Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

Two days later, $30 billion was successfully credited to the account. In the afternoon, Andrew boarded a 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.

[$3000 billion!I counted... eleven zeros... Mom asked me why I was kneeling on the ground! 】

[Based on the 0.8% annual interest rate of Huaguo Bank's US dollar deposits, 3000 billion US dollars, the annual interest is 24 billion US dollars, and the average daily interest income is 657 million US dollars, equivalent to 400 million yuan...]

【Silently wrap my little quilt tightly. 】

[Zha Zha with a monthly salary of [-] is trembling. 】

[Intellectuals are awesome! 】

[Talent is really amazing! 】

[US$3000 billion, that’s not 3000 yuan, if you donate it, you’ll donate it. Papa Meng is Papa Meng! 】

[I am also 37 years old. I own a house but no car. I just gave birth to a second child. I owe a whole lot of debt. There are four elderly people in my family to support. I quit smoking three times before but have not quit. Now I am reluctant to spend money on cigarettes. I don’t know I quit before I knew it. I only dared to take the bus when I went out, and I dared not go to the hospital when I was sick... Although I asked for it myself, I donated 3000 billion U.S. dollars when I saw Professor Meng. I always feel sad, if I studied hard back then, would I be able to throw out 3000 billion like Professor Meng now, without even blinking...]

【It's the same with me. When I reach middle age, I can't achieve anything. It's impossible to expect myself to be outstanding. Now I can only put my hope on the next generation. 】

[Stop talking, my son is secretly playing with his phone again, I'll beat him up first, and vent my anger before we talk. 】

【…】

[Suddenly distressed! 】

[After the parents and teachers, there is another big mountain on the post-[-]s. 】

[Should I be thankful that my dad doesn't know how to surf the Internet! 】

[Upstairs, you think too much, the same world, the same father, just wait! 】

……

When the outside world was disturbing, Meng Zezhi, who was the center of the topic, was interviewing students at home.

Jingcheng University set the postgraduate interview time at the end of March. Before that, Meng Zezhi had received no less than [-] sets of magnetic letters, including mathematics and biology.

The so-called cover letter is a self-recommendation letter written by a candidate who has passed the preliminary examination of the postgraduate examination and wants to apply for a postgraduate under his name.

Today's Meng Zezhi is in the limelight, and anyone who dares to send him a set of magnetic letters at this juncture can imagine that his grades will not be bad.

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 are given priority to those who have won the first prize of scientific research at or above the provincial level during the university, those who have published papers in core journals are preferred, and those who have won three-year national scholarships are preferred (at the university level, they can receive national scholarships up to three times)...

Those who apply for doctoral candidates must firstly have published three core journals as the second author in the postgraduate stage, and secondly, they 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 take them.

According to this standard, Meng Zezhi screened out [-] resumes, and then specially emailed these [-] students to make an appointment for a video interview.

For this reason, Meng Zezhi specially spared the weekend time.

……

"How much do you know about the Riemann Hypothesis?"

The Riemann Hypothesis is one of the 20 mathematical problems proposed by Hilbert at the Second International Congress of Mathematicians that mathematicians should try to solve in the 23th century. Goldbach's conjecture is recognized as the commanding height of mathematics in the 20th century.

It is also something that Meng Zezhi plans to study in the next stage.

"Riemann Hypothesis?" On the other end of the video, the short-haired boy said calmly: "The Riemann Hypothesis was proposed by the German mathematician Riemann in the mid-nineteenth century. It is one of the most useful clues to prove this hypothesis. From function theory, it reveals that the imaginary part of the zero point 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... That's all I know!"

After speaking, he looked at Meng Zezhi nervously.

"En." Meng Zezhi responded lightly, flipped through his resume, graduated from Jiangxi University, had a letter of recommendation written by Professor Feng Keqin, and published two papers on the twin prime number conjecture in core journals during college. Received a two-year national scholarship.

Judging from the interview situation just now, he has a wide range of knowledge and a solid foundation. He is a promising student.

Thinking of this, Meng Zezhi put down the resume in his hand, raised his head and asked, "Are you a polite person?"

"Yes." The short-cut boy tried his best to maintain a calm face, but the fine beads of sweat on his forehead revealed the uneasiness in his heart at the moment.

"Have you ever been to the capital?"

"No, no time and no chance."

Meng Zezhi smiled and said: "It's okay, as long as you want, you will have plenty of time to experience the prosperity of this city in the future."

How can a boy with a flat-cut head not understand the hidden meaning in this sentence, his eyes lit up, his face couldn't hide his excitement: "Thank you teacher, thank you teacher."

After cutting off the video, Meng Zezhi heaved a sigh of relief and rubbed his neck with his hand. At this moment, Zhu Zhengqing pushed the door in with a water glass.

"How did the interview go?"

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: "Why don't you go to Chen's private restaurant 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 interviewer.

Still an acquaintance.

"Professor Meng." Zhou Jialue tried to keep his mind as calm as possible.

The ghost knows what she has experienced in the past few months. When Professor Meng handed her an olive branch and asked her if she would continue to study with him for a Ph.

Who would have thought that half a year later, the wife-beating scumbag would become a national treasure-level scholar.

I really complied with the phrase 'today you ignore me, but tomorrow I will make you unable to climb high'.

Then she applied for Professor Meng's doctoral student thickly and shamelessly.

Meng Zezhi really has a good feeling for her. At least the thesis she completed independently really surprised him. Not everyone can calm down and spend two years just to solve a problem.

Such students are the most preferred by academic tutors.

As for the rejection by Zhou Jia back then, Meng Zezhi didn't take it to heart at all.

