The other party paused for a moment and continued: "Well, it seems that this year we need an extra candidate for the Fields Medal."
"Haha, that's inevitable! Anyone who solves the Riemann Conjecture will receive a Fields Medal, even if they're over forty, they'll get a silver medal, right? Besides, Qiao Yu is only seventeen! Damn it, he's a genius that appears once in a millennium!"
"Yes, you're right! He's only seventeen! Alas, every time I think of his age, I get quite emotional. Pierre, we're already old. Our time is running out."
"Alright, Lucas, stop lamenting! Do you know why I'm in such a good mood today? At least before we die, someone has proven the Riemann Conjecture! Don't you think that's our good fortune?"
