Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

But it's not that Zhou Jia's feelings are not incomprehensible. After all, the predecessor's'experience' is there, and anyone with a bit of brain will not jump into his pit again.

Meng Zezhi shrugged slightly and looked at the paper seriously. While writing and drawing on the paper with a pen, he asked: "Looking at your format, do you want to vote for "Huaguo University Mathematics"?"

Different journals have different format requirements.

Among the nineteen core mathematics journals in China, the influence of "Hua Guo University Mathematics" can only be ranked in the bottom.

Generally speaking, the research level of master students is not high, and they can't produce any creative results. The papers written are generally general or summary, and basically cannot enter the academic circle on academic frontier issues. There are also many papers that are repetitive research, and there are many people who publish the results of others after secondary processing.

Therefore, ordinary schools will not embarrass students too much. For example, for the graduation requirements of master's degree students, professional degree master's students only need to publish an article in a national journal or two articles in a provincial journal. There are no hard and fast requirements for professional degree master students.

"Yeah." Zhou Jia's heart became more and more uneasy.

She immersed herself in researching for two years to come up with such a paper. Most of her roommates are not optimistic about her, and she has no experience, so she didn't dare to set the goal too high.

Meng Zezhi turned a page: "You have a lot of dry stuff for this paper. It's a pity to vote for "Hua Guo University Mathematics"!"

Zhou Jia's eyes lit up, and surprises flooded into her heart like a tide.

But Meng knew that he was only halfway through, so he didn't say anything.

Listening to the rustling sound of the pen tip from the ear on the paper, Zhou Jia's heart just stopped in her throat, not getting up.

Not knowing how long it took, Meng Zezhi stopped writing and closed his cap. Then he handed the paper back to Zhou Jia and said: "I suggest you submit this paper to Applied Mathematics, and correct it according to what I wrote on it, and you will pass it with 70% confidence. Of course, if you are really worried If you do, you can vote for the "Quarterly Journal of Mathematics"."

"Applied Mathematics" and "Quarterly Journal of Mathematics" are higher than the predecessor "Chinese Journal of Mathematics".

Meng Zezhi paused and said, "With this paper, you will definitely have your share in this year's national scholarship."

You must know that the tuition fee for each major at the postgraduate level of the Mathematics Department of Beijing University is only 10,000 yuan a year, and a national scholarship is 20,000 yuan.

The reason for saying this is that I just want to tell Zhou Jia that he didn't intend to encroach on her research results, so as to teach her to revise the paper with peace of mind.

No way, who would make his current students distrust him.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Zhou Jia's eyes flickered, and even her tone of voice became more sincere: "Okay, thank you Professor!"

"Ok."

While talking, the phone on the desk rang, and Meng Zezhi picked up the phone and waved to Zhou Jia to leave.

Zhou Jia nodded and left the office holding the paper.

"Hello, Professor Meng?" There was a majestic middle-aged male voice on the other end of the phone.

"President Fu."

"You come to my office, I have something to tell you."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Zezhi stood up, took the suit jacket on the chair and put it on, and went out to the fifth floor.

When he reached the door of the dean's office, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

"President Fu."

Meng Zezhi pushed the door in.

"Here." Dean Fu raised his head and pointed his finger at the chair opposite him: "Sit down."

He wasn't in the mood to talk to Meng Zezhi about the things he hadn't. He looked at Meng Zezhi and straightforwardly said, "I have heard about your house."

Meng Zezhi breathed slightly.

It's really good not to go out, but evil goes for thousands of miles.

This should be Chen Yinglong's handwriting again!

"As an outsider, I really don't have the right to interfere with your family affairs. But you have to know how badly it will affect Beijing University once this incident spreads." Dean Fu patted the table heavily with a look. Serious, with a scent of hating iron but not steel.

Meng Zezhi did not speak.

In the eyes of Dean Fu, no matter how he looked, he looked like he didn't get in.

Dean Fu became angry, and his heart became cold. He said: "You haven't made a decent result in the past two years. The students and teachers also have great opinions on you. The above means, this year. I won’t give you a quota for enrolling students. As for other jobs, I will let them go..."

As a university professor and doctoral supervisor, I don't even have the qualifications for enrollment. If this is spread out, I don't know how my peers will laugh at me.

It can be seen that the school really intends to abandon him, otherwise it would not slap him in the face like this.

Chen Yinglong is really a good calculation, and it just destroyed his foundation a little bit. Without the asylum of Beijing University, it is no wonder that the predecessor did not even have the opportunity to struggle when the academic fraud scandal broke out.

If this is the predecessor here, I am afraid it would have been annoyed long ago, but who made Meng Zezhi sit here now. The reduction in work burden means that he has more time to study Goldbach’s conjecture and AIDS. The specific medicine.

That's right, it is a special medicine for AIDS.

This is what Meng Zezhi had already thought about.

He remembered that AIDS, which caused countless people to talk about the discoloration of a tiger, was officially classified as a treatable disease when he was forty years old. It was an old professor of the Capital Medical College who overcame this difficulty.

After the patent expired, the descendants of the old professor donated his research manuscript to the National Museum, and Meng Zezhi had the honor to read a photocopy of this manuscript.

The approximate steps Meng Zezhi still has a vague impression. Since he is standing on the shoulders of giants, Meng Zezhi estimates that he is less than 60% sure to copy the medicine, but it takes a lot of time.

This is where Meng Zezhi's confidence lies.

He said, "I got it."

Seeing Meng Zezhi's disapproval, Dean Fu was surprised for a moment. He thought that Meng Zezhi would make a big fuss.

For this reason, he was already prepared to deal with it, but Meng Zezhi just said lightly and said, "I know".

After the surprise, Dean Fu couldn't help shook his head in his heart.

In his opinion, this is the performance of Meng Zezhi's abolition.

Dean Fu didn't feel like it in his heart, but he had persuaded him a long time ago, and he hadn't seen Meng Zezhi's change. At this moment, such a mess happened again, and I felt that he should think about it.

He waved his hand altogether, not seeing it for a while: "Okay, I have said everything that should be said, you can go back."

"Ok."