Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

Perhaps it was because of taking the medicine. As soon as he finished scrolling through Weibo, he felt drowsy. He ate some bread randomly, and Meng Zezhi fell into a deep sleep when he returned to the room.

When I woke up again, it was already the next morning.

After washing his face in a daze, reluctantly, Dean Fu's... except Zhu Zhengqing's.

After finding out the mobile phone number and dialing it, the voice also shows that the phone is turned off.

Meng Zezhi faintly felt that something was not quite right.

He first called Professor Wan.

Professor Wan cut to the chase: "Do you still have the pamphlets? I'll get you a few more."

What he was talking about was the monograph of Meng Zezhi's paper proving Goldbach's conjecture published in "Annual Journal of Mathematics".

The "Annual of Mathematics" gave Meng Zezhi [-] separate volumes in total, and Meng Zezhi remembered that he gave Professor Wan five volumes as a birthday gift.

He asked, "What's wrong?"

Professor Wan said vaguely, "It's not that your Uncle Xia and the others came to visit me in the nursing home yesterday afternoon. I couldn't hold back for a while, so I took out the few pamphlets you gave me..."

It is said to be taken out to have a look, but in fact it is taken out to show off.

Meng Zezhi knew exactly what the old man was thinking.

"In the end, guess what," Professor Wan said angrily, "They're all in their seventies and eighties. How about showing some face, but they took something and ran away, and they couldn't even come back after chasing them."

He also wanted to keep one or two copies when he died and cremated them together and took them into the urn, but it turned out that these guys were lucky and didn't leave a copy for him.

Even so, it's not hard to hear the pride in Professor Wan's tone.

"Okay." Meng Zezhi smiled even more: "I'll send you a few more copies when I'm free someday."

"Five more." Professor Wan urged, "You have to remember."

"Eh!"

After hanging up the phone, Meng Zezhi immediately called Dean Fu again.

"I'm sorry, Dean Fu. I didn't feel well yesterday, so I went to bed early. What can you do for me?"

"Not feeling well? Are you feeling better now?"

"It's much better, please trouble Dean Fu to care."

"That's good," Dean Fu said before he got down to business: "I am in a hurry to find Professor Meng, mainly for two things. One is about the report meeting, which we have agreed on a long time ago. I still need to ask for your opinion on some of the arrangements. The second thing..."

Dean Fu did not hide his excitement in his tone: "People's Daily, News University, and Beijing Daily are planning to do a joint interview with you. What does Professor Meng think?"

What should come will always come.

Meng Zezhi nodded: "This is a good thing, but you also know, Dean Fu, that my health has not been very good recently, and now I am busy preparing materials for the report meeting. Speeches and PPTs. Interviews and the like, if not necessary, can be avoided."

Thinking of Meng Zezhi's recent weight loss, Dean Fu suppressed the disappointment in his heart. He also counted on Meng Zezhi's shareholder style to make the Department of Mathematics of Peking University more famous in China!

He said: "The body is the most important thing, the body is the most important thing, don't worry, I know it well."

He added: "It's hard to talk about it on the phone, Professor Meng, are you free now?"

"Yes." Meng Zezhi said, "How about I go to the office to find you?"

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Zezhi drove to Capital University.

He was not in a hurry to find Dean Fu, but went to the laboratory first.

After some courtesy with Xu Yehua and others, Meng Zezhi asked, "By the way, where did Professor Zhu go?"

"You said Professor Zhu?" Xu Yehua said, "He asked for leave, saying that the elders in the family were sick."

"Then do you know where his home is?"

"I haven't heard him say that."

"That's it." Meng Zezhi frowned slightly.

Knowing Zhu Zhengqing's whereabouts is a good thing, but thinking about it again, it doesn't make sense for Zhu Zhengqing not to tell him about such a big matter!

And his phone is still off...

Just thinking about it wildly, when the dean's office arrived, he knocked on the door and entered.

"Dean Fu."

"Professor Meng is here." Dean Fu was flushed and poured him a cup of tea himself.

Meng Zezhi took it with both hands, and then cut straight to the point: "About the report meeting?"

When it comes to business, Dean Fu immediately became serious: "It's like this, the academic committee and the student union will make proper arrangements for the specific matters of the report meeting. I invite Professor Meng to come here now. First, discuss the specific schedule of the report meeting. , and the second is to determine the invitation list."

Meng Zezhi nodded: "As far as the time is concerned, let's set it on next Saturday. It will be held in two days. On the first and second morning, I will give lectures on Goldbach's conjecture, and in the afternoon there will be a questioning session. Is that okay?"

"of course can."

With that said, Dean Fu handed Meng Zezhi a document: "This is the list of participants drawn up by the academic committee, please take a look."

Meng Zezhi took it and flipped through it casually, all of them were well-known scholars at home and abroad, and the number of them was no less than two hundred by visual estimation.

"no problem."

"That's fine." After speaking, Dean Fu brought up a thick stack of invitation letters from under the table, and said with a smile: "Finally, I have to trouble Professor Meng to sign your name on these invitation letters."

Looking at these exquisitely styled invitation letters, Meng Zezhi's forehead twitched.

Half an hour after he came out of the dean's office, Meng Zezhi couldn't help but think about Zhu Zhengqing again while rubbing his sore wrist. At this moment, his cell phone rang.

"Hey, where have you been?"

"Hi, how are you doing?"

The two voices sounded almost at the same time, and disappeared at the same time, leaving only two breathing sounds, one clear and one shallow.

"Yeah." Meng Zezhi chuckled, his voice was low, magnetic, and gentle: "I'm fine, how about you?"

Zhu Zhengqing stretched out his hands and rubbed his ears, his eyes flickered slightly.

Such a nice voice, if you are doing that...

He breathed slowly, but didn't show it on his face, he said: "My grandpa knows about me and you."

"Huh?" Meng Zezhi faltered.

He knew more or less about Zhu Zhengqing's family background.

Zhu Zhengqing's parents died young, and there is only one grandfather in the family.His grandfather has a lot of background. Before retiring, he was the chairman and secretary of the party group of the Shipbuilding Industry Group Co., Ltd., a researcher-level senior engineer, and enjoyed the "Special Government Allowance of the State Council". After retirement, he enjoyed ministerial-level treatment.

Shipbuilding Industry Corporation is one of the top ten military industrial groups in China.

Otherwise, how dare you say that Zhu Zhengqing is a descendant of a famous family.

"How did he say?"

Zhu Zhengqing looked up at the old man who was hugging the big orange cat and basking in the sun outside the window, and said, "He pretended to be sick and tricked me back, and he said he was going to break my legs."

Hearing this, Meng Zezhi loosened his tie: "And then?"

"He is reluctant." Zhu Zhengqing said with a light smile.

Meng Zezhi couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, he said, "Do you need me to see the old man now?"

Zhu Zhengqing sighed lightly: "Don't, he's getting angry right now!"

He hummed, "He thinks you're too old."

More than that!

Meng Zezhi knew it well, the corners of his lips could not stop rising, and he said slowly, "What about you?"

Zhu Zhengqing was slightly drunk: "I don't dislike it."

It is said that men are like pure wine, which becomes more fragrant with time. This sentence can only be applied to Meng Zezhi.

"En." Meng Zezhi snorted softly, very satisfied with Zhu Zhengqing's attitude: "When are you coming back?"

Zhu Zhengqing said helplessly: "In a few days, I want to spend more time with Grandpa at home."

"Okay." Meng Zezhi nodded.

The author has something to say: Meng Zezhi: Can 70-year-old wine not be fragrant?