Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

But it's not that he can't understand Zhou Jia's mood. After all, his predecessor's "existing convictions" are there, and anyone with a little brain will not jump into his pit again.

Meng Zezhi shrugged his shoulders slightly, and began to read 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 "Hua Guo University Mathematics"?"

Different journals have different formatting requirements.

Among the [-] core mathematics journals in China, the influence of "Huaguo University Mathematics" can only be ranked at the bottom.

Master students generally do not have a high level of research and cannot produce any creative results.The papers written are generally introductory or review in nature, basically unable to enter the discussion of academic frontier issues in the academic circle, and many papers are repetitive studies, and there are many people who have published other people's research results after secondary processing.

Therefore, general schools do not make it too difficult for students. For example, Beijing University, for the graduation requirements of graduate students, professional degree master students only need to publish one article in a national journal or two articles in a provincial journal. There is no mandatory requirement for professional degree master students.

"Yeah." Zhou Jia felt more and more uneasy.

She devoted herself to research for two years before she came up with such a thesis. Most of her roommates didn't think highly of her, and she didn't have much experience, so she didn't dare to set her goal too high.

Meng Zezhi turned a page: "Your paper has a lot of good content. It's a pity to select for "Hua Guo University Mathematics"!"

Zhou Jia's eyes lit up, and surprise flooded his heart like a flood.

However, Meng Ze knew that he had only spoken half of what he had said, so he stopped talking.

Hearing the rustling sound of the pen tip passing across the paper, Zhou Jia's heart just stopped in her throat, unable to move up or down.

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Zezhi stopped writing and closed the cap of the pen.Then he handed the paper back to Zhou Jia and said, "I suggest that you submit this paper to "Applied Mathematics" and revise it according to what I wrote on it. There is a [-]% chance that the manuscript will be approved. Of course, if you are really worried If you want, you can also vote for the "Quarterly Journal of Mathematics."

"Applied Mathematics" and "Quarterly Journal of Mathematics" are even higher than the "Huaguo Journal of Mathematics" submitted by their predecessors.

Meng Zezhi paused and said, "With this thesis, you will definitely have a share in this year's National Scholarship."

You must know that the tuition fee for each major in the Department of Mathematics at Capital University is only 2 yuan a year, and a national scholarship is [-] yuan.

The reason why I said this extra sentence is just to tell Zhou Jia that he has no intention of encroaching on her research results, so as to teach her to revise the paper with peace of mind.

No way, who made these students of his now not trust him.

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

"Ah."

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

Zhou Jia nodded, and left the office with the paper in her arms.

"Hello, Professor Meng?" A majestic middle-aged male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Dean Fu."

"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, 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."

"Dean Fu."

Meng Zezhi opened the door and went in.

"Here we come." Dean Fu raised his head and pointed to the chair opposite him: "Sit down."

He wasn't in the mood to talk about things with Meng Zezhi. He looked at Meng Zezhi and cut straight to the point: "I've heard everything about your family."

Meng Zezhi's breathing slowed slightly.

It's true that good things don't go out, and evil things travel thousands of miles.

This should be Chen Yinglong's handwriting again!

"As an outsider, I am indeed not qualified to interfere in your family affairs. But you have to know, once this matter gets out, it will have a bad impact on Capital University." Dean Fu patted the table heavily, with a serious look on his face. Serious, with a taste of hating iron but not steel.

Meng Zezhi didn't speak.

In the eyes of Dean Fu, no matter how you look at it, it looks like you don't want to get in.

Dean Fu got angry for a while, and his heart also cooled down. He said: "You haven't made any decent results in the past two years, and the students and teachers also have great opinions on you. I won't give you a place to recruit students, and as for other jobs, I'll let you go as well..."

As a university professor and doctoral supervisor, but he didn't even have the qualifications to recruit students. If this spread, he didn't know how he would be laughed at by his peers.

It can be seen that the school is really planning to give up on him, otherwise it wouldn't hit him in the face like this.

Chen Yinglong is really good at calculating, he just destroyed his foundation little by little.Without the protection of Capital University, it is no wonder that when the academic fraud scandal broke out, the predecessor did not even have a chance to struggle.

If the previous body was here, I'm afraid it would have exploded a long time ago, but who made Meng Zezhi sit here now? The reduced work burden means that he has more time to delve into Goldbach's conjecture and AIDS. special medicine.

That's right, it's a cure for AIDS.

This is what Meng Zezhi had thought about long ago.

He remembered that AIDS, which made countless people turn pale, was officially classified as a curable disease when he was 40 years old. It was an old professor of 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 was fortunate enough to read a photocopy of the manuscript.

Meng Zezhi still had a vague impression of the general steps. Since he was standing on the shoulders of giants, Meng Zezhi reckoned that he was at least [-]% sure of copying the potion, but it would take time.

This is where Meng Zezhi's confidence lies in not rushing.

He said, "Got it."

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

For this reason, he was already prepared to deal with it, but Meng Zezhi just said "I know" so lightly, so it's fine?

After being surprised, Dean Fu couldn't help shaking his head in his heart.

In his view, this is a sign that Meng Zezhi has been abolished.

Dean Fu was not in a good mood, but he had already persuaded what should be persuaded, and Meng Zezhi had not seen Meng Zezhi change his ways. Now that such a bad thing happened again, it felt strange to think about it.

He simply waved his hand, out of sight and out of sight: "Okay, I've said everything I need to say, you go back."

"Ah."