Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

At this moment, Xu Yehua opened the door and walked in: "Professor Zhu?"

Only then did Zhu Zhengqing think about the business: "By the way, in order to celebrate winning the lawsuit, people in our project team decided to go out to have a dinner together at night and go to Nanmen Street to eat seafood buffet. Professor Meng, you have helped us so much , we just want to invite you to go with us to express our thanks."

Meng Zezhi subconsciously refused: "You guys are being polite, it's just a little effort..."

Xu Yehua quickly said: "For Professor Meng, it may be just a little effort, but for us, it is no less than saving our entire project team. Professor Meng just takes it as a way to relax. Anyway, staying in the laboratory all day is boring. ,What do you think?"

Having said all this, Meng Zezhi glanced at Zhu Zhengqing and nodded, "Then, it's better to be respectful than obey orders."

Zhu Zhengqing's mood couldn't help jumping for two points, he said: "In this case, let's start now, it will be the rush hour after get off work, and it is easy to get stuck in traffic."

"Okay." Meng Zezhi replied, "Then I'll clean up the laboratory first."

"Ah."

After tidying up the experimental instruments and medicines, locking the door of the laboratory, a group of three went directly to the elevator, with Xu Yehua on the left, Meng Zezhi on the right, and Zhu Zhengqing in the middle.

On the fourth floor, the elevator door opened, facing a group of decorators holding tools, who smiled politely and squeezed in. Zhu Zhengqing retreated with the crowd.

Just as the elevator door was closing, the person in front accidentally dropped his mobile phone on the ground, and that person subconsciously bent down to pick it up. Probably because of his round body, he bumped into Zhu Zhengqing's ass unpreparedly. on the thigh.

Zhu Zhengqing lost his footing and fell backwards, hitting a wall of flesh.

"Sorry, sorry..." The man picked up the phone, reacted, and apologized repeatedly.

"It's okay." Zhu Zhengqing slowed down, steadied his body, turned around, and faced a familiar face.

Vaguely, he smelled a familiar smell of medicine.

Meng Zezhi's voice came next to his ear: "Are you all right?"

Without thinking about other things, Zhu Zhengqing's mood became more and more complicated. He opened his mouth and choked out two words: "It's okay."

Then he turned back slowly.

Meng Zezhi lowered his eyes, rubbed his fingers, and thought casually, this waist is really thin.

All the way in silence, when they arrived at the place, the big guys had already arrived.

Since it’s a celebration banquet, the location is definitely not too bad. This seafood buffet is considered a relatively high-end restaurant. There are [-] people in group purchases. There are crabs, geoducks, golden shellfish, and Argentinian red shrimps. Sashimi is also on site. Made it, and it looks pretty good.

The group directly asked for a private room. Considering that they were taking medicine, Meng Zezhi didn't touch any raw or cold food. They only ordered some crab legs and charcoal-grilled oysters, and some apple juice for drinks.

As for the others, they all drank white wine.

"Come, come, let's have a toast to the professor first. Professor Zhu has been staying abroad, so I'm afraid he hasn't had a lot of baijiu."

Zhu Zhengqing's eyes dimmed, as if he had made up his mind, he picked up the glass wine glass the size of Dongzao without hesitation, raised his head and drank it down in one gulp, the acrid smell of wine rushed up his throat, irritating his eyes. Bring a little moisture.

"Okay." After being suppressed for several months, it was a rare time to be lively, and everyone booed: "One more drink."

After drinking five or six glasses of wine in a row, Zhu Zhengqing's face flushed slightly, and he was drunk.

Meng Zezhi saw it and wanted to dissuade him, but he couldn't say anything.

He doesn't have that position.

After a round of drinking, the man with glasses picked up the bowl and took two mouthfuls of seafood porridge, barely suppressing his drunkenness, then stood up from his seat, picked up the wine glass, and walked towards Meng Zezhi: "Professor Meng—"

Meng Zezhi immediately stood up.

"Professor Meng, I'm really sorry. I misunderstood you in the laboratory before. Please don't take it to heart when you offended me."

He was talking about accusing Meng Zezhi of stealing their research results in front of the big guys when he was in the laboratory.

Meng Zezhi didn't feel angry. Longyou was beaten by shrimps in the shallow water, and the hairy phoenix was not as good as chickens.

It's just human nature.

What's more, he still has to stay in the laboratory. With so many people watching now, and the man with glasses gave him the steps, he dare not be unreasonable.

Therefore, he could only say politely: "It's all over, but luckily everything has been satisfactorily resolved, isn't it?"

"I'm ashamed to say it..." The man with glasses apologized, "In this way, if I punish him with three glasses of wine, it will be regarded as an apology to Professor Meng."

As he spoke, he raised his wine glass to his mouth and drank it down in one gulp.

After three glasses of wine, the man with glasses gasped heavily, and said, "I would like to respect Professor Meng. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be able to sit here and hold a celebration banquet happily."

"We also respect Professor Meng." Hearing this, everyone agreed.

"Everyone, please be polite." Meng Zezhi picked up the apple juice on the table and said, "It's just that I'm not in good health recently, and the doctor told me not to drink..."

"Professor Meng can do as he pleases." Everyone didn't mind.

After drinking another glass of wine, the man with glasses continued to wander among the crowd. Meng Zezhi only focused on getting rid of the things in his bowl, which seemed a bit out of place compared to the lively atmosphere around him.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Zhengqing couldn't help but drank two more glasses.

After eating and drinking enough, it was already past nine o'clock when I came out of the restaurant.

Xu Yehua and others took out their mobile phones one after another, or asked for a driver, or asked their family members to pick them up.

Meng Zezhi reached out from the glasses man's hand and helped Zhu Zhengqing, who was in a daze, over to him, and the other party threw himself into his arms with soft steps.

