Galton put down a document in his hand, picked up the document placed next to it, and tilted his head slightly: "Where did this argument come from?"
The assistant who was sorting out other documents in the office heard this and came over to take a look.
Every year, many new papers are included in the federation, and there are even more new arguments. Continental University gathers almost all the top talents in the world, and produces a large number of high-quality papers. .
Therefore, the quality of the papers received from major mathematics unions and universities outside the country each year is mostly not as good as that of Continental University.
This document is very thin, consisting of an ellipse's infinitely solved L equation and the following part of the argument. It is a bit strange to be picked out alone among this pile of new papers.
"From the Engineering Institute of Peking University." The assistant knew where the person was from after seeing the icon below. He then looked at the signature of the paper and narrowed his eyes slightly. "I've never heard of this person's name. I'll go check it out."
"Academy of Engineering..." Galton narrowed his eyes slightly.
While the assistant was checking the signature on the paper, Galton was flipping through the paper. Just as he had guessed, it was indeed an infinite solution, and the process was quite detailed.
It just looks a bit weird overall.
Some formulas are concise, some are overly descriptive, and some are vague...
...
...
Except for the final argument, everything else is not rigorous and some parts are not perfect. Perhaps because of these reasons, the impact factor of this paper is not particularly high.
Galton stared at the concise formulas in the major titles and fell into deep thought.
"Doctor, I found it," the assistant quickly searched for Pei Xi's information, "She graduated from M University and returned to China two years ago. She submitted this paper to the Beijing base and applied for a patent last November."
Galton glanced at the information, thought about it, put down the paper, and called Meng Fu.
"Teacher?" On the other end of the phone, the housekeeper asked Meng Fu to go to dinner. Meng Fu had already stood up and was ready to leave the greenhouse.
Galton put down the paper in his hand and said, "Remember the proof of the difficult problem set you wrote last year?"
Meng Fu opened the door, walked out, and said vigilantly: "I have a fever recently."
Galton: “…”
"Hello, hello, the signal is not very good, teacher, I'll hang up first..."
"I didn't ask you to write a second article," he held his forehead and gritted his teeth, "I asked if you have the manuscript."
"Oh," Meng Fu closed the door and regained her composure, "Dean Li's place."
"Does Miss-pei know him?" Galton continued to ask.
Meng Fu walked into the house and said slowly, "I don't know him."
Not knowing each other was also within Galton's expectations. Meng Fu did not associate with people in this circle, so it should be a coincidence. However, this coincidence made Galton feel weird.
Meng Fu started writing that argument in late September or early October, and Galton had the information.
At that time, Galton checked the database and found that no one had proved the L equation. The one in my hand came out in November.
Meng Fu wrote it before the other party.
Galton kept this matter in mind, not because he was suspicious, but because Miss-pei's writing was not perfect. In the complete electronic manuscript that Meng Fu handed over to him later, the proof of the L equation was very complete.
Galton originally wanted to single out hers, but now there is Miss-pei's. Although Miss-pei's is not as perfect as Meng Fu's, she applied for it in advance. Meng Fu's can be published in SCI, but cannot be applied for a patent.
However, Galton did not intend to tell Meng Fu, as he was afraid that Meng Fu might be even happier if he told her.
**
Here, Meng Fu was already at the dining table, eating with the Yang family.
"Uncle, how is your leg lately?" Meng Fu picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and looked at Yang Lai.
The Yang family used to follow Old Lady Duan's style when eating, not talking while eating or sleeping, but now they are having a great time and chatting casually.
Meng Fu lifted her leg, and Madam Yang showed some joy on her face, "Doctor Qin invited Miss Qiao, the one who filmed the emergency room with you. Your uncle's leg has been getting sick less and less recently. Although this Doctor Qiao is young, he is really good at using silver needles. Grandma also has some problems, so let Doctor Qiao take a look at her when the time comes."
In other words, it doesn’t hurt anymore.
Meng Fu nodded, as if thinking about something, and she didn't listen afterwards. It seemed that these were indeed effective for Yang Lai's legs.
Qiao Le learned the essence.
