From Being Grandpa: Nine hundred and fourteen. Nobel Prize winner platform

Zhang Ran has settled the matter and then leisurely basks in the sun again, giving guidance to the two little guys from time to time on their homework.

　　 Compared with those commercial things, such things give Zhang Ran a sense of accomplishment.

　　 Especially watching the next step growth of the younger generation under his guidance, this sense of accomplishment makes him very satisfied.

　　 But Zhang Ran is satisfied, Professor Zheng is not so easy here.

　　 "Old Zheng, stop frowning, Zhang Ran has helped. With his influence, he should be able to invite some people to help the platform." Qian Zhengkun comforted.

　　"Yes, Lao Zheng, there is no need to be so pessimistic, and Zhang Ran said that, in the future, you will go to Zhang Ran's laboratory to work.

　　With his financial strength, coupled with the unique things in his laboratory, then you will develop a more shocking project to slap them in the face. "The people on the side also comforted.

　　 Although the current result is much better than before, Professor Zheng still can't really feel relieved until the final result comes out.

　　Professor Zheng watched the old friends comforting himself one by one, and the original worries in his heart were slightly dissipated, and at the same time he felt warm.

　　 "Thank you." Professor Zheng said softly.

　　 Qian Zhengkun laughed and said: "Why are you thanking us? We have been old friends for so many years. When the time comes, people who will buy graves together, why are you so polite?"

　　 Indeed, they have already negotiated, and they will all be buried together in the future. Even if they die, they can be neighbors.

　　 Old professors like Qian Zhengkun also came from the countryside before, but after so many years, their hometown has forgotten them.

　　 They can't go back either. People who want to go back probably don't know them anymore.

　　 So in the end they also decided to buy a tomb and forget it on the spot. There is no need to always emphasize that the fallen leaves return to their roots.

　　 "Haha, Lao Zheng, don't talk about it, let's go drinking, how many years, we haven't really enjoyed a drink, take this opportunity, let's have a good meal." Someone suggested Tao.

　　Professor Zheng knew that the old friend wanted to get drunk and relieve his sorrows by himself, so he thought about it and said: "Okay, let's go, I will treat you."

　　 After talking about a few old men, they came to Professor Zheng's house arrogantly. There is no way. After all, they are old, and it is better to drink at home. At least someone will help to watch them.

　　 If you drink outside again, and if you drink too much, if you don’t pay attention, you may fall and the problem will become serious.

　　Professor Zheng’s wife also knew about their affairs, so they cooked some good food and bought good wine, but they didn’t stop them.

　　 However, Professor Zheng's wife still called Qian Zhengkun and their wife, and soon these people also came.

　　 But they didn't stop their men from drinking, they just didn't feel relieved.

　　 Professor Zheng didn't know how much he had drunk, anyway, he was deliberately drunk himself, otherwise he really couldn't sleep.

　　 Although this happened only about half a month ago, the impact on him was huge.

　　 Because once this matter fails the competition, it will have too much impact on him, especially his reputation.

　　 Taking advantage of this drunk, Professor Zheng had a good sleep.

　　 I don’t know how long it took before Professor Zheng woke up with a headache, and suddenly felt that his whole body didn’t look like his own.

　　, after all, age here, this kind of hangover is still a bit overwhelming.

　　 Fortunately, there was a hangover soup on the bedside table, and it was still warm, obviously prepared by my wife.

　　His wife can also guess what suits him and almost wake up. After all, after living for so many years, Professor Zheng has been drunk before.

　　 only in recent years because of physical reasons, it has been missing.

　　 After drinking the hangover soup and lying on the bed for a while, Professor Zheng finally recovered a bit.

　　 took a deep breath, got up slowly and got dressed.

　　 But as soon as I got out of the bedroom door, I heard his wife talking to someone, still in the voice of an old man.

　　 "Principal, why are you here?" Professor Zheng saw the principal of the school sitting on the sofa.

　　 "Why can't I come yet?" The principal said with a stern face.

　　 Professor Zheng, seeing him like this, seemed to think of something all of a sudden, and bursts of bitterness burst into his heart. Did he lose in the end?

　　 "Hey, principal, I admit punishment, I am willing to take all responsibilities, and I will write a resignation application tomorrow." The more Professor Zheng said, the more bitter he felt.

　　 I have decided to take care of the old age before, but in the end I still have no time to spare. I want to do a good project before retiring.

　　 But I didn't expect this ending, which made Professor Zheng very uncomfortable.

　　The principal has a serious face, "You really should be punished."

　　 Hearing him say this, the corners of Professor Zheng's mouth became more and more bitter, and his originally dizzy head became even more unreactive.

　　 But he didn’t see it, and the headmaster’s mouth showed a smile, "But it’s not writing a resignation report."

　　 "Huh?" Professor Zheng looked at the principal with some incomprehension, he had already pleaded guilty, what else?

　　 "Why didn't you say you knew Anderson earlier? If you have such a relationship, why don't you contact them earlier? At least our school can establish a little cooperative relationship with them." The principal said.

　　 "Anderson? Which Anderson?" Professor Zheng didn't react a bit~IndoMTL.com~ Which Anderson could it be? Of course it was the Nobel Prize Anderson. "The principal said.

　　 then said suspiciously: "Are you hiding something from me?"

　　 "Principal, you today...no, what was the result?" Professor Zheng seemed to react at this moment.

　　 Principal did not pretend at this time, and laughed and said: "What else, with Anderson's presence, of course you won.

　　The top journals need to give the face of a Nobel Prize winner no matter what. "

　　 "I... I won?" Professor Zheng seemed a little unbelievable, and he won in one night?

　　 And he thought he had lost before, but he didn't expect the flip to come so quickly.

　　 "Of course, you have invited Anderson, there must be no problem, I am still a little curious, how did you ask Anderson?" the principal asked.

　　 In fact, this is what he cares most about. A Professor Zheng hasn't been able to make him truly moved. Even if Professor Zheng fails to compete, it is only a small problem.

　　 But the friendship of a Nobel Prize winner is indeed very important, because it represents a lot of meaning.

　　Professor Zheng is still a little dazed at this time, but he reacts very quickly. He doesn't know Anderson, or he knows Anderson, but Anderson doesn't know him.

　　 Then the result is obvious!