Cannon Fodder Is King

Arc 1.21

Maybe it was because of the medicine. As soon as I finished browsing Weibo, my sleepiness came to my heart, and I ate some bread indiscriminately. Meng Zezhi fell asleep when he returned to the room.

It was already the next morning when I woke up again.

After washing her face in a daze, Dean Fu's...only Zhu Zhengqing's.

Find out the mobile phone number dialed in the past, the voice also shows the shutdown state.

Meng Zezhi faintly felt that something was wrong.

He first called Professor Wan.

Professor Wan is straight to the point: "Do you still have a single book at your place? Give me a few more copies."

He was talking about the pamphlet of the paper proving Goldbach’s conjecture published by Meng Zezhi in the Annals of Mathematics.

The Annals of Mathematics sent a total of 30 pamphlets to Meng Zezhi. Meng Zezhi remembers that he gave Professor Wan five as a birthday gift.

He asked: "What's the matter?"

Professor Wan said vaguely: "It's not that your Uncle Xia and the others came to see me in the nursing home yesterday afternoon. I couldn't hold back for a while, so I took out the few pamphlets you gave me..."

Said it was taken out to have a look, but it was actually taken out to show off.

Meng Zezhi knew the old man's mind.

"As a result, guess what," Professor Wan said angrily, "I'm all 70s and 80s, so I need to make a face, and I ran away after I took something, and I couldn't chase him back."

He also wanted to keep one or two copies after he died, cremated them and brought them into the urn, but in the end, these guys did well and none of them were left for him.

Even so, it's not hard to hear the pride in Professor Wan's tone.

"Okay." Meng Zezhi's eyes smiled even more: "When I have time, I will give you some more books."

"Five more." Professor Wan exhorted: "You have to remember."

"Eh!"

After hanging up the phone, Meng Zezhi followed and called Dean Fu again.

"Excuse me, Dean Fu, I didn't feel well yesterday, so I went to bed early. What can you do with me?"

"Not feeling well? Are you better now?"

"It's much better, Dean Fu cares about it."

"That's good," Dean Fu started talking about business. "I was eager to find Professor Meng for two reasons. One is the report meeting. This is what we have already said, and it is specific. You need to be consulted on some of the arrangements of the company. The second thing..."

Dean Fu made no secret of the excitement in his tone: "The three newspapers "People's Daily", "News University" and "Jingcheng Daily" plan to give you a joint interview. What do you think of Professor Meng?"

The ones that should come will come.

Meng Zezhi nodded: "This is a good thing, but you also know Dean Fu. I haven't been in good health these days, and now I am busy preparing for the report meeting. Speeches and PPTs. Interviews and other things, if not necessary, please avoid them."

Thinking of Meng Zezhi’s recent loss of weight, Dean Fu suppressed the disappointment in his heart. He also hoped that through Meng Zezhi’s shareholder style, the reputation of the Department of Mathematics of Beijing University in China would be raised to a higher level!