The invitation was sent by Chen Yinglong. He is going to marry Xu Jiaqing, and the wedding date is set at the end of this month.

This was a demonstration to Meng Zezhi, and it was a reminder for him.

Because according to the plot, after the wedding, Chen Yinglong, who thought he had got his wish and was satisfied, became disillusioned, and then without hesitation, he pushed his disheartened predecessor to the roof of the hospital.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Zhengqing came over and saw the big characters 'Bride Xu Jiaqing' on the invitation card with just one glance, and his hand on his side tightened unconsciously.

"It's nothing," Meng Zezhi said calmly: "My ex-wife remarried and sent me an invitation."

Saying that, he threw the invitation card into the trash can beside his feet,

Seeing this scene, Zhu Zhengqing felt a lot better.

Meng Zezhi pushed the stool on his right to him: "How is the project preparation going?"

Zhu Zhengqing sat down and sighed slightly: "I don't have any clues for now."

He had already prepared a good project before, but it was based on the previous research results. Later, the research results were stolen, and the project plan was also stolen. Although the research results have finally been snatched back, the project plan has already been circulated, and it is difficult to guarantee that the people behind the scenes will not study it in advance. At that time, they will really lose their wives and lose their soldiers.

So just in case, Zhu Zhengqing could only make other plans.

It's just that the project can be prepared so easily.

The scale of the laboratory is limited, and large projects cannot be done. It is enough to do a moderate project once. If you do it again, you will be a little sorry for the favorable conditions that Beijing University gave him to invite him back from Harvard.

"Is that so," Meng Zezhi thought for a while and said, "How about you and I develop an AIDS vaccine together when I get the special medicine out?"

In this regard, Meng Zezhi did not come up with a whim. Although the development of the so-called special medicine was just like a gourd, it gave him a lot of inspiration. As early as last month, he had an idea in this regard.

Anyway, the special medicine is about to be produced by him, so let's just develop the vaccine to make it icing on the cake.

"Vaccine?" Zhu Zhengqing's eyes lit up, obviously a little moved.

"If you join, I have a 60% confidence in researching the vaccine." Meng Zezhi gave a conservative figure.

"Okay." Zhu Zhengqing agreed without hesitation.

He chose to believe Meng Zezhi.

"That's fine." Meng Zezhi said with a smile, "I'll send you a copy of the relevant documents in a couple of days."

"Well." Zhu Zhengqing nodded.

Before Meng Zezhi had finished dealing with the ten reviewers on the front foot, he fell ill on the back foot.

This time, instead of coughing, blood in the stool, and nausea, it was an unexplained persistent fever.

His condition worsened again.

Meng Zezhi knew that this state was obviously not suitable for staying in the laboratory anymore.

Fortunately, there is Zhu Zhengqing.

Meng Zezhi put a towel on his forehead, his face was pale, and he said helplessly: "The next thing, I will trouble you."

"Don't worry." Zhu Zhengqing said solemnly after straightening the quilt for him.

It's about the happiness of the rest of his life, how dare he ignore it!

Then, on the pretext of taking better care of Meng Zezhi, he dignifiedly occupied the Meng family's guest room.

Meng Zezhi saw it in his eyes, but did not smile.

Thanks to Jiang Qiyang, Chen Yinglong has really made a lot of money in the past two years. It is said that the film "Titanic" alone has distributed nearly 60 million in dividends, in US dollars.

In this way, Chen Yinglong naturally has the capital to make his and Xu Jiaqing's wedding extremely luxurious.

An entire five-star hotel is used as a venue, a luxury motorcade, 9.9 million betrothal gifts, 10 million diamond rings, and the wedding dress is from the famous designer Galliano, inlaid with 1,500 crystals and diamonds, 28 seamstresses It took more than 1,500 hours to sew it. The whole process was broadcast live, and the truth was confessed. The best man and bridesmaid group even included a small half of the entertainment circle...

But this has nothing to do with Meng Zezhi.

Because that afternoon, he received two sample journals and 30 single-volume editions containing only his papers from the Annals of Mathematics.

Although the Annals of Mathematics is named after a yearly journal, it is actually a bimonthly journal. It was first published by Harvard University, and later moved to Princeton University, which is known as the world center of mathematics. It is now jointly published by Princeton University and the Princeton Institute for Advanced Study. The review period is half a year.

Meng Zezhi submitted the manuscript at the end of November, but the paper has already been published in the journal to be published at the beginning of next month, which shows the efficiency and urgency of the "Annual of Mathematics".

Invisibly, Meng Zezhi actually enjoyed the treatment enjoyed by the guy who stole Zhu Zhengqing's research results. Of course, the other party relied on money to clear the way, and he relied on his own ability.

Meng Zezhi originally wanted to wait for Chen Yinglong to attack, and then find another opportunity to reveal his solution to Goldbach's conjecture, but he did not expect that the "Annual of Mathematics" would be so powerful, which saved him a lot of effort.

So he braced himself and went to the sanatorium with a sample magazine and five separate books.

"How did you become like this?" Professor Wan looked worried when he saw Meng Zezhi's look of weakness.

"It's okay, I just got tired some time ago." Meng Zezhi opened his eyes and said nonsense, then handed over the cardboard box in his hand: "Okay, I will give you a big gift on your ninetieth birthday. I bring you a great gift."

"I don't have my birthday until next month." Professor Wan blew his beard and stared, but still took the carton: "It's so heavy."

He opened the carton, and what caught his eye was the octagonal logo of the Annals of Mathematics.

In a trance, an absurd thought suddenly appeared in his heart.

Professor Wan couldn't help but looked up at Meng Zezhi, and then, as if he was mentally prepared, he stretched out his hand and opened the magazine. The title of the first article was "Four Ways to Prove Goldbach's Conjecture". The next look is the author column, with only one name on it: ZezhiMeng

Professor Wan couldn't help shaking his hands, and his heart was pounding, as if he was about to jump out of his chest in the next moment.

His lips trembled slightly, and his eyes moved down a little bit. In the address column, it was not written 'Jingcheng University' in black and white.

Can't go wrong-

He blushed and stared at the boss, and then without breathing, he fainted on the spot.

Meng Zezhi took a deep breath, and frantically rang the bell on the bedside.

Meng Zezhi's original intention was to give Professor Wan a preventive shot, so that when Chen Yinglong was in trouble, some bad news would reach his ears and teach him to sleep and eat.

Unexpectedly, he had good intentions, but in the end, he sent Professor Wan directly into the operating room.

Fortunately, it wasn't a big deal. Meng Zezhi stayed there all night, and early the next morning, Professor Wan finally woke up.

He said weakly: "It's not your fault, it's because I'm too old and can't stand the stimulation... The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and one mountain is taller than the other. As expected of my student, I accept this gift. "

Hearing this, the expressions of the Wan family members present were much better.

Meng Zezhi smiled and felt a little relieved. At this point, he didn't know, but the world outside had changed overnight.