"I asked someone to buy movie tickets and I'm waiting for you to come and watch it," Madam Yang said to Yang Lai, then looked at Yang Hua and the others, "It's Afu's Mutants 3. I haven't read the spoilers online, but it's already grossed 800 million today. I heard that every cinema is full."
The main reason is that there are too many movies during the Spring Festival, and Meng Fu’s movies have a screening rate of up to 50%, but it is still in short supply.
Several people talked about movies.
Meng Fu put down her chopsticks and thought for a moment, "I have to go back to school this afternoon, I have other things to do."
"Are you in such a hurry?" Mrs. Yang said regretfully, "Okay then, I'll ask the driver to pick you up when I'm done."
After dinner, Meng Fu went directly to Peking University.
Mrs. Yang took Jiang Xinchen to see the room upstairs. He was only in high school, and Mrs. Yang was worried about him living outside. Yang Lai still wanted to train him, so it would be more convenient for him to live in the Yang family.
After they went upstairs, Yang Lai looked at the housekeeper and asked, "Have you found a teacher for Xinchen?"
"The former head teacher of Miss Liufang is now teaching a new student. Mr. Jiang's student status has been transferred to her, right?" Butler Yang replied.
Yang Lai nodded, "I'll ask Baozhu to send his file over. They're going to see a movie later, and I'll take him to see the principal of No. 1 Middle School tomorrow."
**
Beijing University.
The Perfumery Department has seven days off during the Chinese New Year, mainly because the Perfumery Department consists of people from large families.
There are many things to do during the Chinese New Year, including sacrifices, family gatherings, and especially the closure of the temples.
Meng Fu came to Peking University to find Dean Li.
The Yang family's car took her to the several bases separated from Peking University.
"Thank you." Meng Fu thanked the driver politely, then picked up her backpack, pulled up her mask, and walked directly towards the Engineering Academy.
The Yang family driver looked at the road sign beside the road -
【—Front Engineering Institute】
【
He couldn't help but take a closer look at Meng Fu. Working for the Yang family, he naturally knew that Meng Fu seemed to be studying perfume.
There are no classes in Building C at this time. Why is Miss Meng here?
The driver of the Yang family looked over and saw a car honking behind him. He glanced in the rearview mirror and saw it was also a local black car. He quickly turned a corner, gave way to the black car, and drove back to the Yang family.
Most of the engineering academies are on holiday, so there are not many people here at this time.
Meng Fu was checking WeChat on her phone. Duan Yan and Liang Si were both asking her if she had returned to Beijing.
Duan Yan: [Is Junior Sister back? 】
Liang Si: [Junior sister, why didn’t you say anything after you received the red envelope? 】
Meng Fu remained calm: [I’m in seclusion filming. 】
As soon as she finished replying, Dean Li's car parked in his parking space. The two math geniuses liked to keep track of time. "It's just right. Come with me to the office first."
Dean Li took Meng Fu into the office with a pile of documents.
The Academy of Engineering is very large, covering an area of nearly 2,000 square meters. The laboratory building in the middle is 30 stories high, and the dark glass reflects cold light.
In the elevator, several people who were watching Dean Li get off the elevator couldn't help but discuss together.
"Dean Li is here today?"
"Who is that person next to him?"
"So young, is he the new honorary professor?"
"Looking from behind, they don't look like him."
There are not many female researchers and professors in the laboratory, only a few on each floor, and most of them are middle-aged professors. Among the younger ones, the most familiar one to everyone is Pei Xi.
"Take a look at this." Dean Li's assistant and associate professor were not in the office, so Dean Li handed the sealed document in his hand to Meng Fu.
And took two teacups and went outside to make tea.
The file is a bit thick.
When he came in, Meng Fu had already flipped halfway through and was still flipping through it.
Dean Li's eyebrows twitched involuntarily.
"The propeller model," Dean Li put the cup in front of her, and without even looking at her, he told her the main point, "This year, there are two major domestic support priorities. One is nuclear submarines. You know we don't like fighting and killing. Their person in charge came to me, but I didn't agree. The other is aerospace propulsion. I'm in charge of the aerospace propulsion project. Halfway through the progress, I want to add a special team."
