Xu was due to taking medicine. As soon as he finished browsing Weibo, sleepiness struck his mind. He nibbled some bread indiscriminately, and Meng Zezhi fell into a deep sleep when he returned to his room.
When I woke up again, it was the next morning.
After washing his face in a daze, reluctantly, Dean Fu's... except Zhu Zhengqing's.
Find out the phone number and dial it, and the voice also shows the off state.
Meng Zezhi felt that something was not quite right.
He first called Professor Wan.
Professor Wan said straight to the point: "Do you still have the one-liners? Give me a few more."
He was talking about a single-line version of Meng Zezhi's paper proving Goldbach's conjecture published in the Annals of Mathematics.
The Yearbook of Mathematics gave Meng Zezhi 30 copies in total, and Meng Zezhi remembered that he had sent five copies to Professor Wan as a birthday gift.
He asked, "What's wrong?"
Professor Wan said vaguely: "It's not that Uncle Xia and the others came to see me in the sanatorium yesterday afternoon. I couldn't hold back for a while, so I took out the few separate books you gave me..."
It is said to be taken out to see, but in fact it is taken out to show off.
Meng Zezhi took a look at the old man's thoughts.
"As a result, guess what," Professor Wan said angrily: "They are all old and eighty people. It's okay to have a face. They even took something and ran away, and they couldn't catch up."
He also thought about keeping one or two copies to be cremated and brought into the urn together after he died, but it turned out that these guys were good, and he didn't leave a copy.
Although he said so, it is not difficult to hear the pride in Professor Wan's tone.
"Okay." Meng Zezhi smiled even more: "When you are free, I will send you a few more copies."
"Five more." Professor Wan urged: "You must remember."
"Eh!"
After hanging up, Meng Zezhi called Dean Fu again.
"I'm sorry, Dean Fu, I wasn't feeling well yesterday, so I went to bed early. Do you have anything to do with me?"
"Not feeling well? Are you feeling better now?"
"It's much better, please take care of Dean Fu."
"That's good," Dean Fu said about the business: "I am in a hurry to find Professor Meng, mainly for two things. One is the report meeting, which we have already agreed on, and the specific Some of the arrangements will also ask for your opinion. This second thing... "
Dean Fu made no secret of the excitement in his tone: "People's Daily, News University, and Beijing Daily are three newspapers planning to give you a joint interview, what do you think of Professor Meng?"
What should come will always come.
Meng Zezhi nodded: "This is a good thing, but you also know President Fu, recently, my health has not been very good, and now I am busy preparing for the report meeting. Speeches and PPTs. Interviews or whatever, if it’s not necessary, you can avoid it.”
Recalling that Meng Zezhi has indeed lost weight recently, Dean Fu suppressed the disappointment in his heart. He also hoped that through Meng Zezhi's shareholder style, the popularity of the Department of Mathematics of Peking University in China would be raised to a higher level!
He said: "The body is the most important, the body is the most important, don't worry, I know it."
He added: "It's not easy to talk about this on the phone, Professor Meng, are you free now?"
"Yes." Meng Zezhi said, "How about I go to the office to find you?"
"good."
Hanging up the phone, Meng Zezhi drove to Beijing University.
He was not in a hurry to find Dean Fu, but went to the laboratory first.
After greeting Xu Yehua and others, Meng Zezhi asked, "By the way, where is Professor Zhu?"
"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 that."
"Is that so?" Meng Zezhi frowned slightly.
It's a good thing to know Zhu Zhengqing's whereabouts, but I thought again, such a big thing, it makes no sense that Zhu Zhengqing would not talk to him!
And his phone is still off...
With such a rambunctious effort, the dean's office arrived, and he knocked on the door.
"President Fu."
"Professor Meng is here." Dean Fu was blushing and poured him a cup of tea himself.
Meng Zezhi took it with both hands, and straight to the point: "About the report meeting?"
Speaking of business, Dean Fu instantly became serious: "That's it, the specific matters of the report meeting will be arranged by the academic committee and the student union. I invite Professor Meng to come here. First, we will discuss the specific time arrangement of the report meeting. , and the second is to determine the invitation list."
Meng Zezhi nodded: "As for the time, let's set it on next Saturday. It will be held in two days. On the first day and the second morning, I will lecture on Goldbach's conjecture. In the afternoon, there is a question-and-answer session. Is that ok?"
"sure."
Speaking, Dean Fu handed Meng Zezhi a document: "This is the list of participants drawn up by the academic committee, you can take a look."
Meng Zezhi picked it up and flipped through it casually. There were all well-known scholars at home and abroad, and the number of them was no less than 200.
"no problem."
"That's fine." After speaking, Dean Fu brought up a thick stack of invitations 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 beautifully styled invitations, Meng Zezhi's forehead trembled.
Half an hour after he left the dean's office, Meng Zezhi rubbed his sore wrist, and couldn't help but think of Zhu Zhengqing. At this moment, his cell phone rang.
"Hey, where have you been?"
"Hey, how is your body?"
The two voices sounded almost at the same time and disappeared at the same time, leaving only two clear and shallow breathing.
"Yeah." Meng Zezhi chuckled, his voice was low, magnetic, and gentle: "I'm fine, how about you?"
Zhu Zhengqing reached out and rubbed his ears, his eyes flashing slightly.
Such a nice voice, if you were doing that...
His breathing was slow, but his face did not show. He said, "My grandfather knows about me and you."
"Huh?" Meng Zezhi froze.
For Zhu Zhengqing's family background, he more or less knows a little bit.
Zhu Zhengqing's parents passed away early, and there is only one grandfather in the family. His grandfather has a lot of background. Before he retired, he was the chairman and party secretary of the Shipbuilding Industry Corporation, and a senior engineer at the researcher level. He enjoys the "special government allowance of the State Council" and enjoys ministerial-level treatment after retirement.
Shipbuilding Industry Corporation is one of the top ten military industrial groups in China.
Otherwise, how dare you say that Zhu Zhengqing is a famous queen.
"How did he say?"
Zhu Zhengqing looked up at the old man outside the window who was holding a big orange cat basking in the sun, and said, "He pretended to be sick and tricked me into coming back, saying that he would break my leg."
Hearing this, Meng Zezhi loosened his tie: "Then what?"
"He can't bear it." Zhu Zhengqing chuckled lightly.
Meng Zezhi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Do you need me to see the old man now?"
Zhu Zhengqing sighed softly: "Don't, he is angry now!"
He hummed, "He thinks you're too old."
More than that!
Meng Zezhi knew very well, the corners of his lips couldn't 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 brew, and the more time passes, the more fragrant they are. This sentence is more suitable for Meng Zezhi.
"Well." 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."
"Okay." Meng Zezhi nodded.
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