Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

Meng Zezhi spent a whole afternoon cleaning up the garbage in the living room, and then changed all the daily necessities in the house to a new set according to the habits of his predecessor, even the dishes and chopsticks were not spared.

Early the next morning, he drove to Beijing University.

As a professor, his predecessor had his own independent office at Beijing University. The space is small, about forty square meters, with a desk, a set of filing cabinets, a sofa and coffee table, and a whole wall of books and periodicals.

Xu Jiaqing had an accident at the end of July. It was summer vacation. Although her predecessor had been depressed for more than a month, it had little effect on her work.

At the beginning of school, according to the usual practice, Meng Zezhi sent a message to the student group and asked the students to come to him with papers in batches.

The predecessor was studying mathematics, but unlike his teacher Professor Wan Zhexian, who was mainly engaged in the study of typical groups and geometry, the main research direction of the predecessor was number theory.

He has brought six doctoral students and fifteen postgraduates under his name, all of which are three-year students.

After sending the message, Meng Zezhi walked to the bookshelf and pulled out two journals from his memory.

The name of the journal is "Chinese Journal of Mathematics". Among the nineteen core mathematics journals in China, the influence of "Chinese Journal of Mathematics" can only be ranked in the middle and lower reaches. The two predecessor papers that were exposed in the academic fraud scandal were published in these two journals.

The main mission Meng Zezhi can't do it temporarily, Jiang Qiyang is in Hollywood right now. As for Chen Yinglong, how can he be an ordinary person who can randomly put out 50 million to invest in Jiang Qiyang's movies and TV shows? It is said that when his father coughed, the domestic sugar industry would tremble three times.

He is a learned person, and has no power and influence. It is really not a wise move to go up and be tough with Jiang Qiyang.

That's why Meng Zezhi decided to start with a side mission-restoring the reputation of his predecessor.

There are three stains on his predecessor. Domestic violence caused his wife's miscarriage, academic fraud, and confusion in his private life.

There was not much time left for Meng Zezhi. Five months later, these two papers were stolen explosively, which became the fuse for the predecessor to commit suicide by jumping off the building.

Meng Zezhi went through these two papers roughly and thought about it in his mind.

Those who study number theory will inevitably imagine that one day they will be able to solve one or more global number theory problems—Goldbach’s conjecture, twin prime conjecture, Riemann hypothesis, Fermat’s last theorem...

Among them, the most familiar to Chinese people should be Goldbach's conjecture.

In the 1930s, the Chinese analytic number theory school represented by Hua Luogeng emerged.

In 1956, Academician Wang Yuan successively proved the problems of "3+4", "3+3", "2+3" and "1+4".

In 1962, Academician Pan Chengdong and Barbarn of the Soviet Union proved the "1+5" problem.

In 1966, Academician Chen Jingrun proved the "1+2" ​​problem, and in 1978 proved the "1+1" upper limit formula.

It is precisely because Chinese mathematicians have made outstanding contributions to proving Goldbach’s conjecture that this conjecture was given a ‘political label’ beyond academic significance by the country early on, inspiring younger mathematicians all the time.

Affected by this, after his predecessor was selected as a Changjiang Scholar, he boldly shifted his research direction to Goldbach's conjecture.

Unfortunately, the predecessor failed to solve this problem. But this is not to say that his research is useless. Thirty-five years later, his only daughter successfully proved this conjecture on the basis of his research.

It's a pity that the child is gone.

Meng Zezhi shook his head.

The predecessor published in the "Chinese Journal of Mathematics" above these two papers, it is precisely about Goldbach's conjecture.

At that time, his predecessor had been poisoned, and the decline in IQ caused his research work to be in trouble. However, schools have rigid requirements. Professor-level tutors need to publish at least two core journal papers each year, and the number and quality of papers are directly linked to scientific research projects and funding.

Unable to produce the results of the research, the emotions gradually lost control and became explosive and irritable. Because of this, the predecessor did not think much, but attributed the cause to too much work pressure.

No one would like to deal with a person who is irritated by disagreement. The colleagues in the department gradually alienated the predecessor, and the students of the predecessor are also scared by him. He will not come to him if he is not a last resort.

Except for one person.

That person is Zhang Fangxu, the former doctoral student disciple.

Zhang Fangxu bit his scalp and resisted the storm from his predecessor and reported to the laboratory on time every day. With his help, the predecessor wrote these two papers with difficulty.

Think about it and know that the level of these two papers is not high, but fortunately, it is still possible to vote for "Chinese Journal of Mathematics".

Considering that Zhang Fangxu helped him a lot, his predecessor had thought of adding his name to the paper and listed him as the second author.

But Zhang Fangxu refused. He asked his predecessor for 30,000 yuan, on the grounds that his dad was hospitalized with illness, kidney failure, serious illness, and insufficient medical expenses at home.

The predecessor listened, and agreed. After all, the level of these two papers was not high, and with a second author, the gold content was even lower.

The predecessor readily gave Zhang Fangxu 60,000 yuan.

How could it be so simple—

Zhang Fangxu's father was indeed hospitalized, with kidney failure, and his condition was very serious.

