Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

Things quickly alarmed the school leaders.

"Turn out the monitoring." The head of the biology department barely suppressed his anger and shouted.

Zhu Zhengqing was invited back from Harvard in person. Now that the scientific research results have been stolen, it couldn't be Zhu Zhengqing calling for the thief to catch the thief himself. The problem can only be caused by the school.

All the laboratories of Capital University are equipped with intelligent video surveillance. The surveillance video is not displayed to the public, but is stored in a special computer, and only the person in charge of the laboratory can access it with a password.

Hearing this, the face of the director of the monitoring room who happened to rush over changed drastically: "Director Tang, you forgot that the school's network system was attacked by hackers a few days ago, and our monitoring room was the first to fall because the download protection mechanism was triggered. Almost all surveillance footage was automatically destroyed."

To make matters worse, but that's all.

The head of the biology department looked livid: "Can you recover?"

The director of the monitoring room smiled wryly and shook his head: "If it could be recovered, it would have been recovered long ago."

The atmosphere instantly quieted down.

If you want to get back the research results, you can only resort to the law.

Although they have experimental records in their hands, it can only prove that they have done this experiment.It is also because the experimental records can be faked, but the surveillance video cannot be faked.Without surveillance video, the other party has 1 reasons to argue, and can even slander them for fabricating experimental records...

Finally someone couldn't help it: "How can there be such a coincidence in the world, the surveillance video is automatically destroyed because of a hacker attack on the front foot, and our research results are stolen on the back foot."

When he spoke, the anger of the entire project team was instantly ignited.

"That's right, there's no such thing as a coincidence!"

"The dozen or so of us worked hard for this project for more than three months. No matter how much sweat we put in, it's impossible for us to poach our own corners!"

All of a sudden, everyone echoed.

"Old Zhang is right. I can only hope to make some achievements in this project, so I can be promoted to associate professor next year."

"Me too. I haven't finished my dissertation task this year. This project is my only hope."

……

"That is to say, it must not be our project team who has an inner ghost!"

"Then the problem is much simpler. More than two-thirds of the computers in our laboratory are not connected to the Internet. Basically, there is no possibility of being stolen by hackers. The gate of the laboratory building is closed at night and cannot be entered or exited. If you want to steal something, you can only During the day, the locks of our laboratory have not been picked, and there were almost no people in the laboratory some time ago, you think, who else can it be besides us?"

The one who spoke was a tall, thin and tall man with glasses, he was probably the calmest among the crowd.

It's just that the spearhead was blatantly pointed at Meng Zezhi.

Everyone followed their gazes to look at the past, and then thought of something in unison.

There is no surveillance video, which means that the results of this research will probably not be taken back. This is a project with a research budget of more than [-] million yuan, and someone must come out to take responsibility for it.

Hearing this, Zhu Zhengqing frowned, and said with great certainty: "Professor Meng can't do such a thing."

"Why is it impossible—" the glasses man glanced at the silent head of the department from the corner of his eyes, and he was determined, and he looked indignant: "Professor Zhu, it's not like you don't know..."

Didn't he just want to talk about the old background of his predecessor, Meng Zezhi was getting annoyed.

"Did you just pour dirty water on me so impatiently?" Meng Zezhi interrupted him.

The man with glasses got a lump in his throat.

Meng Zezhi's tone was not kind, and he glanced at everyone present: "First, I'm not so stupid." He is in the laboratory, and if he really wants to secretly wish Zhengqing's experimental results, he still needs to play like this. How many tricks?

Those who doubt him are even more stupid.

Xu Yehua and the others suddenly looked a little unhappy.

"Second," Meng Zezhi looked at Zhu Zhengqing: "Your surveillance video is gone, but mine is still there."

Zhu Zhengqing's eyes lit up.

"What?" the man with glasses whispered.

Under everyone's surprised gazes, Meng Zezhi turned and walked towards his desk. When he got there, he reached out to touch the potted plant next to the computer, and then pulled out a pinhole camera.

After the surprise, as if thinking of something, Xu Yehua asked solemnly, "I'm more curious about why Professor Meng installed a camera in our laboratory?"

Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed slightly, as if they had caught Meng Zezhi's handle, their expressions lifted.

