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Shen Liang was dumbfounded as he listened to the general manager's words.

Is it good to promote yourself?

Last month, I was criticized by my supervisor for not being able to promote the data.

Can playing basketball also show organizational and coordination skills?

Even if there is... it has nothing to do with yourself, right?

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

That's... also a good result?

Seeing that Shen Liang hadn't answered, the general manager couldn't help but speak again: "Of course, if you don't like the job of a game manager, you can choose other jobs."

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

To know……

The game department is the most profitable department of the Penguin Group, not one of them!

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

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

If all this is refused, Shen Liang feels that he has to take regret medicine as a meal in the future.

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

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

He understood that all of this... was all Lin Fan's reason.

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

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

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

Feld, the editor of the Annals of Mathematics, was lying on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep at all. He couldn't help but complained: "In the future, if someone invites me to drink coffee at night, I must say FUCK to that person!"

Feld tried to sleep for a long time, but he 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 of excitement."

"Watching a movie for a while? It should be a good thing to be with a beautiful woman."

After thinking about it for a moment, Feld said, "Perhaps, I should check the mailbox... Maybe there will be some boring manuscripts. That stuff is a good thing for hypnosis."

While talking, he had already walked to the table and turned on the computer.

He also murmured: "Get up to work in the middle of the night... Is there anyone in the 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, an email appeared in the lower right corner of the screen.

"The hail conjecture proof process? Someone has sent this kind of manuscript. I can almost imagine the boring content... But this is just what I want!"

As Feld spoke, he opened the email smoothly.

At first, he just glanced at random.

But, gradually, he began to frown...

As the editor of the Annals of Mathematics, Feld doesn't mean that he doesn't know anything about mathematics.

On the contrary, his mathematics ability and vision are even better than those of general mathematics professors.

Feld murmured: "This manuscript doesn't seem to be so boring... and, it seems there is some truth..."

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

"Huaxia Jiangbei University, Lin Fan?"

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

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

Nowadays, ordinary foreigners, perhaps, don't even know Lin Fan.

However, Lin Fan's name can be said to be famous in mathematics.

Feld said: "If it were him...this should not be a manuscript that I can review, and transfer it to the editor-in-chief of Ryan. In this way, he can see at a glance what I am still working hard at in the middle of the night."

Having said that, Feld forwarded the email directly.

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The next day, early morning.

Editor-in-Chief Ryan has a habit of spending an hour every morning looking through all the emails.

After a while, he noticed the email forwarded by Feld.

When Ryan saw the subject of the email, he frowned and said: "This fellow Feld, why are you throwing all the manuscripts at me! Or transferred it 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, he should have the most basic judgment.

It is one of the most basic judgments to solve the Hail conjecture, Riemann conjecture, Goldbach conjecture and other papers without hesitation and throw them into the trash can.

Ryan didn't read the content of the paper, but habitually glanced at the author's name.

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

"Lin Fan?!"

After that, Ryan looked at him with a solemn expression, and with extremely focused eyes, he carefully flipped through the paper.

After a long time, he rubbed his somewhat sour eyebrows and said: "It's an incredible calculation, but whether the calculation is correct or not has to be reviewed by a professor at the level of a cow."

Ryan murmured: "Professor Jeffrey of Preston is an expert in abstract algebra. Let him examine it."

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

Then, Ryan sent a message to Feld: I can see all of your efforts, this month...Your bonus will be doubled.

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

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Preston, Advanced Institute of Mathematics.

After a young man finished his work, he glanced at Professor Jeffrey, who almost buried himself in a sea of ??books, and asked: "Professor, you seem to have a lot of work to do? Need to help you get a share. Sandwiches?"

Jeffrey slowly raised his head and said with a smile: "Work is never finished, but you must eat rice. I will eat with you."

"Ding Dong!"

At this time, ~www.innread.com~ an email popped up from the computer in front of Jeffrey.

He clicked the mouse easily.

In the next moment, Jeffrey was cast as if he was fixed on his body. The whole person stopped moving for an instant, only a pair of eyes were always staring at the screen, a series of complicated calculations.

The young man couldn't help but call out: "Professor? Professor?"

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

The young people complained in their hearts: Didn't you just say that work can never be finished, but meals are absolutely necessary to eat? How did it change in a blink of an eye?

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

And Jeffrey didn't answer his meaning at all, always staring at the screen, his face was full of excitement.

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