Meng Zezhi spent the whole afternoon cleaning up the rubbish in the living room, and then replaced all the daily necessities in the house with a new set according to his predecessor's habits, not even the tableware and chopsticks.

Early the next morning, he drove to Beijing University.

As a professor, his predecessor had his own independent office at Jingcheng University. The place is not big, about forty square meters, equipped with a desk, a set of filing cabinets, a set of sofa coffee table, and a whole wall of books and periodicals.

Xu Jiaqing's incident happened at the end of July, when it was summer vacation, so although her predecessor was depressed for more than a month, it did not affect her work.

It was the start of school, and as usual, Meng Zezhi sent a message to the student group, asking the students to come to him with papers in batches.

The predecessor studied mathematics, but unlike his teacher, Professor Wan Zhexian, who was mainly engaged in the study of typical groups and geometry, the main research direction of the predecessor was number theory.

He brought a total of six doctoral students and fifteen graduate students under his name, all of them three-year programs.

After sending the message, Meng Zezhi walked to the bookshelf and pulled out two journals following his memory.

The name of the journal is "Huaguo Mathematical Journal". Among the nineteen core mathematics journals in China, the influence of "Huaguo Mathematical Journal" can only be ranked in the middle and lower reaches. The two previous papers in the academic fraud scandal were published in these two journals.

The main task Meng Zezhi can't do for the time being, and Jiang Qiyang is calling for wind and rain in Hollywood right now. As for Chen Yinglong, how could he be an ordinary person who can freely spend 50 million to invest in Jiang Qiyang's films and TV series - it is said that when his father coughed, the domestic sugar industry would tremble three times.

He is a scholar and has no power or power. It is really not a wise move to go up and be tough with Jiang Qiyang.

Therefore, Meng Zezhi decided to start with the side task - restoring the reputation of his predecessor.

There are three blemishes on his predecessor: domestic violence caused his wife to miscarry, academic fraud, and chaos in his private life.

There was not much time left for Meng Zezhi. Five months later, these two papers were plagiarized and became the trigger for his predecessor to commit suicide by jumping off the building.

Meng Zezhi briefly went through these two papers and had some considerations in his mind.

Those who study number theory will inevitably imagine that one day they will be able to solve one or more worldwide number theory problems - Goldbach's conjecture, twin prime number conjecture, Riemann hypothesis, Fermat's last theorem...

The most well-known among them should be Goldbach's conjecture.

In the 1930s, the Huaguo School of Analytical Number Theory, represented by Hua Luogeng, emerged.

In 1956, Academician Wang Yuan successively proved the "3+4", "3+3", "2+3" and "1+4" problems.

In 1962, Academician Pan Chengdong and Barbane of the Soviet Union proved the "1+5" problem.

In 1966, Academician Chen Jingrun proved the "1+2" ​​problem, and in 1978, he proved the "1+1" upper bound formula.

It is precisely because Chinese mathematicians have made outstanding contributions to the proof of Goldbach's conjecture that this conjecture has been labeled as a "political label" beyond academic significance by the country at an early stage, inspiring younger mathematicians all the time.

Affected by this, after the predecessor was selected as the Yangtze River Scholar, Yi Gaoren boldly shifted the research direction to Goldbach's conjecture.

But unfortunately, the predecessor failed to solve this problem. But this is not to say that his research is useless. Thirty-five years later, his only daughter successfully proved this conjecture based on his research.

Unfortunately, the child is gone.

Meng Zezhi shook his head.

The two previous papers published in the "Huaguo Mathematical Journal" are precisely about Goldbach's conjecture.

At that time, the predecessor had been poisoned, and the decline in IQ caused his research work to be in trouble. However, the school has strict requirements. Professor-level tutors need to publish at least two core journal papers every year, and the number and quality of papers are directly linked to scientific research projects and funding.

I couldn't produce the research results, emotions gradually lost control, and became explosive and irritable. Because of this, predecessor didn't think much about it, but blamed it on too much work pressure.

No one likes to deal with a person who gets angry when they disagree with one word. After going back and forth, colleagues in the department gradually distanced themselves from the predecessor, and those students in the predecessor were also scolded and afraid by him, and they would not come to him unless they had to.

Except for one person.

That person was Zhang Fangxu, a former doctoral student disciple.

Zhang Fangxu resisted the previous storm and reported to the laboratory on time every day. With his help, the predecessor wrote these two papers with difficulty.

Think about it and know that the level of these two papers is not high, but fortunately, it is still possible to submit to "Huaguo Mathematical Journal".

Considering that Zhang Fangxu helped him a lot, the predecessor also thought of adding his name to the paper and listing him as the second author.

But Zhang Fangxu refused. He asked his predecessor for 30,000 yuan, on the grounds that his father was sick and hospitalized with kidney failure, his condition was very serious, and the family's medical expenses were not enough.

The predecessor listened to it and agreed. After all, the level of these two papers is not high, and with a second author, the gold content is even lower.

The predecessor happily gave Zhang Fangxu 60,000 yuan.

