The richest man in the world: starting from receiving 70 billion red envelopes

Chapter 250 Promise, review!
Listening to the general manager's words, Shen Liang was in a daze for a while.

Do you promote yourself well?
Last month, I was criticized by my supervisor for not being able to promote data.

Playing basketball can also show organizational and coordination skills?
Even if there is... then it has nothing to do with me, right?

In that basketball game, I only played as a substitute for a few minutes on the court, and didn't score a single point.

That's... not a bad result?

Seeing that Shen Liang didn't reply, the general manager couldn't help but said again: "Of course, if you don't like the job of game director, you can choose other jobs."

At this time, Shen Liang finally came back to his senses, and hurriedly said: "I like it, I like the job of the game director!"

To know……

The game department is the most profitable department of the Penguin Group, bar none!

At the same time, it was also the department Shen Liang wanted to enter the most.

Now... not only can I go to the game department, but I can also directly become a supervisor!
If he refuses all of these, Shen Liang feels that he will have to take the medicine of regret in the future.

"That's really great. Tomorrow, you can directly report to the game department." The general manager said.

Shen Liang nodded happily, but silently thanked Lin Fan in his heart.

He understood that all of this...was all due to Lin Fan.

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On the other hand, it took Hu Tian two days to finally make the proof process of the hail conjecture written by Lin Fan into a thesis.

Then, in the name of Lin Fan, it was sent to the "Annual of Mathematics", one of the four top journals in mathematics.

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At this time, it was early morning in the United States.

Feld, the editor of "Annual Mathematics", tossed and turned in bed, couldn't fall asleep at all, and kept complaining: "In the future, if someone invites me to drink coffee at night, I will definitely say FUCK to that person!"

Feld tried another half day to sleep, but was unsuccessful.

In desperation, he finally got up and sighed: "What should I do now? Play games for a while? Let's forget it. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep all night because of my excitement."

"Watch a movie for a while? It should be a good thing if you are with a beautiful woman."

After thinking for a moment, Feld said: "Maybe I should check the mailbox... maybe there will be some boring manuscripts. That thing is a good thing for hypnosis."

While speaking, he had already walked to the desk and turned on the computer.

He still murmured: "I get up in the middle of the night to work... Is there anyone in this world who loves work more than me? Editor-in-Chief Ryan should really give me more bonuses."

"Ding dong!"

As soon as Feld logged into his mailbox, an email appeared in the lower right corner of the screen.

"The process of proving the Hailstorm conjecture? Someone sent this kind of manuscript, I can almost imagine the boring content in it... But, this is exactly what I want!"

While Feld was speaking, he opened the email.

At first, he just glanced casually.

But, gradually, he began to frown...

Feld's role as the editor of the "Annual of Mathematics" does not mean that he knows nothing about mathematics.

On the contrary, his mathematical ability and vision are better than those of ordinary mathematics professors, but not inferior.

Feld murmured: "This manuscript doesn't seem so boring...and, it seems to have some truth..."

Then, he slowly set his gaze on the author's name in the lower right corner.

"Huaxia Jiangbei University, Lin Fan?"

Seeing this... Feld seemed to think of something, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Lin Fan? The Lin Fan who solved the Zhou's conjecture and the twin prime number conjecture?"

Nowadays, ordinary foreigners, perhaps, don't know Lin Fan yet.

However, Lin Fan's name can be said to be well-known in the mathematics world.

Feld said: "If it's him... this shouldn't be a manuscript that I can review. Let it be passed to the editor-in-chief Ryan. In this way, he can see at a glance what I am still working hard in the middle of the night."

Having said that, Feld forwarded the email directly.

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The next day, early in the morning.

Editor-in-Chief Ryan has a habit of spending an hour every morning looking through all emails.

After a while, he noticed the email forwarded by Feld.

When Ryan saw the title of the email, he frowned and said: "Felder, why are you throwing all the manuscripts at me! It was transferred in the middle of the night. Did he have a high fever in the middle of the night?"

In his view, as an editor of a top mathematics journal, one should have the most basic judgment.

It is one of the most basic judgments to throw papers that solve the hail conjecture, Riemann conjecture, Goldbach conjecture, etc. into the trash without hesitation.

Ryan did not read the content of the paper, but habitually glanced at the author's name.

The next moment, like Feld, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Lin Fan?!"

After that, Ryan's expression was serious, and he carefully read the paper with extremely focused eyes.

After a long time, he rubbed his sore brows and said, "It's an incredible calculation, but whether the calculation is correct or not will have to be reviewed by a professor at the top level."

Ryan murmured: "Professor Jeffrey from Princeton is an expert in abstract algebra. Let him review it."

Then, after concealing the author's name of the paper, he forwarded it to Professor Edwin.

Then, Ryan sent a message to Feld: I see all your efforts, this month... your bonus will be doubled.

Feld: Thank you, editor-in-chief Lane!

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Preston, Institute for Advanced Study in Mathematics.

After a young man finished the work at hand, he glanced at Professor Jeffrey, who was almost buried in a sea of ​​books, and asked: "Professor, you seem to have a lot of work to deal with? I need to bring you a copy. Sandwich?”

Jeffrey raised his head slowly and said with a smile: "The work can never be finished, but the meal must be eaten. Let me go and eat with you."

"Ding dong!"

At this time, an email popped up from the computer in front of Jeffrey.

He clicked the mouse conveniently.

In the next moment, Jeffrey's whole body seemed to have been casted by a freeze spell, and his whole body remained motionless for an instant, with only one pair of eyes staring straight at the screen, the series of complicated calculations.

The young man couldn't help calling softly: "Professor? Professor?"

Only then did Jeffrey react and said: "Oh, oh... you'd better bring me a sandwich, I still have work to deal with."

The young man complained in his heart: Didn't you just say that work can never be finished, but food must be eaten?How did it change in the blink of an eye now?
Of course, he only dared to complain in his heart.

And Jeffrey didn't answer what he meant at all, and kept staring at the screen, his face was full of excitement.

PS: Welcome to my finished book "Super Red Envelope Gods".

(End of this chapter)