Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

Chapter 21

Maybe it was because of the medicine. As soon as I finished browsing Weibo, my sleepiness came to my heart, and I ate some bread indiscriminately. Meng Zezhi fell asleep when he returned to the room.

It was already the next morning when I woke up again.

After washing her face in a daze, Dean Fu’s…only Zhu Zhengqing’s.

Find out the mobile phone number dialed in the past, the voice also shows the shutdown state.

Meng Zezhi faintly felt that something was wrong.

He first called Professor Wan.

Professor Wan is straight to the point: “Do you still have a single book at your place? Give me a few more copies.”

He was talking about the pamphlet of the paper proving Goldbach’s conjecture published by Meng Zezhi in the Annals of Mathematics.

The Annals of Mathematics sent a total of 30 pamphlets to Meng Zezhi. Meng Zezhi remembers that he gave Professor Wan five as a birthday gift.

He asked: “What’s the matter?”

Professor Wan said vaguely: “It’s not that your Uncle Xia and the others came to see 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…”

Said it was taken out to have a look, but it was actually taken out to show off.

Meng Zezhi knew the old man’s mind.

“As a result, guess what,” Professor Wan said angrily, “I’m all 70s and 80s, so I need to make a face, and I ran away after I took something, and I couldn’t chase him back.”

He also wanted to keep one or two copies after he died, cremated them and brought them into the urn, but in the end, these guys did well and none of them were left for him.

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

“Okay.” Meng Zezhi’s eyes smiled even more: “When I have time, I will give you some more books.”

“Five more.” Professor Wan exhorted: “You have to remember.”

“Eh!”

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

“Excuse me, Dean Fu, I didn’t feel well yesterday, so I went to bed early. What can you do with me?”

“Not feeling well? Are you better now?”

“It’s much better, Dean Fu cares about it.”

“That’s good,” Dean Fu started talking about business. “I was eager to find Professor Meng for two reasons. One is the report meeting. This is what we have already said, and it is specific. You need to be consulted on some of the arrangements of the company. The second thing…”

Dean Fu made no secret of the excitement in his tone: “The three newspapers “People’s Daily”, “News University” and “Jingcheng Daily” plan to give you a joint interview. What do you think of Professor Meng?”

The ones that should come will come.

Meng Zezhi nodded: “This is a good thing, but you also know Dean Fu. I haven’t been in good health these days, and now I am busy preparing for the report meeting. Speeches and PPTs. Interviews and other things, if not necessary, please avoid them.”

Thinking of Meng Zezhi’s recent loss of weight, Dean Fu suppressed the disappointment in his heart. He also hoped that through Meng Zezhi’s shareholder style, the reputation of the Department of Mathematics of Beijing University in China would be raised to a higher level!

He said: “The body is important, the body is important, you can rest assured, I know it in my heart.”

He said again: “This matter is not easy to tell on the phone, Professor Meng, are you free now?”

“Yes.” Meng Zezhi said, “How about I go to the office to see you?”

“it is good.”

Hanging up, Meng Zezhi drove to Beijing University.

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

After making some courtesy with Xu Yehua and others, Meng Zezhi asked, “Right, where did Professor Zhu go?”

“You said Professor Zhu?” Xu Yehua said, “He asked for leave, saying that the elder in the family was sick.”

“Then do you know where his house is?”

“I haven’t heard him say it.”

“That’s it.” Meng Zezhi frowned slightly.

Knowing Zhu Zhengqing’s whereabouts is a good thing, but then I think about such a big thing, it makes no sense that Zhu Zhengqing wouldn’t tell him about it!

And his phone is still off…

With such crazy thoughts, the dean’s office arrived, and he knocked on the door and walked in.

“President Fu.”

“Professor Meng is here.” Chief Fu flushed his face and poured him a cup of tea himself.

Meng Zezhi took it with both hands, and then got to the point: “About the report meeting?”

Speaking of business affairs, Dean Fu became serious in an instant: “That’s right, the academic committee and the student union will make arrangements for the specific matters of the report meeting. Please come here, Professor Meng. First, discuss the specific time arrangement of the report meeting. , The second is to determine the list of invitations.”

Meng Zezhi nodded: “If the time is concerned, let’s set it on next Saturday. It will be held in two days. The first and second mornings will be my lecture on Goldbach’s conjecture. The afternoon is a questioning session. Is this 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. Look at it.”

Meng Zezhi took it and flipped it casually. There were no less than two hundred well-known scholars at home and abroad.

“no problem.”

“That’s OK.” As he said, Dean Fu took a thick pile 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 invitations.”

Looking at these exquisite invitations, Meng Zezhi’s veins trembled in his forehead.

Half an hour after leaving the dean’s office, Meng Zezhi couldn’t help but think of Zhu Zhengqing while rubbing his sore wrist. At this moment, his mobile phone rang.

“Hey, where have you been?”

“Hey, how are you doing?”

The two sounds sounded almost at the same time, and then 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 okay, how about you?”

Zhu Zhengqing stretched out her hand and rubbed her ears, her eyes flickering.

Such a nice voice, if you are doing that…

He breathed slowly, but his face didn’t show up. He said, “My grandpa knows about me and you.”

“Huh?” Meng Zezhi stagnated.

He knows a little bit 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 good background. Before he retired, he was the chairman and party secretary of the Shipbuilding Industry Corporation, a senior engineer at the researcher level, and he enjoyed the “Special Government Allowance of the State Council”. After he retired, he enjoyed ministerial treatment.

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

Otherwise, how dare to say that Zhu Zhengqing is a famous queen.

“How did he say?”

Zhu Zhengqing looked up at the old man holding the big orange cat outside the window and basking in the sun, and said: “He pretended to be sick and tricked me back, and he wanted to break my leg.”

Hearing this, Meng Zezhi loosened his tie: “What then?”

“He can’t bear it.” Zhu Zhengqing said with a chuckle.

Meng Ze couldn’t help but heaved a sigh of relief. He said, “Do you need me to see the old man now?”

Zhu Zhengqing sighed softly: “Don’t, he is getting angry now!”

He hummed: “He thinks you are old.”

More than that!

Meng Zezhi knew it well, the corners of his lips couldn’t stop rising, and he said slowly, “What about you?”

Zhu Zhengqing’s heart was slightly drunk: “I don’t dislike it.”

It is said that men are like pure brews, and the longer the time, the more fragrant they are. This sentence is suitable for Meng Zezhi.

“Yeah.” Meng Zezhi snorted, very satisfied with Zhu Zhengqing’s attitude: “When will you be back?”

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

“Good.” Meng Zezhi nodded.

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