Aerospace models are all large-scale mathematical formulas and complicated drawings, which require special calculation models to calculate errors. Such calculations require formulas and someone to specifically calculate the models.
Dean Li read Meng Fu's analysis of the problem and knew that the knowledge in her mind now completely surpassed what a doctor could master.
Dean Li really has no temper for this kind of thing.
It would be fine if he hadn't read Meng Fu's paper, but since he had, he would definitely want Meng Fu to participate.
Meng Fu flipped to the end and looked at Dean Li. Just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted by Dean Li, "You can form your own team. The rocket is scheduled to be launched on October 15th. You should know how important it is for a student's resume to participate in such a major project."
Dean Li finally gave Meng Fu a reason that he couldn't refuse: "This team includes but is not limited to freshmen."
Indeed, as Dean Li said, this resume is very rare for a student.
Even senior researchers from the Academy of Engineering are trying their best to join President Li's research team.
If Meng Xun wants to reach this point, she will have to work hard for at least ten years.
This is the difference between the top scorer in Zhouda’s independent enrollment examination and ordinary people.
Meng Fu tapped the table with his fingers, lost in thought.
After a while, Meng Fu looked up, "If it's not limited to, is senior high school okay?"
"Ahem," Dean Li, who was drinking tea, almost choked to death. He looked up and said, "Can you say it again?"
Dean Li thought it was outrageous enough that I had to be a freshman, but I had to be a senior?
"No," Meng Fu expressed regret, "Okay, give me the algorithm, and our team will be three..."
At this point, Meng Fu thought of Yang Zhaolin. She paused and said, "I'll think about the personnel again. I might need to add one more person, not a senior high school student, but a PhD in mathematics."
As long as Meng Fu is willing, she wouldn't mind having two more Dean Lis, let alone one more PhD.
What's more, the doctors who are familiar with Meng Fu will not achieve low achievements in the future.
With this calculation, Dean Li still made the profit.
Meng Fu's starting point was too high. As a student of Galton's laboratory at the University of Continental China, he was able to come to Peking University. At that time, the president of Peking University felt that he had been given a pie in the sky.
"Okay." Dean Li made the final decision.
Meng Fu sent a message to tell Galton about this, then looked up at Dean Li and said, "I want to use the machine room."
Dean Li personally took Meng Fu into the mechanical room.
After Meng Fu went in, he directly borrowed the test bench, took out the finished model from his bag, used a few welding ports to connect several parts, found a chip, and turned on the laboratory computer.
Dean Li was chatting with the person in charge of the mechanical room when he noticed that the person in charge had stopped talking.
Dean Li paused, turned around, and saw Meng Fu sitting in front of the computer. On her computer, lines of code were jumping and inputting instructions into the chip in the card slot.
Dean Li was forced to explain to the person in charge: "Well, I'm in the Computer Department..."
Shit, I can’t continue this story!
**
In the evening, Meng Fu had not planned to go back to the Yang family, but because she was thinking about Yang Zhaolin, she went back.
When she arrived at Yang's house, Mrs. Yang had gone to the movies and had not returned yet.
Yang Lai and Yang Zhaolin packed up and prepared to go out.
"Uncle, where are you going?" Meng Fu got out of the car.
"Zhao Lin and I are going to his grandmother's house," Yang Lai explained to Meng Fu, looking very hurried. "Your aunt will be back soon. Please wait for five minutes. They are on their way."
Meng Fu originally wanted to ask about Yang Zhaolin, but seeing that they were a little anxious, she did not disturb them and did not ask them why they went to Old Lady Duan's house.
Old Mrs. Duan seemed to be a very powerful person. Even though Yang Lai was the richest man, he was still afraid when he met Old Mrs. Duan.
As for Old Mrs. Duan, it seemed difficult to see her.
Among the Yang family, only Yang Lai and Yang Zhaolin had more opportunities to see her.
Yang Hua had only met Old Lady Duan once, and she had never spoken a word to her.
Meng Fu waited for Yang Zhaolin to come back and tell him, then she took the kettle to the greenhouse to water the flowers.
