"My name is Zhang Fangxu, a native of Bien Province. I graduated from Geng Province University. I was recommended to Beijing Capital University for 12 years of master's and doctoral programs. I started with Professor Zhang Minghui. Professor Zhang Minghui is a highly respected old professor. Respect from the heart."
"But then Professor Zhang died in business, because Professor Meng Zezhi also studied number theory, so I turned to his name to study for a Ph.D. As the title, I am posting this video today to expose this Professor Meng Zezhi Meng. ugly face."
"At the beginning of 2014, I had a new understanding of Goldbach's conjecture, so I carried out in-depth research on it, and finally came up with research results two years later. Just because I am in this It took too much time for research, and Jingcheng University has a mandatory requirement for doctoral students to publish two papers in core Chinese journals, so I split this research into two papers…”
"These two papers, one is "New Thoughts on Goldbach's Conjecture" and the other is "Goldbach Conjecture for Groups".
In the video, Zhang Fangxu bent down and brought up a thick stack of manuscript paper from under the table, flipped it towards the camera, and said, "These are the manuscripts that I saved when I was doing research, maybe it's out of vanity, I usually don't have much. Talk to my classmates and roommates about my research, and I hope they will come forward and testify for me."
"After the paper was written, I went to Professor Meng, hoping that he could give some guiding opinions. After reading my paper, Professor Meng said that there was a problem with the conclusion. Let me go back first and wait for news."
"Generally speaking, it is difficult for doctoral students in our major to publish articles in domestic core journals alone, unless their supervisors sign the first author, or they can get two recommendation letters including their own supervisors. Which method, if Professor Meng doesn't let go, the chance of my paper being overwritten is very small."
Speaking of which, Zhang Fangxu seemed to be suppressing something, his eyes widened angrily, and blue veins appeared on his forehead: "I waited like this for nearly two months, and two months later, the paper was published in the Published in the "Hua Guo Mathematical Journal"."
Zhang Fangxu grabbed two "Hua Guo Mathematical Journals", spread them out under the camera, gritted his teeth and said, "You read that right, only Meng Zezhi's name is in the author column of these two papers."
"Afterwards, I went to Meng Zezhi for the theory, and he threatened me that if I dared to stab this matter out, he would have thousands of ways to prevent me from graduating."
With that said, Zhang Fangxu put down the two magazines in his hand and pulled out a bank statement instead. The date was exactly one year ago, and the words 'Meng Zezhi' were circled in red.
"Then, Meng Zezhi transferred 60,000 yuan to me."
Zhang Fangxu's eyes blushed: "At that time, my dad happened to be sick and was hospitalized with chronic renal failure. In the late stage, the family spent almost all of their savings on dialysis treatment for him..."
He clasped his hands tightly, choked and said, "He has my weakness, I can't fight him..."
Speaking of this, his tone changed, his face flushed red, from the neck to the back of his ears: "I keep the bank statement, just for today—"
"Someone will definitely ask why I have the courage to stand up today!" Zhang Fangxu took a deep breath: "Because I finally graduated."
"I was supposed to graduate in June, but without those two papers, I couldn't meet the hard graduation requirements of two Chinese core journal papers stipulated by Jingcheng University, so I was forced to postpone my graduation for half a year. "
"I'm graduating now, so I don't need to worry about Meng Zezhi threatening me with a degree certificate, so I must stand up today to expose Meng Zezhi's ugly face..."
"The world is getting worse." The taxi driver couldn't help but sighed.
Meng Zezhi heard it, retracted his gaze from the mobile phone screen, and looked up at him: "Why, brother also cares about these current affairs news?"
"I can't talk about caring," the taxi driver laughed. "That is, when I have free time, I like to browse Weibo posts or something. This matter has become a hot topic. It's hard to know."
Hearing this, Meng Zezhi opened Weibo and fixed his eyes.
There are nine recommended positions in the hot search, and the top three are all about him.
#Tutor steals student research results#
#Zhang Fangxu Meng Zezhi#
#Changjiang scholar Meng Zezhi, professor of Beijing University#
He randomly clicked into a hot search, swiped down, and reposted all the big V comments.
[Professor of Beijing University, this is so terrifying! 】
[The real version of a mouse poop broke a pot of porridge! 】
[This is the Yangtze River Scholar? 】
【I feel sorry for Zhang Fangxu! 】
[Strongly request Beijing University to give us an explanation! 】
[Corruption in academia is still so outrageous! 】
[Located in Seoul, South Korea, said that he just saw a report on this matter from the news, and he was really ashamed and thrown across the border. 】
…
Meng Zezhi directly filtered out these abusive or innocuous words.
He then looked down.
