Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

Two days later, three billion U.S. dollars were successfully received. In the afternoon, Andrew boarded the special plane back to the United States with the corresponding information.

Once the news came out, it caused a sensation at home and abroad.

[Three hundred billion dollars! I count... eleven zeros... Mom asked me why I was kneeling on the ground! 】

[Calculated according to the 0.8% annual interest rate of US dollar deposits at Hua National Bank, 300 billion US dollars, the annual interest is 2.4 billion US dollars, and the average daily interest income is 6.57 million US dollars, which is equivalent to 44 million yuan...]

[Silently wrapped up my little quilt. 】

[The scum with a monthly salary of four thousand trembles. 】

[Intellectuals are awesome! 】

[You are really amazing! 】

[Three hundred billion US dollars, that's not three thousand yuan. If you say donate, just donate it. Papa Meng is Papa Meng! 】

[I’m also 37 years old, I have a house without a car, I just gave birth to a second child, and I owe a debt. The four elderly people in the family have to support. I have quit smoking three times before and have not quit, but now I am reluctant to spend money on cigarettes. , I gave up without knowing it. I only dared to take the bus when I went out. I didn’t dare to go to the hospital when I was sick... Although I asked for it myself, I saw Professor Meng donate 300 billion US dollars without any pain and admiration. Yu, I always feel sad. If I studied hard back then, would I be able to throw out 300 billion like Professor Meng now, without blinking my eyes...]

[The same is true for me. It is impossible for a person to achieve nothing in middle age. It is impossible to expect oneself to succeed. Now I can only put hope on the next generation. 】

[Stop talking, my son is playing on the phone secretly again, I'll beat him up first, let's vent my anger. 】

【...】

[Suddenly distressed! 】

[Following the parents and teachers, there is another big mountain on them. 】

[Should I be thankful that my dad can't surf the Internet! 】

[Upstairs you think too much, the same world, the same dad, wait for it! 】

…

When the outside world was disturbing, Meng Zezhi, who was the center of the topic, was interviewing students at home.

Jingcheng University set the time for the postgraduate interview at the end of March. Before that, Meng Zezhi had received no less than 80 sets of magnetic letters, both mathematics and biology.

The so-called magnetic letter is a self-recommendation letter written by candidates who have passed the preliminary examination of the postgraduate exam and want to apply for the postgraduate under his name.

Nowadays, Meng Zezhi is in full swing, and if he dares to send him a magnetic letter at this juncture, he can imagine that his grades will not be bad.

This is not the first time Meng Zezhi has admitted students. He has his own set of standards.

Those who apply for a master’s degree program are preferred if they have won the first prize for scientific research at or above the provincial level during the university period, those who have published papers in core journals are preferred, and those who have received three-year national scholarships are preferred (up to three national scholarships can be obtained at the university level)...

To apply for doctoral candidates, one must have published three core journals as the second author at the postgraduate level, and two must be recommended by well-known professors at home and abroad. If these two conditions are not met, Meng Zezhi does not intend to take it even if the written results are excellent.

According to this standard, Meng Zezhi screened out 20 resumes, and then specifically returned emails to these 20 students to make an appointment for a video interview.

Meng Zezhi specifically spared the weekends for this purpose.

…

"How much do you know about Riemann's hypothesis?"

The Riemann hypothesis is one of the 23 mathematics problems that Hilbert proposed at the Second International Congress of Mathematicians in the 20th century that mathematicians should work hard to solve. Its importance in mathematics is far more important than Meng Zezhi proved before. Goldbach’s conjecture is recognized as the commanding heights of mathematics in the 20th century.

It is also something that Meng Zezhi will study in the next stage.

"Riemann hypothesis?" On the other side of the video, the boy with a bancuntou said calmly: "The Riemann hypothesis was proposed by the German mathematician Riemann in the mid-nineteenth century. It is one of the most useful clues to prove this hypothesis. From the theory of functions, it reveals that the imaginary part of the zero point is a discrete value... The biggest challenge now is to prove that the eigenvalue of the operator is a real number. For this, the accepted proof idea is to construct an equivalent operator... That’s all you know!"

After speaking, he looked at Meng Zezhi nervously.

"Yeah." Meng Zezhi responded indifferently and turned over his resume. After graduating from Jiangsheng University, Professor Feng Keqin wrote a recommendation letter. During the university, he published two papers on the twin prime conjecture in core journals. Received a national scholarship for two years.

