Two days later, $3 billion was successfully credited to the account, and in the afternoon, Andrew boarded the special plane back to the United States with a set of documents.
Once the news came out, it caused a sensation at home and abroad.
【Three hundred billion dollars! I counted... Eleven zeros... Mom asked me why I was on my knees! 】
[According to the 0.8% annual interest rate of Huaguo Bank’s USD deposit, the annual interest of USD 300 billion is USD 2.4 billion, and the average daily interest income is USD 6.57 million, which is equivalent to RMB 44 million… ]
[Silently wrap my little quilt tightly. 】
[The scum with a monthly salary of 4,000 shivered. 】
[Intellectuals are really awesome! 】
【The talent is really amazing! 】
[Three hundred billion dollars, that's not three thousand dollars, if you donate it, you donate it, and Papa Meng is Papa Meng! 】
[I am also thirty-seven years old. I have a house and no car. I just gave birth to my second child. I owe a lot of debt. There are four elderly people in the family to support. , I quit without knowing it, I only dare to take the bus when I go out, I dare not go to the hospital when I get sick... Although I asked for it by myself, I donated 300 billion US dollars to see Professor Meng without pain. I admire him. Yu, I always feel sad, if I had studied hard back then, would I be able to throw out 300 billion like Professor Meng without blinking...]
[The same is true for me. When a person reaches middle age, nothing can be accomplished. It is impossible to expect to stand out from the crowd. Now we can only place hope on the next generation. 】
[Stop talking, my son is secretly playing with his mobile phone again, I'll beat him first and vent my anger. 】
【… 】
【Suddenly distressed! 】
[Following parents and teachers, there is another big mountain on them. 】
[Should I be glad that my dad doesn't surf the Internet! 】
[You think too much upstairs, the same world, the same father, just wait! 】
…
Just when the outside world was chaotic, Meng Zezhi, who was the center of the topic, was interviewing students at home.
Jingcheng University had set the postgraduate interview at the end of March. Before that, Meng Zezhi had received no less than 80 sets of magnetic letters, including mathematics and biology.
The so-called set of magnetic letters is a self-recommendation letter written by candidates who have passed the preliminary examination of the postgraduate examination and want to apply for the postgraduate examination under his name.
Now, Meng Ze knew that the limelight was in full swing, and he dared to send him a magnetic letter at this juncture, but one could imagine that his grades would not be much worse.
This is not the first time Meng Zezhi has accepted students, he has his own set of standards.
Those who apply for a master’s degree will be given priority to have won the first prize of scientific research at or above the provincial level during the university period, have published papers in core journals, and have won three years of national scholarships (up to three national scholarships at the university level)…
To apply for a doctoral degree, one must have published three core journals as the second author at the postgraduate stage, and two must be recommended by well-known professors at home and abroad. If these two conditions cannot be met, even if the written grades are excellent, Meng Zezhi does not intend to.
According to this standard, Meng Zezhi screened out 20 resumes, and then sent emails specifically to these 20 students to make appointments for video interviews.
Meng Zezhi vacated the weekends for this purpose.
…
"How much do you know about the Riemann hypothesis?"
The Riemann Hypothesis is one of the 23 mathematical problems that Hilbert proposed at the Second International Congress of Mathematicians in the 20th century that mathematicians should strive to solve. The Goldbach conjecture is recognized as the commanding heights of mathematics in the 20th century.
It is also something that Meng Zezhi is preparing to study in the next stage.
"Riemann hypothesis?" On the other end of the video, the short-handed boy said calmly: "The Riemann hypothesis was proposed by the German mathematician Riemann in the mid-nineteenth century, and it is one of the most useful clues to prove this hypothesis. From function theory, it is revealed that the imaginary part of zero is a discrete value... Now the biggest challenge left is to prove that the eigenvalue of the operator is a real number. For this, the accepted proof idea is to construct an equivalent operator... I have That's all I know!"
After speaking, he looked at Meng Zezhi nervously.
"Yeah." Meng Zezhi replied lightly, flipped through his resume, graduated from Jiang Province University, a recommendation letter written by Professor Feng Keqin, and published two papers on the conjecture of twin primes in core journals during college. Received a two-year national scholarship.
