Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

"My name is Zhang Fangxu, a native of the border province. I graduated from Geng Province University. I was recommended to join the master's and doctoral studies at Beijing University for 12 years. At the beginning, I studied under Professor Zhang Minghui. Professor Zhang Minghui is a respected and respected old professor. Inner respect."

"But then Professor Zhang passed away on business. Because Professor Meng Zezhi was also a researcher in number theory, I turned to him for a Ph.D. As the title, I posted this video today to expose this Professor Meng Zezhi Meng. Ugly face."

"At the beginning of 2014, I had a new understanding of Goldbach’s conjecture, so I launched a deep research on it, and finally got the results of the research two years later. It’s just because I was here. Too much time was spent on research, and there was a rigid requirement for Ph.D. students to publish two papers in Chinese core journals, so I split the research results into two papers..."

"These two papers, one is "New Thoughts on Goldbach Conjecture", and the other is "Goldbach Conjecture on Groups"."

In the video, Zhang Fangxu stooped down and brought up a thick stack of manuscript paper from under the table, flipped to the camera, and said: "These are the manuscripts I saved when I was doing research. Maybe it was out of vanity. Talk to classmates and roommates about my research. I hope they can stand up and testify for me."

"After the thesis was written, I went to Professor Meng, hoping that he could give some guiding opinions. After reading my thesis, Professor Meng said that there was a problem with the conclusion. He should study it carefully. Let me go back and wait for news first."

"Generally speaking, it is difficult for PhD students in our profession to publish articles in domestic core journals, unless their supervisor signs the first author, or they can get two letters of recommendation including their supervisor's. That is to say, no matter what Which method is it? If Professor Meng does not let go, the chances of my paper being passed are slim."

Having said that, Zhang Fangxu seemed to be suppressing something, his eyes opened in anger, and the blue veins on his forehead were rising: "I just waited for nearly two months. Two months later, the paper was published without my knowledge at all. The "Chinese Journal of Mathematics" above."

Zhang Fangxu grabbed two copies of the Chinese Journal of Mathematics, spread them under the camera, gritted his teeth and said: "You are not mistaken, the authors of these two papers only have Meng Zezhi's name."

"After the incident, I went to Meng Zezhi for the theory, and he threatened me that if I dared to poke this matter out, he would have a thousand ways to make me unable to graduate."

With that said, Zhang Fangxu put down the two magazines in his hand, and instead drew out a bank statement. The printed date was exactly one year ago, and the words'Meng Zezhi' were circled in red pen on it.

"Then Meng Zezhi transferred 60,000 yuan to me."

Zhang Fangxu's eyes reddened directly: "At that time, my dad was hospitalized with chronic renal failure, and his family had almost used up all his savings to give him dialysis treatment..."

He clasped his hands tightly, choked and said: "He took my weakness, I can't beat him..."

Having said this, his tone changed, his face flushed, from his neck to the back of his ears: "I keep the bank bills for today—"

"Someone will definitely ask why I have the courage to stand up today!" Zhang Fangxu took a deep breath: "Because I finally graduated."

"I was supposed to be able to graduate in June, but without those two papers, I couldn't meet the mandatory graduation requirements for the two Chinese core journal papers set by Beijing University, so I was forced to postpone my graduation by half a year. "

"I am now graduating, so I don't have to worry about Meng Zezhi threatening me with a degree certificate, so I must stand up today to expose Meng Zezhi's ugly face..."

"The world is getting worse." The taxi driver couldn't help but sighed.

Meng Zezhi listened, retracted his gaze on the phone screen, and looked up at him: "Why, brother also cares about these current affairs news?"

"I don't care about it," the taxi driver said with a smile: "That is to say, when I am free, I like to shop on Weibo and post it. This is a hot search. It's hard to know."

Hearing this, Meng Zezhi smoothly opened Weibo and took a closer look.

Of the nine recommended places in the hot search, the first three are all about him.

# Advisor Stealing Student Research Achievements#

#章方旭孟则知#

#Yangtze River Scholar Jingda Professor Meng Zezhi#

He randomly clicked into a hot search, swiped down, and reposted all the big V comments.

[Professor of Beijing University, terrible! 】

[Realistic version of a mouse shit, ruined a pot of porridge! 】

[This is the Changjiang Scholar? 】

[Distressed Zhang Fangxu! 】

[Strongly request Beijing University to give us an explanation! 】

[Corruption in academia is still so heinous! 】

[Coordinates in Seoul, South Korea, said that I just saw a report on this incident from the news, which was really embarrassing to be out of the border. 】

…

Meng Zezhi directly filtered out these abusive or nutritious words.

He then looked down.