Judging from the interview situation just now, I have a wide range of knowledge and a solid foundation. I am a promising student.

Thinking of this, Meng Zezhi put down the resume in his hand, raised his head and asked, "Are you a courteous person?"

"Yes." The Bancuntou boy tried his best to keep his face calm, but the fine beads of sweat on his forehead exposed his anxiety at the moment.

"Have you been to the capital?"

"No, no time and no chance."

Meng Zezhi smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, as long as you are willing, there will be time to experience the prosperity of this city in the future."

How can a boy with Bancuntou not understand the hidden meaning of this sentence, his eyes lit up, his face could not hide his excitement: "Thank you teacher, thank you teacher."

After cutting off the video, Meng Zezhi sighed with relief and stretched out his hand to rub his neck. At this moment, Zhu Zhengqing pushed the door in with his water glass.

"How's the interview going?"

Meng Zezhi took the cup and took two sips: "It's okay, it went well. By the way, let's go out to eat at night, I don't bother to make it."

"Okay." Zhu Zhengqing thought for a while: "Or, go to the Chen's private kitchen to eat wild vegetables. I haven't eaten yuqian rice for several years."

"Yes." Meng Zezhi naturally agreed.

After resting for a while, Meng Zezhi checked the time and connected to the video of the next interviewer.

Still an acquaintance.

"Professor Meng." Zhou Jialue kept his mind as calm as possible.

The ghost knew what she had gone through in the past few months. When Professor Meng handed her an olive branch and asked her if she wanted to continue studying with him, she thought Professor Meng had misbehavior and refused—

Who would have thought that half a year later, the scumbag who beat his wife would become a national treasure-level scholar.

I really agreed to the phrase ‘today you love to answer me, and tomorrow I will make you unable to afford it’.

Then she applied for the PhD candidate of Professor Meng with a thick (very) (no) face (bone) skin (gas).

Meng Zezhi was really good with her senses. At least the paper she wrote independently at the beginning was really amazing to him. Not all people can calm their minds and spend two years just to solve one problem.

Such students are most favored by academic tutors.

As for what was rejected by Zhou Jia, Meng Zezhi didn't care about it at all.

Since he is an acquaintance and has already decided to admit, Meng Zezhi's expression is naturally not as serious as when interviewing other students.

As for why there is still this interview, it is because Meng Zezhi feels that since you have applied for the exam in a serious manner, then I must also go through the process.

He asked casually: "Has the paper been duplicated?"

"Checked it." Zhou Jia was trembling, a little confused.

"What is the duplication check rate?" Meng Zezhi put her resume aside, picked up the resume of the next interviewer and looked through it.

Zhou Jia was frightened and suddenly lost her breath: "One hundred, five percent."

"Not bad." Meng Zezhi gave a pertinent evaluation, and then said: "Okay, that's it for the interview. Go back and study the Riemann hypothesis. I will open two booklists for you later, remember. Look, I will take the test next semester."

"Good, good." Zhou Jia replied subconsciously. When she reacted, the video had been hung up.

Wait, what Professor Meng said just now.

next semester-

Her eyes lit up, and she stood up from the seat with a brush, shouting that it was too good, and threw herself on the bed and rolled.

Hearing the sound, Father Zhou opened the door and walked in. He looked nervous: "Xiao Jia, how is it?"

He knew about Zhou Jia, and it was related to his daughter's future, so he didn't need to worry about Zhou Jiashao.

"Passed, passed!" Zhou Jia got up from the bed and hugged Zhou's father: "Fortunately, Professor Meng doesn't remember the villain as an adult."

Father Zhou opened his eyes and smiled with pride: "That is, I don't want to think about who Father Meng is..."

Then Zhou Jia looked at her old father, who is 1.9 meters tall and weighs 200 kilograms, with a strange expression on her face, exaggerating.

Twenty students were all interviewed, and Meng Zezhi selected four doctoral students and six master students as he wished.

The next day, Meng Zezhi reported the names of these students to the school, at least not allowing people to be brushed down by the school during the retest.

In the afternoon, Meng Zezhi received a call from Andrew, saying that Jiang Qiyang had sent it back.

This is the first time Meng Zezhi has seen Jiang Qiyang.