"Professor Zhu and I discussed this a long time ago, and reported it to the Security Office. It happened before you entered the laboratory, so it's normal that you don't know about it." As he spoke, Meng Zezhi stretched out his hand and opened the door. computer.

Meng Zezhi is also responsible for his own research results.Just like Zhu Zhengqing believed in Meng Zezhi, but other people in the project team did not believe him. ——Meng Zezhi can trust Zhu Zhengqing, but he cannot trust other people in the project team.

So installing a private camera is inevitable.

Xu Yehua looked a little embarrassed.

"The surveillance video is saved in this computer." Meng Zezhi manipulated the mouse to open the E drive, entered the password, and asked, "How long is the review period for this journal?"

The so-called review cycle refers to the time from submission to publication of a paper.

Knowing the review period, combined with the time when the experiment was completed, you can roughly calculate the time when the experimental data was lost, and then edit and copy the corresponding surveillance video to them.

Thinking about it, I know that Meng Zezhi cannot and will not hand over all the surveillance videos. After all, it must be inevitable that he calculated Goldbach's conjecture and developed AIDS specific drugs.

Xu Yehua pulled himself together and thought for a while: "Three or four months."

After speaking, she couldn't help frowning.

Their experiment was established three months ago, and the results were released half a month ago.It is conceivable that the black hand behind the scenes must have a lot of energy to publish the paper in an authoritative foreign journal in just half a month, which is equivalent to skipping the review period.

Meng Zezhi paused: "I see, please wait a moment, I will cut out and copy the surveillance video of the last half month for you."

"Okay." Zhu Zhengqing heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. He knew what Meng Zezhi was worried about, and turned to look at Xu Yehua and others with complicated expressions: "Let's go outside and wait."

Two hours later, Meng Zezhi handed over the edited video to the director of the monitoring room, and everyone dispersed.

Only Meng Zezhi and Zhu Zhengqing were left in the laboratory.

Both of them thought about what had happened before.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Meng Zezhi sighed, looked at Zhu Zhengqing who was a little at a loss, and said, "Sorry..." Can you give me some more time, I haven't decided yet.

Hearing these two words, Zhu Zhengqing's fiery heart was instantly extinguished by the oncoming basin of cold water.

Just got rejected...

It's a bit uncomfortable.

After the trance, he pursed the corners of his lips and slowed down his tone: "I should be the one who said sorry, I'm sorry for causing trouble to you."

His mind was a little messed up, and he simply said: "That's it, that's it, I still have something to do, so I'll go first!"

After finishing speaking, he took two steps back, turned around and walked out, flustered, and almost tripped over the threshold when he went out.

Seeing this scene, Meng Zezhi almost ran after him, but he immediately suppressed the impulse in his heart.No way, who made him still have a time bomb buried in his body.

At this time, don't harm others.

Meng Zezhi wiped his old face, cheered himself up, and returned to the computer, preparing to cut out the rest of the surveillance video so that he could present it to Zhu Zhengqing as evidence for his appeal.

In the next few days, Meng Zezhi never saw Zhu Zhengqing again.

Instead, the perpetrator of the theft was found out, the guy who said that he would be promoted to an associate professor in the second half of the year based on this project.He raised a mistress outside, mistress's father was fond of gambling, and owed a large amount of usury outside, the creditor chased mistress here, mistress begged him again, he received a sum of money from abroad, and sold the research results up.

Capital University directly sent him to the police station, and then turned around and sued the assistant professor of American Pheasant University who stole the thesis to the international court. The matter caused a lot of trouble and appeared on the morning news of CCTV twice.

Because the other party was well prepared, the lawsuit against Jingcheng University was difficult. In the end, it was because it paid a lot of money to buy an editor from the magazine and had him testify in court that it won the victory.

However, all this has nothing to do with Meng Zezhi.

He was sick, whether serious or not, just coughing, bloody stool, nausea and dizziness.It's not a light thing to say, it might kill him anytime soon.

Knowing that the AIDS virus in his body had broken out, Meng Zezhi interrupted his research on Goldbach's conjecture and spent nearly a week compiling the research results into a paper. Page's paper was submitted to "Annals of Mathematics", an annual journal of mathematics.

The author has something to say: Zhu Zhengqing: Isn’t he just an old man? (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