[Am I the only one who thinks it's weird? According to Zhang Fangxu, Meng Mingming knows that he can sign himself as the first author on the paper, which means that these two papers are his research results, so why does he have to use up The means to snatch these two papers? 】
[…Why do journals have such regulations that the papers that students have finally published are easily stolen by their supervisors. 】
[Here is Emperor Kopp. The default rule in academia: master students publish papers, in principle, the supervisor is the first author; doctoral students publish papers, the supervisor must be the first author. A paper where the supervisor is the first author and the graduate student is the second author is regarded as a postgraduate-authored essay. Whether it is a school or a journal, why would such unspoken rules appear by default
Because for the journal, the supervisor's signature, for the sake of personal reputation, he must check the quality of the paper, which saves a lot of trouble for the journal. For schools, tutors are fixed and will not leave the school easily, while students are mobile and do not belong to the school once they graduate. Mentors provide students with ideas, and the school provides funds for scientific research. If the research results belong to the students, then after the students leave, isn’t the school a waste of money! 】
[But Zhang Fangxu also said that the idea was his own, and had nothing to do with Meng Zezhi. And he is a mathematician, and he doesn't need to go to the laboratory, so he doesn't need any research funds at all. Besides, where did the scientific research funds come from, it was given by the state, the taxpayers' money, and the school had nothing to do with it... 】
[As to why Meng Zezhi robbed my paper, I will reply here in a unified manner, and I will not repeat it later. Because he was not in a good state of mind at the time, and he did not have a single research result in hand, he urgently needed two independently completed papers to act as a facade. Of course, this is just my guess. 】
[So this is the main lord appearing? 】
【Distressed! 】
【Distressed +1】
…
Meng Zezhi frowned slightly and continued to scroll down.
[Seeing this video, I don't know why, I suddenly remembered the fear of being dominated by grandpa Pengci. 】
[I feel the same way, I graduated with a doctorate the year before last. As an experienced person, what I want to say is that the university is a small dye vat, and intrigue is not much less than that of the society. Zhang Fangxu has to be so harmless that he is pure enough to be with his roommates and classmates. Sharing my research content, blaming him for being too stupid and sweet, or my conspiracy theory. 】
[Grab the two barmen, hurry up, surround them and brag—]
[How dark you have to be in your heart to feel that everything others do is deliberate. 】
【… 】
"Beijing University is here." The taxi driver shouted.
"Well," Meng Zezhi reacted and put away the phone: "How much?"
"Fifty."
Meng Zezhi took out his wallet and took out a one-hundred-yuan note and handed it to him.
"Here, I'll find you fifty."
At this moment, Meng Zezhi's cell phone rang.
As he took the money from the driver and collected it, he put the phone to his ear: "Hello, Dean Fu?"
A cold voice came from the other end of the phone: "Come to my office."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Meng Zezhi sighed heavily, then went home, grabbed his things, and dragged his exhausted body to the dean's office.
I don’t need to mention how many pointers I have suffered along the way.
Dean Fu had been impatiently waiting for a long time. When he saw Meng Zezhi coming in, he first asked with a calm face, "Do you know everything?"
Meng Zezhi nodded: "Yes."
Then Dean Fu stood up from his seat with a swipe, slapped the table, and said angrily, "Now that things are so big, the Ministry of Education called and ordered the school to quell public anger today. What shall we do?"
"I wrote the thesis word by word, and I also have the manuscript," Meng Zezhi said.
Dean Fu is skeptical about this matter, but now is not the time to pay attention to it: "What if there is a manuscript, or do you think that the group of people outside who have already preconceived their ideas will believe your words?"
Just as he was talking, a bald middle-aged man in his thirties rushed in in a hurry: "President, something has happened, something has happened—"
Just ten minutes ago, Zhang Fangxu's roommate, Zhou Yi from the Department of Biology, posted on Weibo his ID card, student ID, and two long screenshots from a year ago in QQ space - Zhang Fangxu more than once in the screenshots He mentioned his own research and publicly announced his willingness to be Zhang Fangxu's witness.
It wasn't this that shocked Dean Fu, but after this Weibo was posted, the first person to repost it turned out to be Chen Yingdi, who just won the Golden Horse Award for Best Actor for "Titanic".
His retweet was like a flood that had opened the floodgates, and most of the influential figures in the entertainment industry all retweeted this Weibo.
Thinking about the number of fans of these people, Dean Fu's heart is cold.
He originally thought that Meng Zezhi should be protected first, even for the sake of Jingcheng University's face.
Just now it seems...
He made up his mind in an instant, then said with a wry smile: "You know, it's not that we don't want to protect you, but the seriousness of the matter has exceeded our imagination. For the sake of the reputation of Jingcheng University..."
"I know." Meng Zezhi interrupted him, then put a single paper in his hand on the table and pushed it towards Dean Fu: "So don't worry, someone will rush to protect me."