Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

The invitation was sent by Chen Yinglong. He is going to marry Xu Jiaqing, and the wedding date will be at the end of this month.

This was a demonstration to Meng Zezhi, and it was a reminder for him.

Because according to the plot, after the wedding, Chen Yinglong, who thinks he has got his wish and is contented with self-consciousness, feels dispirited, and then he does not hesitate to take his frustrated predecessor onto the hospital rooftop.

"What's the matter?" Zhu Zhengqing walked over and saw the big characters "Bride Xu Jiaqing" on the invitation, and his hand hanging on his side tightened unconsciously.

"Nothing," Meng Zezhi said calmly: "The ex-wife remarried and sent me an invitation."

As he said, he threw the invitation card into the trash can at his feet.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Zhengqing's mood improved a lot.

Meng Zezhi pushed the stool on his right to him: "How is the preparation for the project?"

Zhu Zhengqing sat down and sighed slightly: "I don't have any clues for now."

He had already prepared a good project before, but it was based on the results of the previous research. Later, the research results were stolen, and the project planning book was also stolen. Although the research results were finally taken back at this moment, the project planning book has been circulated, and it is difficult to guarantee that the people behind the scenes will not research it in advance, and they will really lose their wife and break down.

So just in case, Zhu Zhengqing can only make other plans.

It's just that the project can be prepared so easily.

The scale of the laboratory is limited, and large projects cannot be done. It is enough to do a moderate project once. If you do it again, you will be a bit sorry for the favorable conditions given by Beijing University in order to bring him back from Harvard.

"That's it," Meng Zezhi thought for a while, and said, "Or, when I get the specific medicine out, how about you and me developing an AIDS vaccine together?"

Regarding this, Meng Zezhi was not on a whim. Although the so-called development of special drugs was just a gourd drawing, it gave him a lot of inspiration. As early as last month, he had this idea.

Anyway, the special medicine is about to be made by him, so it's better to develop a vaccine to add to the cake.

"Vaccine?" Zhu Zhengqing's eyes lit up, obviously a little moved.

"If you join, I am 60% sure that the vaccine will be researched out." Meng Zezhi gave a conservative number.

"Good." Zhu Zhengqing agreed without hesitation.

He chose to believe in Meng Zezhi.

"That's OK." Meng Zezhi smiled: "I will send you a copy of the collated relevant materials in two days."

"Yeah." Zhu Zhengqing nodded.

Before Meng Zezhi could deal with the ten reviewers, he fell ill.

This time it was not a cough, blood in the stool, or nausea, but an unexplained persistent fever.

His condition deteriorated again.

Meng Ze knows that this picture is obviously not suitable for staying in the laboratory anymore.

Fortunately, there is still Zhu Zhengqing.

Meng Zezhi was pale with a towel on his forehead, and said helplessly, "The next thing will trouble you."

"Don't worry." Zhu Zhengqing straightened out the quilt for him and said solemnly.

It's about his happiness for the rest of his life, he dare not pay attention to it!

Then he used Meng Zezhi to take good care of Meng Zezhi and occupied the guest room of Meng's house grandiosely.

Meng Zezhi saw it in his eyes, but said nothing.

Thanks to Jiang Qiyang, Chen Yinglong has really made a lot of money in the past two years. It is said that just one film of "Titanic" has distributed nearly 60 million in dividends, and the unit is US dollars.

In this way, Chen Yinglong naturally has the capital to make his wedding with Xu Jiaqing extremely luxurious.

An entire five-star hotel as the venue, a luxury caravan, 9.9 million gifts, ten million diamond rings, the wedding dress was made by the famous designer Galliano, with 1500 crystals and diamonds inlaid on it, used by 28 seamstresses It took more than 1,500 hours to sew it. The whole process was broadcast live, and the true love confession. The best man and bridesmaid group included a small half of the entertainment circle...

But these have nothing to do with Meng Zezhi.

Because that afternoon, he received two sample journals and 30 pamphlets containing only his papers from the Annals of Mathematics.

Although "Annual Journal of Mathematics" is named after the year, it is actually a bimonthly. It was first published by Harvard University and later moved to Princeton University, which is known as the World Center for Mathematics. Now it is published jointly by Princeton University and Princeton Institute for Advanced Study. The review cycle is half a year.

Meng Zezhi submitted the manuscript at the end of November, but the paper has been published in the magazine to be published at the beginning of next month. This shows the efficiency and urgency of the Annals of Mathematics.

Invisibly, Meng Zezhi actually enjoyed the treatment enjoyed by the guy who stole Zhu Zhengqing's research results. Of course, the other party relied on money to clear the way, and he relied on his own ability.

Originally, Meng Zezhi wanted to wait for Chen Yinglong to find a chance to reveal his deciphering Goldbach’s conjecture. He didn’t expect the Annals of Mathematics to be so powerful, which saved him a lot of effort.

So he braced himself and took a sample magazine and five separate books to the nursing home.

"Why are you like this?" Professor Wan looked worried when he looked at Meng Zezhi's fragile look.

"It's okay, it's just that I was tired some time ago." Meng Zezhi opened his eyes and said nonsense, and then passed the paper box in his hand: "Say yes, I will give you a big gift when you are 90 years old. This is today. I brought you a great gift."

"I will have my birthday next month." Professor Wan blew his beard and stared, but still took the paper box: "It's so heavy."

He opened the paper box, and what caught his eye was the octagonal logo of the Annals of Mathematics.

In a daze, an absurd idea suddenly emerged in his heart.

Professor Wan couldn’t help but looked up at Meng Zezhi, and then as if he had been mentally prepared, he reached out and opened the magazine. The title of the first article was "Four Methods to Prove Goldbach’s Conjecture". The next look is the author column, with only one name on it: ZezhiMeng

Professor Wan's hands trembled, his heart pounding, as if he was about to jump out of his chest in the next moment.

His lips trembled slightly, and his gaze moved down a little bit. In the mailing address column, it was not black and white that said ‘JingchengUniversity’.

Can't go wrong—

He flushed with a flushed face and stared at the boss, then he didn't catch his breath and fainted on the spot.

Meng Zezhi breathed tightly and hurriedly rang the call bell on the bedside.

Meng Zezhi's original intention was to give Professor Wan a vaccination so that when Chen Yinglong was in trouble, any bad news would reach his ears and teach him to sleep well.

Unexpectedly, he was kind, but in the end he sent Professor Wan directly into the operating room.

Fortunately, it was not a major event. Meng Zezhi kept it all night, and early the next morning, Professor Wan finally woke up.

He said weakly: "You are not to blame for this. I am getting older and can't bear the stimulus... The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves forward, and one mountain is higher than the other. It is worthy of being my student. I accept this gift."

Hearing this, the faces of the thousands of people present at the scene improved a lot.

Meng Zezhi smiled and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. By this time, he still didn't know, but the outside world had changed its appearance overnight.