I inherited a family fortune of 5000 years

Chapter 518: Heaven does not give birth to me as a keyboard warrior

Who has seen such a scene?

Professor Claude has never seen it before!
Someone directly called the Nobel Foundation and asked them to select the winners in advance, otherwise they would directly buy their foundation. This is completely Zhang Meng's behavior!If you have money, you can do whatever you want!

Professor Claude knows Zhang Mengyu's name, and also knows what kind of show operation he has done. He can definitely do what he said just now!

"Mr. Zhang, please calm down!" Professor Claude hurriedly began to appease Zhang Mengyu's emotions, "Give me 10 minutes, I can't make a decision by myself, I need to call people from other foundations."

"I only give you 5 minutes!"

Zhang Mengyu put down his mobile phone, and the people around him looked at him like a monster, daring to threaten the Nobel Foundation, he is probably the first such person in history.

In less than 5 minutes, Zhang Mengyu's cell phone rang.

"Mr. Zhang, we just discussed and decided to agree to your request," Claude said, can they disagree?If they disagree, the money of their foundation will instantly turn into a bubble under the impact of capital.

The fact that no prize money can be issued for the Nobel Prize will probably become a historical joke.

"As for the deadline for delivery, it will be in ten days!"

"This and that only leave us five days to review, and our personnel may not"

"Professor Claude, I don't think there is anything that can't be solved with money. If you don't have enough people, you can recruit people. I think this 100 billion dollars is more than enough to recruit a professor from the Legion to judge for you?"

"However, if the time is raised, many articles will be submitted too late, and we will lose many excellent candidates."

"I don't think so," Zhang Mengyu said with a smile. "There is only one person who is eligible for the Nobel Prize in Physics this year. I think this achievement is big enough to silence all those who disagree."

"Okay!" After a fierce ideological struggle, Professor Crowder gritted his teeth and agreed, "We will notify you within half an hour."

"Thanks to the cooperation of the professor, the $100 billion I promised will be transferred to the foundation's account later."

"Hong Yi, I, Zhang Mengyu, pay money!"

"Look, isn't this all over?" Zhang Mengyu spread his hands.

Zhang Mengyu’s operation made everyone unable to say a word. It seems that the Nobel Foundation has made a big compromise, but they made 100 billion US dollars with tears, and now they are probably laughing madly behind their backs.

"This year's Nobel Prize will be selected in half a month, so I only give you this little time. Whoever can complete the publication of the article the fastest will be the first to submit our manuscript to the Nobel selection team, and I will Which journal to sign."

"Mr. Zhang, we can complete the publication of the manuscript within one week, and complete the application for the Nobel Prize within 10 days!" Mohart, the editor of "Nature", was the first to promise.

"Published in a week, declared in 10 days, is there any faster?"

"We completed the publication in five days, and completed the declaration in eight days!" The editor-in-chief of "Science" almost gritted his teeth and said, after all, he is an editor-in-chief, and his authority will be much greater than other editors.

"We completed the publication in four days, and completed the declaration in seven days!" The editor of "Frontier Physics" shouted out an even more surprising number.

"Are you all crazy?" Mohart looked at the red-faced editors, "You only published a journal two days ago, and now you are posting again? Can your editor-in-chief agree?"

"If the editor-in-chief disagrees, I'll beg him, and if I can't, I'll beg the boss!" The editor of "Frontier Physics" seemed to be ready to throw his head and blood.

"Three days, we only need three days!" Mohart called out an unimaginable time again, "We can complete the application for the Nobel Prize within five days!"

"Mohart, you are just an ordinary editor. How dare you make such a promise? Are you not afraid of losing your job?"

Mohart sneered, so what if you lose your job?If he could become the editor in charge of a Nobel Prize winner, who would dare to fire him?Even if he is expelled, there will be countless magazines who want to poach him, and he is not afraid at all.

Although the quality of Zhang Mengyu's articles is very high, as long as the Nobel Prize is not awarded for a day, he will never be a Nobel Prize winner. Who can explain the variables?

And Mohart is betting, they bet that this article will win a prize!

The other editors looked at me and looked at you, and finally fell silent. They really didn't have Mohart's determination to burn the boat!
"Okay, if that's the case, then I'll sign it to nature," Zhang Mengyu said.

"Mr. Zhang, I have already drawn up the contract, you just need to sign it," Mohart handed the contract to Zhang Mengyu with trembling hands.

Zhang Meng didn't hesitate, and directly signed his own words on it.

"Mr. Mohart, if you don't complete what you promised me, then I don't think it is necessary for Nature Magazine to continue to be a scientific research authority," Zhang Meng said with a smile, "Anyway, it is a publishing house, and publishing scientific journals is also publishing , Publishing an adult magazine is also publishing, what do you think?"

These words made Mohart startled, this young man was really terrifying.

He heard that Zhang Mengyu once bought a Huaxia company called Wangyi Music, because the boss offended him, he directly changed the company into a foot bath shop, and now Wangyi Foot Road has become the largest health care place in Asia , and even opened branches in their Europe, you think this is unreasonable?

Mohart believes that if he fails to do what Zhang Mengyu promised, their nature magazine may become the world's largest adult magazine in a short time.

He almost has a picture in his mind!

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, I promise you, no matter how much effort I put in, I will definitely get it for you."

"Since that's the case, I'm at ease," Zhang Meng said with a smile, "It's hard work for everyone, why don't you rest in Huaxia for a night, and tomorrow I will arrange a plane to send you back to China."

"Then thank you, Mr. Zhang." Although he failed to sign Zhang Mengyu's article this time, Zhang Mengyu's attitude also won the favor of these editors.

The editors left one after another. At this time, the professors of Jiangnan University of Technology finally couldn't suppress the doubts in their hearts.

"Misty, Mr. Han, what's going on? What kind of articles did you submit to these magazines? The editors of these world's top journals rushed over one by one?"

"Yeah, they also said that the Nobel Prize in Physics, I just heard about dark matter, isn't this the field of fundamental physics?"

"Ask Mengyu." Han Jinyu directly pushed Zhang Mengyu up.

"Hahaha, it's not a big deal," Zhang Mengyu said, "Our school has won so many national-level projects, aren't other universities not convinced? Then I thought that if they win a Nobel Prize, they can always put their own Keep your mouth shut? If they think they are awesome, they will post it too!"

"So I spent a few days with Mr. Han and the brothers and sisters in our research group to prove the existence of dark matter, and then made a random article and posted it."

"Misty, how sure are you?" an elderly professor asked.

"Ninety-nine out of ten, it's just a Nobel Prize, nothing difficult!"

"Listen, is this a human language? Teacher Han, look at the students you lead!"

"A dozen people proved the existence of dark matter in a few days? Mom! This is something that many people in the world have not proved for 100 years!"

"God is not difficult!"

"In this case," the old professor became excited all of a sudden, "I can't help being scolded by them for so many days. When Mengyou really wins the Nobel Prize, I will let them know what it is called. I was born a keyboard warrior, the Internet is like a long night!"

(End of this chapter)