Holding him in his arms, Meng Zezhi raised his head and said to Xu Yehua and the others, "Go first, I will send Professor Zhu back later."

Xu Yehua and the others did not suspect him, and said, "Then trouble Professor Meng."

When the crowd dispersed, Meng Zezhi helped the person to the bench by the fountain, and asked a passer-by to buy a bottle of water for him.

"Drink water." He unscrewed the bottle cap and passed the water to Zhu Zhengqing's mouth.

Zhu Zhengqing opened his sleepy eyes, opened his mouth and took a few sips before giving up.

Meng Zezhi could only put down the water, rubbed his temples for him, and said, "Why drink so much if you can't drink?"

Zhu Zhengqing curled her lips, and said in a low voice, "I'm cowardly, if I'm not drunk, how can I have a showdown with you."

Meng Zezhi froze for a moment, and then Zhu Zhengqing grabbed his tie. He stared at his watery eyes and said in a vicious voice, "Tell me, why don't you like me?"

Meng Zezhi's heart beat quickened by his stare, and he said softly, "You are fine, but..."

Zhu Zhengqing's eyes were red, and she aimed at Meng Zezhi's lips and was about to print it.

Meng Zezhi raised his head reflexively. Although the saliva of an AIDS patient will not spread AIDS if the mucous membrane inside the mouth of the two patients is intact, there is a contingency in everything, and it is better to be careful.

Then Zhu Zhengqing bit Meng Zezhi's Adam's apple: "I don't want good people to get stuck!"

Meng Zezhi sighed: "I also have difficulties."

What he was most afraid of was that Zhu Zhengqing would avoid him after knowing that he had AIDS. He originally planned to wait for him to recover before considering whether to be with Zhu Zhengqing.

Now it seems, alas!

"Do you have any difficulties, or do you still think about your ex-wife?" Zhu Zhengqing felt more and more wronged. Why, a divorced old man, why don't you like him.

"No." Meng Zezhi took a deep breath, and finally decided to confess: "You forgot, I told you that I was sick."

Zhu Zhengqing let go of his mouth and looked up at him.

Meng Zezhi was beating a drum in his heart, he knew that he was playing with fire, and if he didn't do anything wrong, he would burn himself to pieces.

But under Zhu Zhengqing's gaze, he reached out and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his jacket, revealing a small rash on his chest.

"Do you know what this is?"

Zhu Zhengqing blinked and said hesitantly, "Isn't it just herpes?"

In the light of the calcium carbide fire, he recalled the familiar smell he had smelled from Meng Zezhi in the elevator before. It was ritonavir, which was used to treat AIDS.

He said in disbelief, "You got AIDS?"

"Yeah." Meng Zezhi looked at him closely, his throat was dry: "Now, do you still want to be with me?"

Zhu Zhengqing was stunned for a moment, half happy and half sad in his heart.

Happily, from Meng Zezhi's reaction, it can be seen that the other party does not have feelings for him, which is enough to make him cheer, but at this time, Meng Zezhi has an incurable disease.

Could it be that his first love was about to die before it even started?

Zhu Zhengqing was on the verge of falling, but fortunately Meng Zezhi helped him in time.

No, he is not reconciled.

Isn't it AIDS?

He gritted his teeth: "What's wrong with AIDS? It's not illegal to have AIDS. Besides, as long as the treatment is done properly, AIDS patients can still live to be 80 or [-] years old. Don't worry, I have money, so we can treat it gradually."

Otherwise, what else could be done, the more Zhu Zhengqing thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

It's a pity that the old man's arm is full of fine hair!

Hearing this, Meng Zezhi's heart beat like thunder after he was in a trance. He knew that he was completely defeated.

Germany, Rhine-Ruhr.

After dismissing the noisy old friends, Fortins asked his wife Mary to help him pour a cup of coffee, and he returned to the computer.

Fortins, who just turned 64 years old this year, is the dean of the Department of Mathematical Sciences at the University of Wuppertal. He is mainly engaged in the research of number theory. His greatest achievement is to use the method of algebraic geometry to prove the Model conjecture in number theory. For this reason, he won the Fields Medal in 1986.

Fortins originally wanted to send out the thesis he had just completed two days ago, but he didn't want the system to remind him that he had received a new email as soon as he opened the mailbox.

The email is from the Annals of Mathematics.

He remembered that the day before yesterday, James, the editor-in-chief of "Annual of Mathematics", called him and said that he was asked to help review a paper. He was in a hurry at the time, so he agreed without asking.

Almost forgot about it.

He clicked on the email, downloaded the attachment, opened it, and then froze.

"Four Ways to Prove Goldbach's Conjecture"?

He narrowed his eyes and continued to look down.

Mary came out with a cup of coffee and placed it on Fortins' right hand. She said excitedly, "Fortins, Mrs. John just called and invited us to go skiing in the Alps..."

"I'm afraid I don't have time." Fortins interrupted Mary unconsciously.

"Aren't you on vacation tomorrow?" Mary asked.

"Someone solved the Goldbach conjecture." Fortins tried not to let his voice tremble too much.

"Goldbach's conjecture?" Mary looked surprised. Although she is not engaged in academic research, she still knows more or less about her husband's work.

"What method did he use to prove it, the circle method? The sieve method? Algebraic geometry?"

Fortins shook his head.

Mary was even more surprised: "Did he create a new method?"

Fortins shook his head again, never taking his eyes off the computer screen.

Mary was a little dissatisfied with Fortins playing tricks.

Fortins took a deep breath and said in an unbelievable tone: "No, I mean, he used four methods."

The author has something to say: Zhu Zhengqing: My focus has never been missed.