How can things be so simple-

Zhang Fangxu's father was indeed hospitalized with kidney failure and his condition was very serious.

Then Chen Yinglong approached him and promised to pay for his father's medical expenses until his father completed the kidney transplant operation, but he needed Zhang Fangxu to help him with a few things.

Zhang Fangxu agreed.

The predecessor never imagined that every time Zhang Fangxu entered the laboratory, he would photograph his predecessor's manuscripts, reorganize them and put them away after returning. When the results came out, the predecessor wrote the thesis, and he followed it. After writing, he specially asked his classmates to help check for formatting errors, and then pretended to take the finished paper and went to the predecessor...

When the paper was published, the name of the predecessor was written in the author's column.

The former first-time students didn't know about it at all, and when they saw this result, there was an uproar.

At this time, Zhang Fangxu's acting skills were close to that of the best actor. He was angry when he should be angry, and aggrieved when he should be wronged. When his classmates asked him, he hinted that their predecessor had given him a compensation.

Seeing that Zhang Fangxu didn't pursue it, the former students didn't dare to rush forward. After all, it was none of their business to hang up, not to mention that the city gate caught fire and hit Chiyu, and the predecessor collapsed, it was definitely not a good thing for them.

It's just that they don't know what they're thinking behind their backs.

Five months later, under the instigation of Chen Yinglong, Zhang Fangxu jumped out to accuse his predecessor of stealing his research results. As soon as the evidence was presented, the predecessor could not argue, and was directly thrown into the abyss.

It's actually not that difficult to break through.

To put it bluntly, the predecessor was not heavy enough, and no one was willing to protect him.

Meng Zezhi stopped tapping the table with his left index finger, and his eyes fell on the large characters of Goldbach's conjecture in the abstract of the paper.

He is a physics student, focusing on biophysics, and he is inevitably involved in various disciplines. Although the world he originally lived in was also a small world, the level of technology was a lot higher than this world. At least in their place, Goldbach's conjecture had become a conclusion.

Although Meng Zezhi didn't know how this conjecture was proved, it didn't prevent him from believing in his ability, especially if he had the memory of his predecessor.

The main thing is that, at the moment, he has no other choice but this path.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Meng Zezhi put away the two journals.

The office door was pushed open, and six students walked in, standing a meter away from the desk, including Zhang Fangxu.

"professor!"

"Yeah." Meng Zezhi didn't plan to chat with them to get closer. He reached out and knocked on the table, and Zhang Fangxu quickly put the paper in his hand.

Meng Zezhi raised his head and glanced at him. Zhang Fangxu looked average, thin and tall, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his expression was as usual, and he didn't look like he had done something wrong at all.

Suddenly meeting Meng Zezhi's deep eyes, there was a momentary illusion, Zhang Fangxu felt as if the secrets of his whole body were exposed under the gaze of this gaze.

His heart stagnated, and when he fixed his eyes and looked again, Meng Zezhi had already withdrawn his gaze.

He looked surprised, could it be an illusion!

There was a sudden uneasiness in his heart.

Meng Zezhi spent more than ten minutes to go through the thesis in detail. I have to say that Zhang Fangxu is indeed a bit skilled. His predecessor didn't care about these students for more than a year except for normal classes. He can still write this. It is already very good for a paper of the same level.

Just a pity!

Meng Zezhi circled two mistakes in the paper with a pen, and then returned the paper to Zhang Fangxu: "Go back and revise these areas carefully, and you can send it out after you have made the corrections."

"Thank you, Professor!" Zhang Fangxu was overjoyed, and instantly forgot what happened just now.

Then a short-haired girl handed the paper to Meng Zezhi.

Meng Zezhi flipped through a few pages and threw the paper back directly: "What is written in a mess, rewrite it."

Seeing this scene, the short-haired girl almost gritted her teeth, but she dared not speak out.

"The bull's head is not the horse's mouth, change it!"

"You have too few things of your own, and it is unlikely that you will pass the draft."

"You made up the data yourself!"

After sending the three students away, Meng Zezhi loosened the tie around his neck, took the paper from the last female student, and turned two pages. .

Zhou Jia subconsciously clenched her fingers, not daring to take a breath.

After a full quarter of an hour, Meng Zezhi finished reading the whole paper. He looked up at Zhou Jia: "You did this independently?"

It's not Zhou Jia's conspiracy theory, but Meng Zezhi's notoriety. She subconsciously thought, does Meng Zezhi also want to invade her thesis?

She subconsciously wanted to ask other people for help, but there was no one around. She then remembered that she was the last one and everyone else had left. Confused, she bit her lip and nodded.

"That's right." Meng Zezhi praised him sincerely, and he became fond of talents: "Are you interested in continuing to study with me after you graduate with a master's degree?"

Zhou Jia was stunned for a moment, what does this mean?

She subconsciously wanted to refuse, but she was afraid of offending Meng Zezhi, so she could only say cautiously: "I...I haven't considered whether to study a Ph.D., I'm getting old..."

"Oh." Meng Zezhi was a little disappointed.

He still understands the truth of rejecting if he doesn't agree immediately.