Then Chen Yinglong approached him and promised to bear his father's medical expenses until his father completed the kidney transplant, but he needed Zhang Fangxu to help him with a few things.

Zhang Fangxu agreed.

My predecessor never expected that Zhang Fangxu would take pictures of his predecessor's manuscripts every time he entered the laboratory, reorganize and collect them after returning, and pretend to inadvertently mention his research progress to classmates or netizens after a period of time. After the results came out, the predecessor wrote the paper, and he also wrote it. After finishing writing, he specially asked his classmates to help check for formatting errors, and then pretended to take the finished paper to find the predecessor...

When the paper was published, the name of the predecessor was written in the author column.

The students of the predecessor didn't even know, seeing the result, they were in an uproar.

At this time, Zhang Fangxu's acting skills are close to the actor, angry when he should be angry, and aggrieved when he should be wronged. When asked, his classmates unwillingly hinted that their predecessor gave him a compensation.

Seeing that Zhang Fangxu didn't hold him accountable, the students from his predecessor didn't dare to rush forward. After all, it didn't matter what he was hanging up high. What's more, the fire at the gate of the city caused Chi Yu, and the predecessor fell.

It's just that they don't know what they think secretly.

Five months later, under Chen Yinglong's instigation, Zhang Fangxu jumped out to accuse his predecessor of stealing his research results. As soon as the evidence was presented, the predecessor was indefensible, and he was plunged directly into the abyss.

It is not difficult to break the game.

To put it bluntly, the predecessor is not heavy enough, and no one wants to protect him.

Meng Zezhi's left index finger tapping the tabletop stopped, his eyes fell on the big words of Goldbach's conjecture in the abstract.

He is studying physics, focusing on biophysics, and he will inevitably dabble in all disciplines. Although the world he originally lived in was also a small world, the level of technology was much higher than this world. At least with them, Goldbach's conjecture has become a conclusive conclusion.

Although Meng Zezhi didn't know how this conjecture was proved, it did not prevent him from believing in his own ability, especially if he had the memory of his predecessors.

The most important thing is that, at present, he has no other choice but this path.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Meng Zezhi put away two journals.

The office door was pushed open, and six students walked in and stood one meter away from the desk. Among them was Zhang Fangxu.

"professor!"

"Yeah." Meng Zezhi also had no plans to chat with them to get closer, he reached out and knocked on the table, Zhang Fangxu quickly put the paper in his hand over.

Meng Zezhi raised his head and glanced at him. Zhang Fangxu was ordinary-looking, thin and tall, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. His complexion was as usual, and he didn't seem to have done anything wrong.

Suddenly facing Shang Meng Zezhi's deep eyes, there was a momentary illusion, and Zhang Fangxu felt as if the secrets of his whole body were exposed under the gaze of this gaze.

His heartbeat stagnated, and when he fixed his eyes to look again, Meng Zezhi had already retracted his gaze.

He looked surprised, could it be an illusion!

An uneasy mood suddenly rose in his heart.

It took Meng Zezhi more than ten minutes to go through the thesis in detail. I have to say that Zhang Fangxu is indeed a bit capable. His predecessor hadn't done much about these students except for normal classes for more than a year. He was able to write this. The papers at the same level are already very good.

It's just a pity!

Meng Zezhi noted two mistakes in the paper, and then returned the paper to Zhang Fangxu: "Go back and correct these places, and you can send it out when you are done."

"Thank you, professor!" Zhang Fangxu was ecstatic, and instantly put the matter behind him.

Then a short-haired girl handed the paper to Meng Zezhi.

Meng Zezhi flipped through a few pages and threw the paper back directly: "Writing something messy, rewrite it."

Seeing this scene, the short-haired girl was about to grit her teeth, but dared not speak.

"The bull's head is wrong, change it!"

"You have too few things on your own, and it is unlikely that you will pass the manuscript."

"You compiled this data yourself!"

After sending the three students away, Meng Zezhi loosened the tie around his neck and took the paper from the last female student. After turning two pages, he froze for a while, then cheered up and continued to look down. .

Zhou Jia squeezed her fingers subconsciously, and the atmosphere didn't dare to take a breath.

After a full quarter of an hour, Meng Zezhi finished reading the entire paper. He raised his head to look at Zhou Jia: "You did it independently?"

It's not Zhou Jia's conspiracy theory, but Meng Zezhi's notoriety. She subconsciously thought, does Meng Zezhi also want to invade her thesis?

She subconsciously wanted to ask other people for help, but there was no one around her. Then she remembered that she was the last one and everyone else had already left. She was confused, bit her lip and nodded.

"Not bad." Meng Zezhi praised from the bottom of his heart. He had a passion for talents: "After graduating from the master's degree, are you interested in continuing to study Ph.D. with me?"

Zhou Jia was stunned for a moment, what did this mean?

She subconsciously wanted to refuse, but was afraid of offending Meng Zezhi, she could only say cautiously: "I...I haven't considered whether to study a Ph.D. I'm getting older..."

"Oh." Meng Zezhi was a little disappointed.

He still understands the truth that he didn't immediately agree to refuse.