Yang family.
When Yang Lai arrived, Old Mrs. Duan was sitting in the quaint hall.
The Duan family has a long history.
When Yang Lai entered, he saw two people in the hall, they were Old Lady Duan and Yang Baoyi. Old Lady Duan was holding Yang Baoyi's hand, very affectionately.
Yang Lai's eyebrows jumped, and he said respectfully, "Mom."
Yang Zhaolin also bent down, "Grandma."
"Well," Mrs. Duan, with gray hair, raised her head and waved to Yang Zhaolin. Yan Jin's face also broke into a rare smile, "I asked you to come today mainly because Xixi's boyfriend is coming over for dinner tonight."
"Xixi's boyfriend?" Yang Lai was stunned.
This boyfriend must be extraordinary to be someone the old lady cares about so much.
"It's Shenmin." Old Mrs. Duan smiled, and wrinkles could be seen on her face.
Yang Lai felt that the name was somewhat familiar.
"Duan Shenmin," Yang Baoyi also smiled with her hands covering her lips, her face radiant, "I just found out that she met Shenmin at the Engineering Academy two months ago."
"The Shenmin family has a say with the head of the Ren family. He is now in charge of nuclear submarines, and Xixi is also helping him. Don't bother Xixi with your company's affairs in the near future." Old Mrs. Duan coughed and said slowly.
"I understand." Yang Lai was stunned by this huge pie. He didn't expect that Pei Xi was actually related to Duan Shenmin.
It is already amazing that Duan Shenmin can join the research team.
However, there is an even more powerful character in their family, Duan Shenmin's extremely talented younger brother, who is currently the most popular person in front of the head of the Ren family.
No wonder his mother suddenly became so affectionate towards Yang Baoyi.
**
When Yang Lai came back.
It was already nine o'clock in the evening. Mrs. Yang, Meng Fu and others finished their meal and sat on the sofa to talk about Meng Fu's movie.
Jiang Xinchen went upstairs to study.
"Afu, are you okay?" Mrs. Yang asked as she saw Meng Fu looking at the time on her phone.
Meng Fu looked up and said nonchalantly, "Wait a little longer. If uncle doesn't come back, I'll leave. I have something to do."
Yang Hua glanced at Meng Fu and her eyebrows jumped.
Today is the third day of junior high school...
Yang Hua was silent.
"Afu's driving almost scared me to death..."
Madam Yang was talking excitedly to Butler Yang.
Outside the door, Yang Lai and Yang Baoyi came back. It was rare for Yang Baoyi to come back with Yang Lai, and she looked radiant.
Yang Lai also asked with a rare smile, "What are you talking about?"
"Let's talk about Afu's movie," Mrs. Yang smiled and pursed her lips, "That car, it crossed the bridge with one wheel on one side, it scared me."
"It's just a special effect." Butler Yang served Yang Lai, Yang Baoyi and Yang Zhaolin health tea and laughed, "Don't worry so much."
Meng Fu held the phone silently without saying a word.
Yang Baoyi glanced at Madam Yang and the others, then looked away when she heard them talking about a movie.
Yang turned to Yang Baoyi and said, "Baoyi, please tell Xixi about Zhao Lin's joining the research team."
Yang Baoyi said, "Of course, Xixi has already gone to tell her."
Research team?
Meng Fu put down her phone, picked up her teacup, and looked at Yang Zhaolin in surprise.
Madam Yang was also surprised. She asked directly, "What research team?"
"Xixi's boyfriend, Duan Shenmin, is a member of the nuclear... research team." This is somewhat confidential, so Yang Lai was vague for a moment. "Xixi is also helping. Mom said that Zhaolin should join as well."
"It's too difficult to apply," Yang Baoyi said as she sat down, "Shen Min is not very confident either, so we can only give it a try."
At this time, Mrs. Yang finally remembered Duan Shenmin.
She took a deep breath and looked at Yang Baoyi in horror, "This Duan Shenmin, is his brother that..."
Yang Lai nodded, "Yes, it's Duan Yan."
“Ahem—”
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