and insisted on returning to Beijing.
It was Shao Lin who knelt before him, pleading earnestly, that he finally compromised.
Transferring Yang Xuebin here could both remove him from the vortex outside and accelerate their research, killing two birds with one stone.
Elder Deng smiled happily, "Good, I will write the application shortly."