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Shen Liang was dazed for a while listening to the general manager's words.

Do you promote yourself well?

Last month, I was criticized by my supervisor for failing to promote data.

Can play basketball also show organization and coordination skills?

Even if there is... that doesn't have anything to do with me, right?

In that basketball game, I only played a few minutes on the court as a substitute, and I didn't get a point.

Is this... a good result?

Seeing that Shen Liang didn't reply, the general manager couldn't help but say again: "Of course, if you don't like the job of game director, you can choose other jobs."

At this time, Shen Liang finally came back to his senses and hurriedly said: "I like it, I like the job of the game director!"

Be aware of...

The game department is the most profitable department of the Penguin Group, no one!

At the same time, it is also the department that Shen Liang most wants to enter.

Now...not only can I go to the game department, but I can also directly become a supervisor!

If this is rejected, Shen Liang feels that he will have to take the regret medicine as food in the future.

"That's great. Tomorrow, you can go directly to the game department to report." The general manager said.

Shen Liang nodded happily, but silently thanked Lin Fan in his heart.

He understands that all of this... is all because of Lin Fan.

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On the other hand, it took Hu Tian two days to finally make a paper on the proof process of the hail conjecture written by Lin Fan.

Then, in the name of Lin Fan, it was sent to "Mathematics Annual", one of the four top mathematics journals.

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At this time, it is the early morning in the United States.

Felder, the editor of the Annals of Mathematics, tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep at all, complaining incessantly: "In the future, if someone invites me to drink coffee at night, I will definitely say FUCK to that person!"

Felder tried to sleep for another half-day, but never succeeded.

In desperation, he finally got up and sighed: "What should I do now? Play games for a while? Forget it, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep all night with excitement."

"Watching a movie for a while? If you are with a beautiful woman, it should be a good thing."

Felder thought for a moment, then said, "Maybe, I should check the mailbox... Maybe there will be some boring manuscripts, that stuff is a good thing for hypnosis."

As he spoke, he had already walked to the desk and turned on the computer.

He also murmured: "Get up in the middle of the night to work... Is there anyone in this world who loves work more than me? Editor-in-chief Ryan should really give me more bonuses."

"Ding Dong!"

As soon as Feld logged into his mailbox, a message appeared in the lower right corner of the screen.

"The proof process of the hail conjecture? Someone still sent this kind of manuscript. I can almost imagine the boring content in it... But, this is exactly what I want!"

As Feld spoke, he opened the email.

At first, he just glanced at it casually.

But, gradually, he began to frown...

As editor of the Annals of Mathematics, Feld does not mean that he knows nothing about mathematics.

On the contrary, his mathematical ability and vision are better than that of ordinary mathematics professors, and they are not inferior.

Felder murmured: "This manuscript doesn't seem to be so boring... Moreover, it seems to have some truth..."

Then, he slowly set his eyes on the author's name in the lower right corner.

"Huaxia Jiangbei University, Lin Fan?"

Seeing this... Feld seemed to think of something, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Lin Fan? That Lin Fan who answered Zhou's conjecture and the twin prime conjecture?"

Nowadays, most foreigners, perhaps, don't know Lin Fan.

However, Lin Fan's name can be said to be well-known in the mathematics community.

Feld said: "If it's him... this shouldn't be a manuscript that I can review, let's pass it to Editor-in-Chief Ryan, so he can see at a glance what I'm still working **** in the middle of the night. "

Speaking of which, Feld forwarded the email directly.

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The next day, early in the morning.

Editor-in-Chief Ryan has a habit of spending an hour every morning reading all his emails.

It wasn't long before he noticed Feld's forwarded email.

When Ryan saw the subject of the email, he frowned and said, "Felder, why are you throwing everything at me! It was sent in the middle of the night, did he have a high fever in the middle of the night?"

In his opinion, as an editor of a top mathematics journal, one should have the most basic judgment.

It is one of the most basic judgments to throw papers that solve the hail conjecture, the Riemann conjecture, and the Goldbach conjecture into the trash without hesitation.

Rain did not read the paper, but habitually glanced at the author's name.

The next moment, like Feld, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Lin Fan?!"

Afterwards, Ryan's expression turned solemn, and with extremely focused eyes, he carefully flipped through the paper.

After a long time, he rubbed his slightly sour brows and said, "It's an incredible calculation, but whether the calculation is correct or not, it still needs to be reviewed by a professor at the top level."

Laine murmured, "Professor Jeffrey of Preston is an expert in abstract algebra, so let him review it."

Then, after covering up the author's name, he forwarded it to Professor Edwin.

Then, Ryan sent Feld a message: Your hard work, I see it all, this month... your bonus will be doubled.

Feld: Thank you, Editor-in-Chief Ryan!

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Preston, Institute for Advanced Study in Mathematics.

After a young man finished his work, he glanced at Professor Jeffrey, who almost buried himself in the book, and asked, "Professor, you seem to have a lot of work to do? Need help? Do you have a sandwich?"

Jeffrey raised his head slowly and smiled: "The work can never be finished, but the meal must be eaten. Let me eat with you."

"Ding Dong!"

At this moment ~IndoMTL.com~ an email popped up from the computer in front of Jeffrey.

He simply clicked the mouse.

The next moment, Jeffrey's whole body was immobilized as if he had been immobilized, and his whole body remained motionless for a moment, only a pair of eyes stared straight at the screen, the series of complex calculations.

The young man could not help but whisper: "Professor? Professor?"

Jeffrey then reacted and said, "Oh, oh...you better bring me a sandwich, I still have work to do."

Young people complained in their hearts: Didn't you just say that the work will never be finished, but the meal must be eaten? How has it changed now?

Of course, he only dared to complain in his heart.

And Jeffrey didn't answer him at all, always staring at the screen with excitement on his face.

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