Chapter 250: Promise, Review!

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Shen Liang was stunned for a while listening to the general manager's words.

Is it good to promote yourself?

Last month, I was criticized by my supervisor for failing to promote data.

Can play basketball also show organization and coordination skills?

Even if it really does...it doesn't have anything to do with me, right?

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

Is this... a good result?

Seeing that Shen Liang didn't reply, the general manager couldn't help but say 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, "Yes, I like the job of a game director!"

To know……

The game department is the most profitable department of the Penguin Group, no one!

At the same time, it is also the department that Shen Liang most wants to enter.

Now... not only can I go to the game department, but I can directly become a supervisor!

If all of these are rejected, Shen Liang feels that he has to take the regret medicine as food in the future.

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

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

He understood that all of this... was all because of Lin Fan.

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

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

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

Feld, editor of Annals of Mathematics,

Lying on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep at all, he kept complaining: "In the future, if someone invites me to drink coffee at night, I will definitely say FUCK to that person!"

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

In desperation, he finally got up and sighed: "What should I do now? Play games for a while? Forget it, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep all night when I'm excited."

"Watching a movie for a while? If you're with a beautiful woman, it should be a good thing."

After thinking about it for a while, Feld said, "Maybe, I should check the mailbox... Maybe there will be some boring manuscripts, and that stuff is a good thing for hypnosis."

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

He also murmured: "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 hail conjecture? Someone has sent such a manuscript. I can almost imagine the boring content in it... However, this is exactly what I want!"

As Feld spoke, he opened the email.

At first, he just glanced at it casually.

But, gradually, he began to frown...

Feld's position as editor of the Annals of Mathematics does not mean that he knows nothing about mathematics.

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

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

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

"Huaxia Jiangbei University, Lin Fan?"

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

"Lin Fan? The one who answered Zhou's conjecture and the twin prime conjecture?"

Today, most foreigners, perhaps, don't know Lin Fan.

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

Feld said: "If it's him... This shouldn't be a manuscript that I can review. Let's pass it to the editor-in-chief Ryan, so that he can see at a glance what I'm still working hard on 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 reading all his emails.

After a while, he noticed the email that Feld had forwarded.

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

In his opinion, 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 such as the hail conjecture, the Riemann conjecture, and the Goldbach conjecture into the trash without hesitation.

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

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

"Lin Fan?!"

Afterwards, Ryan's expression turned solemn, and with extremely focused eyes, he carefully read the paper.

After a long time, he rubbed the slightly sour brows and said, "It's an incredible calculation, but whether the calculation is correct or not, it still needs to be checked by a great professor."

Ryan murmured: "Professor Jeffrey of Preston is an expert in abstract algebra, so let him review it."

Then, he covered up the author's name and forwarded it to Professor Edwin.

Then, Ryan sent Feld a message: Your hard work, I see it all, this month... your bonus will be doubled.

Feld: Thank you, Editor-in-Chief Ryan!

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Preston, Institute for Advanced Study in Mathematics.

After a young man finished his work, he glanced at Professor Jeffrey, who had almost buried himself in the sea of ​​books, and asked, "Professor, you seem to have a lot of work to do? I need to help you. Sandwich?"

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

"Ding dong!"

At this time, UU reading www. uukanshu.com An email popped up from the computer in front of Jeffrey.

He just clicked the mouse.

The next moment, Jeffrey's whole body was immobilized as if he had been immobilized, and his whole body was immobile for a moment, only one pair of eyes kept staring at the screen, the series of complex calculations.

The young man couldn't help but whisper, "Professor? Professor?"

Only then did Jeffrey react, and said, "Oh, oh... You better bring me a sandwich, I still have work to do."

Young people complained in their hearts: Didn’t you just say that work will never be finished, but that you must eat food? How has it changed 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 with excitement on his face.

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