Judging from the interview just now, I have a wide range of knowledge and a solid foundation. I am a promising student.
Thinking of this, Meng Zezhi put down the resume in his hand, raised his head and asked, "Are you from the Court of Rites?"
"Yes." The Bancun-headed boy tried his best to keep his face calm, but the fine beads of sweat on his forehead revealed the anxiety in his heart at the moment.
"Have you been to the capital?"
"No, no time and no chance."
Meng Zezhi smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as you are willing, you will have time to experience the prosperity of this city in the future."
How could the boy with a cunning head not understand the hidden meaning of this sentence
After cutting off the video, Meng Zezhi breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and rubbed his neck. At this moment, Zhu Zhengqing pushed in the door with a water glass in his hand.
"How was the interview going?"
Meng Zezhi took the water glass and took two sips: "It's okay, it's going well. By the way, let's go out to eat at night, I'm too lazy to do it."
"Okay." Zhu Zhengqing thought for a while: "Or, go to Chen's private kitchen to eat wild vegetables. I haven't eaten Yuqian rice for several years."
"Okay." Meng Zezhi naturally agreed.
After resting for a while, Meng Zezhi checked the time and connected to the video of the next interviewee.
Still an acquaintance.
"Professor Meng." Zhou Jialue kept his mind as calm as possible.
The ghost knows what she has been through in the past few months. When Professor Meng handed her an olive branch and asked her if she wanted to continue her Ph.D. with him, she thought that Professor Meng was immoral and refused—
Who would have thought that half a year later, a scumbag who beat his wife became a national treasure-level scholar.
Really answered the sentence 'Today you ignore my love, tomorrow I will make you unable to climb high'.
Then she applied for Professor Meng's doctoral degree with a thick (very) (no) face (bone) and skin (gas).
Meng Zezhi's sense of her was really good. At least the paper she completed independently at the time really surprised him. Not everyone can calm down and spend two years just to solve one problem.
Such students are most favored by academic tutors.
As for Zhou Jia's rejection at the beginning, Meng Zezhi didn't take it to heart at all.
Since he was an acquaintance and had already decided to enroll, Meng Zezhi's expression was naturally not as serious as when interviewing other students.
As for why there is still this interview, it is because Meng Zezhi felt that since you have applied for the exam seriously, then I must have to go through the motions.
He asked casually, "Has the paper been checked for duplication?"
"I checked." Zhou Jia was trembling, confused.
"What's the repeat rate?" Meng Zezhi put her resume aside and picked up the resume of the next interviewee to read.
Watching Zhou Jia's heart skipped a beat, she lost her breath in an instant: "One hundred, five percent."
"Not bad." Meng Zezhi gave a fair evaluation, and then said: "Okay, let's go here for the interview, go back and study the Riemann hypothesis well, and I will give you two book lists later, remember Look, I'm going to take the exam next semester."
"Okay, okay." Zhou Jia replied subconsciously, and by the time she reacted, the video had already hung up.
Wait, what did Professor Meng say just now
next semester-
Her eyes lit up, she stood up from the seat with a swipe, and while shouting that it was great, she threw herself on the bed and rolled.
Hearing the sound, Father Zhou pushed open the door and entered, with a nervous expression on his face: "Xiaojia, how is it?"
He knew about Zhou Jia, which was related to his daughter's future, so he didn't have to worry about Zhou Jiashao.
"It's over, it's over!" Zhou Jia got up from the bed and hugged Zhou's father: "Fortunately, Professor Meng doesn't remember the villain's deeds."
Father Zhou smiled with pride: "That's right, I don't even think about who Father Meng is..."
Then Zhou Jia looked at her father, who was 1.9 meters tall and weighed 200 jins, with a strange face, and praised her father Meng.
After all the 20 students were interviewed, Meng Zezhi selected four doctoral students and six master students.
The next day, Meng Zezhi reported the names of these students to the school, at least not allowing them to be swiped by the school during the re-examination.
That afternoon, Meng Zezhi received a call from Andrew, saying that Jiang Qiyang had already sent it back.
This was the first time Meng Zezhi saw Jiang Qiyang.
Jiang Qiyang, who has undergone system transformation, looks like a dog, otherwise there would not be so many women who would follow him.