Since he is an acquaintance and has already decided to admit him, Meng Zezhi's expression is naturally not as serious as when interviewing other students.

As for why there is still this interview, it is because Meng Zezhi feels that since you have applied for the exam seriously, then I must have to go through the motions.

He asked casually, "Did you check the paper for plagiarism?"

"Check it out." Zhou Jia was trembling, a little confused.

"How much is the double-check rate?" Meng Zezhi put her resume aside, picked up the resume of the next interviewer, and started to look through it.

Zhou Jia, who watched it, was terrified and lost her breath in an instant: "Hundred, 5.00%."

"Not bad." Meng Zezhi gave a pertinent evaluation, and then said: "Okay, let's stop 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 realized it, the video had already been hung up.

Wait, what did Professor Meng say just now?

next semester--

Her eyes lit up, and she stood up from her seat in a flash, shouting that it was too good, while throwing herself on the bed and rolling over.

Hearing the sound, Zhou's father pushed the door open and walked in, with a nervous expression on his face: "Xiao Jia, what's the matter?"

He knew about Zhou Jia's affairs, which were related to his daughter's future, so Zhou Jia didn't need to be less anxious in his heart.

"It's over, it's over!" Zhou Jia got up from the bed and hugged Zhou's father: "Fortunately, Professor Meng doesn't remember villains."

Zhou's father smiled with pride on his face: "That's right, I don't even think about who Meng's father is..."

Then Zhou Jia looked at her old father who was 1.9 meters tall and weighed [-] catties with a strange expression, and began to praise her father Meng one by one.

After interviewing all twenty students, Meng Zezhi selected four doctoral students and six master students as he wished.

The next day, Meng Zezhi reported the names of these students to the school, at least no one could be dismissed by the school during the retest.

That afternoon, Meng Zezhi received a call from Andrew, saying that Jiang Qiyang had sent it back.

This was the first time Meng Zezhi met Jiang Qiyang.

Jiang Qiyang, who has been transformed by the system, 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 responsible for escorting Jiang Qiyang back to the country is a Chinese: "This kid is very evil, and he almost ran away several times on the way. I was afraid of another accident, so I broke his two legs and gave him some medicine. "

Meng Zezhi didn't sympathize with this, he just said: "I want to talk to him."

"Then be careful."

As he said that, the captain winked at the crew beside him, who nodded, turned around and left the cabin, and came back with a bucket of seawater in his hand.He splashed the bucket of seawater on Jiang Qiyang's face, and retreated with the captain.

"Cough cough."

With the sound of the iron door closing, Jiang Qiyang slowly woke up, followed by an overwhelming dull pain.

"Damn-"

Then a strange voice came from beside my ear: "Jiang Qiyang, how does it feel to be folded in a woman's hand?"

Jiang Qiyang suddenly raised his head and saw the person coming, his eyes shot out a ray of hatred: "Meng Zezhi—it really is you who killed me behind my back."

Meng Ze knew but smiled and said nothing.

Jiang Qiyang's face was pale and white, he gritted his teeth and said: "Just because of Yan Shijun's matter, it doesn't matter that you caused me to lose tens of millions of investment back then, are you going to kill me now?"

"At this point, Jiang Qiyang, do you still want to argue?" Meng Zezhi said calmly, "Then let me ask you, who persuaded Chen Yinglong to poison me back then, and who wrote the bottle of mental poison?"

Jiang Qiyang's pupils tightened: "How do you know?"

"If you want people not to know, you have to do nothing yourself." Meng Zezhi said coldly.

Jiang Qiyang could clearly hear the murderous intent in Meng Zezhi's tone. A look of panic flashed across his face, and he begged for mercy instantly: "Meng Zezhi, Professor Meng, I know I was wrong. There is a lot of money, as long as you let me go, I will give you a billion dollars, no, 20 billion dollars."

Meng Zezhi was unmoved.

Jiang Qiyang's tone was messy: "You don't want money? Whatever you want, I can give you whatever you want——"

Meng Zezhi said condescendingly: "I want your life."

Jiang Qiyang was flustered, he shouted hysterically in his heart: "System, save me, save me—"

The system poured cold water on him without hesitation: "The host's current reputation balance of 1 points is not enough to pay for the 100 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 in an instant, and his anger erupted like a volcanic eruption. Since he couldn't escape, he had to pull some backs before he died.

Thinking of this, a touch of madness rose in his eyes, and he said immediately: "System, exchange for a grenade for me."

"Received the instruction, exchange it for a grenade, and deduct [-] reputation points."

As soon as the words fell, a pitch-black grenade appeared in Jiang Qiyang's hand.

Jiang Qiyang suddenly raised his head and looked at Meng Zezhi, with a frenzied expression on his face: "Since I can't live, then don't think about it—"

As he said that, he reached out to pull the ring of the grenade.

But at this moment, a bright light shot out from Meng Zezhi's body, and entered Jiang Qiyang's body along the grenade.

"What?" Jiang Qiyang screamed, and subconsciously threw the grenade out.

When he reacted, the pain was like a flood, hitting his mind wave after wave.

"Ah—" He couldn't help rolling over on the ground, screaming incessantly.

Half a minute later, the light returned to Meng Zezhi.

Then, the cold voice of the system sounded in his mind: "The star cultivation system has been recycled, and Jiang Qiyang's memory has been erased."

Hearing this, Meng Zezhi was completely relieved. He took one last look at Jiang Qiyang who seemed to have passed out on the ground, picked up the grenade, opened the door of the cabin 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 include drug trafficking and tax evasion, but they were planted by Novartis.

Meng Zezhi said: "Then trouble your company to send him to prison!"

"Ok."