[I’m the only one who thinks it’s weird? According to Zhang Fangxu’s statement, Meng Ming knows that he can sign himself as the first author on the paper, which is equivalent to these two papers as his research results, so why does he have to use it up? Means to **** these two papers? 】

[...Why does the journal have such a requirement that the papers that students finally publish are easily stolen by their supervisors? 】

[This is Kepdi. The default rule in academia: for master students to publish a paper, in principle, the supervisor is the first author; for doctoral students to publish a paper, the supervisor must be the first author. Papers with the supervisor as the first author and the postgraduate as the second author shall be regarded as the original work of the postgraduate. Whether it is a school or a journal, why would such an unspoken rule acquiesce to appear?

Because for journals, the tutor’s signature, for the sake of personal reputation, he must check the quality of the paper, so that it saves the journal a lot of trouble. As far as schools are concerned, the tutors are fixed and will not leave the school easily, while the students are mobile and do not belong to the school once they graduate. Tutors provide students with ideas, and the school provides scientific research funds. If the research results belong to the students, then once the students leave, the school will be empty! 】

[But Zhang Fangxu also said that the idea is his own thought, and has nothing to do with Meng Zezhi. Besides, he is a mathematics student, and he doesn't need to enter the laboratory, so he doesn't need any research funds at all. Besides, where did the research funding come from? It was given by the state. The taxpayer's money has nothing to do with the school...]

[Regarding the question of why Meng Zezhi snatched my paper, I will reply here in a unified manner, and I will not repeat it later. Because his mental state was not very good at the time, and he didn't have a research result that could be obtained, he urgently needed two independently completed papers to serve as a facade. Of course, this is just my guess. 】

[So this is the appearance of the Lord? 】

[Distressed! 】

[Distressed + 1]

…

Meng Zezhi frowned slightly and continued to turn down.

[When I saw this video, I don't know why, I suddenly remembered the fear of being dominated by the old man. 】

[Similarly, I graduated with a Ph.D. the year before. As someone who came here, what I want to say is that university is a small dyeing tank. It is no less deceitful than in society. Zhang Fangxu has to be as harmless as it is to be with her roommates To share my research content, blame him for being so stupid, or my conspiracy theory. 】

[Grab the two levers, hurry, surround them and boast—]

[It is so gloomy in your heart that you will feel that everything other people do is deliberate and deliberate. 】

【...】

"Beijing University is here," the taxi driver shouted.

"Well," Meng Zezhi reacted, putting away the phone: "How much is it?"

"fifty."

Meng Zezhi took out his wallet, took out a one-hundred-yuan note and handed it to him.

"Here, I'm looking for you fifty."

At this moment, Meng Zezhi's cell phone rang.

He took the money from the driver and collected it, and put the phone to his ear: "Hello, Dean Fu?"

A cold voice came from the other end of the phone: "You come to my office."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Zezhi sighed heavily, then returned home, took good things, and dragged his exhausted body to the dean's office.

I don't need to mention how many pointers I have suffered along the way.

Dean Fu had been waiting impatiently, and seeing Meng Zezhi coming in, he first asked with a calm face, "Do you know everything?"

Meng Zezhi nodded: "Yeah."

Then Dean Fu stood up from his seat with a slap on the floor, slapped on the table, and said angrily: "Now that things are so loud, the Ministry of Education has called and ordered the school to quell the public's anger within today. What should I do?"

"I wrote the thesis word by word, and I also have the manuscript." Meng Zezhi said.

Dean Fu is skeptical of this matter, but it is not the time to pay attention to this right now: "What if there is a manuscript, or do you think the preconceived people outside will believe your words?"

As he was talking, a middle-aged, bald man in his thirties rushed in anxiously: "Dean, something has happened—"

Just ten minutes ago, Zhang Fangxu’s roommate, Zhou Yi from the Department of Biology posted his ID card, student ID, and two long screenshots of the QQ space from a year ago on Weibo—the screenshot shows Zhang Fangxu more than once. Mentioned his own research and openly announced that he was willing to be Zhang Fangxu's witness.

It was not this that surprised Director Fu, but that after this Weibo was posted, the first person to repost it turned out to be Emperor Chen, who just won the Golden Horse Award for Best Actor with "Titanic".

His repost was like a flood after the gate was opened, and most of the people in the entertainment industry followed by reposting this Weibo.

Thinking about the number of fans of these people, Dean Fu's heart is cold.

He originally felt that even if it was for the face of Beijing University, he must first save Meng Zezhi.

But now it seems...

He made up his mind in an instant, and then said with a wry smile: "I know, it's not that we don't want to protect you, but the seriousness of the matter now exceeds our imagination. For the sake of the reputation of Beijing University..."

"I know." Meng Zezhi interrupted him, then put a pamphlet of the paper in his hand on the table and pushed it to Dean Fu: "So don't worry, someone will rush to protect me."