The premise is that he is not as embarrassed as he is now.
In the cabin, Meng Zezhi looked at Jiang Qiyang's bloody legs and asked, "What's wrong?"
The captain who was in charge of escorting Jiang Qiyang back to China was of Chinese descent: "This kid is very wicked. He almost let him run away several times on the way. I was afraid of another accident, so I just broke his legs and gave him some medicine. "
Meng Zezhi had no sympathy for this, he only said, "I want to talk to him."
"Then be careful."
Said, the captain winked at the crew around him, the other party nodded, turned and left the cabin, and when he came back, he had an extra bucket of seawater in his hand. He splashed the bucket of seawater on Jiang Qiyang's face, and then withdrew with the captain.
"Cough cough."
With the sound of the iron door closing, Jiang Qiyang woke up leisurely, followed by an overwhelming dull pain.
"Damn—"
Then an unfamiliar voice came from my ear: "Jiang Qiyang, how does it feel to be folded in a woman's hand?"
Jiang Qiyang raised his head abruptly, saw the person coming, and a ray of hatred shot out from his eyes: "Meng Zezhi—it really was you who harmed me behind my back."
Meng Ze knew but laughed silently.
Jiang Qiyang's face was blue and white, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Just because of Yan Shijun's matter, back then, you cost me tens of millions of dollars in investment, and you still want to kill me now?"
"It's this time, Jiang Qiyang, do you still want to argue?" Meng Zezhi said calmly, "Then let me ask you, who pushed Chen Yinglong to poison me back then, and whose handwriting was that bottle of psychotoxin?"
Jiang Qiyang's pupils tightened: "How did you know?"
"If you want people not to know, you have to do nothing unless you do it yourself." Meng Zezhi said coldly.
Jiang Qiyang could clearly hear the murderous intent in Meng Zezhi's tone, a panic flashed across his face, and he begged for mercy instantly: "Meng Zezhi, Professor Meng, I know I'm wrong, it's me who is obsessed, I have money, I There's a lot of money, and if you let me go, I'll give you a billion dollars, no, two billion dollars."
Meng Zezhi was unmoved.
Jiang Qiyang's tone was messy: "You don't want money? I can give you anything you want—"
Meng Zezhi condescendingly said, "I want your life."
Jiang Qiyang was flustered, he shouted hysterically in his heart: "System, save me, save me out—"
The system poured cold water on him without hesitation: "The host's current reputation balance, 12,000 points, is not enough to pay for the 1 million reputation points required to complete the task."
Jiang Qiyang's face paled, yes, he forgot, if he could escape, he would have escaped long ago.
He calmed down instantly, and his anger burst out like a volcanic eruption. Since he couldn't escape, he would have to pull a few pads on his back before he died.
Thinking of this, there was a madness in his eyes, and he immediately said: "System, help me exchange a grenade."
"Receive an order, exchange for a grenade, and deduct 10,000 reputation points."
As soon as the words fell, a pitch-black grenade appeared in Jiang Qiyang's hand.
Jiang Qiyang suddenly raised his head to look at Meng Zezhi, with a frantic expression: "Since I can't live, then don't think about it better—"
With that said, he reached out his hand to pull the ring of the grenade.
But at this moment, Meng Zezhi suddenly shot out a bright light and entered Jiang Qiyang's body along the grenade.
"What?" Jiang Qiyang screamed and threw the grenade subconsciously.
When he reacted, the pain was like a flood, hitting his mind one after another.
"Ah—" He couldn't help rolling over on the ground, screaming endlessly.
Half a minute later, the light returned to Meng Zezhi.
Then, the cold voice of the system sounded in his mind: "The recovery of the star development system has been completed, and Jiang Qiyang's memory has been erased."
Hearing this, Meng Zezhi was completely relieved. He finally glanced at Jiang Qiyang, who seemed to have passed out on the ground, picked up the grenade, opened the cabin door and walked out.
"Professor Meng?" The captain greeted him.
"I heard that Jiang Qiyang is still carrying a lawsuit?" Meng Zezhi asked.
"Yes." The captain replied.
The charges, including drug trafficking and tax evasion, were planted by Novartis.
Meng Zezhi said, "Then trouble your company to send him to prison!"
"OK."