Jiang Qiyang, who has undergone system transformation, looks like a dog, otherwise there would not be so many women to follow him.

The premise is that he is not as embarrassed as he is now.

In the cabin, Meng Zezhi looked at Jiang Qiyang's **** legs and asked, "What's wrong?"

The captain in charge of escorting Jiang Qiyang back to China is of Chinese origin: "This kid is very wicked. He almost made him run away several times on the road. I was afraid that something might happen again, so I simply interrupted his legs and gave him some medicine. "

Meng Zezhi was not sympathetic to this, he only said: "I want to talk to him."

"Then be careful."

As he said, the captain winked at the crew around him, and the other nodded, turned around and out of the cabin, and when he came back, there was a bucket of seawater in his hand. He splashed the bucket of sea water on Jiang Qiyang's face, and then retreated with the captain.

"Ahem."

With the sound of the iron door closing, Jiang Qiyang woke up leisurely, followed by an overwhelming dull pain.

"Damn—"

Then there came an unfamiliar voice: "Jiang Qiyang, how does it feel to be folded in a woman's hands?"

Jiang Qiyang suddenly raised his head and saw the person coming, and a ray of hatred burst into his eyes: "Meng Zezhi-you really hurt me behind your back."

Meng Ze knows but smiles silently.

Jiang Qiyang's face was blue and white, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Just for Yan Shijun's matter, you caused my investment of tens of millions of dollars in the past to be wiped out. Do you want to kill me now?"

"It's all time, Jiang Qiyang, do you still want to quibble?" Meng Zezhi said calmly: "Then I ask you, who instigated Chen Yinglong to poison me back then, and whose handwriting was that bottle of psychotoxin?"

Jiang Qiyang's pupils tightened: "How did you know?"

"If you want people to know it, you can't do it yourself." Meng Zezhi said coldly.

Jiang Qiyang clearly heard the killing intent in Meng Zezhi’s tone. A flash of panic flashed on his face, and he immediately begged for mercy: "Meng Zezhi, Professor Meng, I know it’s wrong. There is a lot of money, as long as you let me go, I will give you one billion dollars, no, two billion dollars."

Meng Ze knew he was unmoved.

Jiang Qiyang's tone was messy: "You don't want money? I can give you whatever you want, whatever you want—"

Meng Zezhi was condescending: "I want your life."

Jiang Qiyang was flustered, he shouted hysterically in his heart: "System, save me, save me out—"

The system did not hesitate to pour cold water on him: "The host's current prestige balance, 12,000 points, is not enough to pay for the 1 million prestige points needed to complete the task."

Jiang Qiyang's face was white, yes, he forgot, if he could escape, he would have escaped long ago.

He instantly calmed down, and his anger burst out like a volcanic eruption. Since he couldn't escape, he had to pull a few backs before he died.

Thinking of this, a touch of madness rose in his eyes, and he immediately said: "System, help me exchange a grenade."

"Receive the instruction, exchange for a grenade, deduct 10,000 reputation points."

As soon as the voice fell, a dark grenade appeared in Jiang Qiyang's hands.

Jiang Qiyang suddenly raised his head to look at Meng Zezhi, with a frantic look: "Since I can't live, then you don't want to live it well—"

With that said, he stretched out his hand to pull the handle of the grenade.

But at this moment, Meng Zezhi burst out a bright light from his body, and followed the thunder into Jiang Qiyang's body.

"What?" Jiang Qiyang exclaimed, and subconsciously threw the grenade out.

When he reacted, the pain was like a flood, wave after wave hit his mind.

"Ah—" He couldn't help rolling on the ground, screaming endlessly.

After half a minute, the light returned to Meng Zezhi.

Afterwards, the cold voice of the system sounded in his mind: "The recovery of the celebrity development system is complete, and Jiang Qiyang's memory has been erased."

Hearing this, Meng Zezhi completely relieved his heart. He glanced at Jiang Qiyang who had passed out on the ground for the last time, picked up the grenade, opened the cabin door and walked out.

"Professor Meng?" The captain greeted him.

"I heard that Jiang Qiyang is still carrying the lawsuit?" Meng Zezhi asked.

"Yes," the captain replied.

The charges include drug trafficking and tax evasion, but the Novartis Group has planted it.

Meng Zezhi said: "Then please trouble your company to send him to prison!"

"Ok."