Richest Man: Getting 7 Billion Red Pockets To Start With

Shen Liang was stunned when he heard the general manager's words.

He was doing his work well?

Last month, he was criticized by his supervisor for his poor marketing data.

Playing basketball could show his ability to organize and coordinate?

Even if there was a basis to that… That had nothing to do with him, right?

In that basketball game, he only played as a substitute for a few minutes and did not score a single point.

Just this… It was considered a good result?

When the general manager saw that Shen Liang did not reply, he could not help but say again, "Of course, if you don't like the role of a supervisor in the game department, you can choose another job."

At this moment, Shen Liang finally came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "I like it. I like the job!"

One had to know…

The gaming department was the most profitable department in Penguin Group.

At the same time, it was also the department that Shen Liang wanted to enter the most.

Now... not only would he be able to go to the gaming department, but he would also become a supervisor!

If he rejected this, Shen Liang felt that he would regret it for the rest of his life.

"That's great. You can report to the gaming department tomorrow," the general manager said.

Shen Liang nodded his head happily. In his heart, he was silently thanking Lin Fan.

He understood that all of this… was because of Lin Fan.

...

On the other hand, Hu Tian spent two days writing the solution to the Hail Conjecture written by Lin Fan into a thesis.

Then, under Lin Fan's name, she sent it to Annual Mathematics, one of the top four mathematics journals.

...

At this time, it was dawn in America.

Felder, the editor of Annual Mathematics, tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. He kept complaining, "In the future, if someone invites me for coffee at night, I'll definitely tell that person to f*ck off!"

Felder tried to sleep for a long time, but he did not succeed.

Helpless, 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 the entire night.

"Watch a movie? It would be a good thing to be with a beautiful woman."

Felder thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps I should check my email… Maybe there'll be some boring submissions. Those are the best thing for hypnosis."

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

eaglesnovɐ1,сoМ He even muttered, "Getting up to work in the middle of the night... Is there anyone in this world who loves work more than me? Chief Editor Ryan should really give me more bonuses."

As soon as Felder logged into his email, an email appeared on the bottom right corner of the screen.

"Hail Conjecture proof process? Someone actually sent such a manuscript. I can almost imagine the boring content inside… However, this is exactly what I want!"

As Felder spoke, he opened the email.

At first, he only took a few casual glances.

However, gradually, he began to frown…

Felder was the editor of Annual Mathematics, but that did not mean he knew nothing about mathematics.

On the contrary, his mathematical ability and vision were even better than the average mathematics professor.

"This manuscript doesn't seem so boring…" Felder muttered. "Moreover, it seems to make sense…"

Then, his gaze slowly fell on the author's name at the bottom right corner.

"Lin Fan from Jiangbei University?"

Seeing this… Felder seemed to have thought of something, and his pupils shrank.

"Lin Fan? The Lin Fan who solved Zhou's Conjecture and the Twin Prime Number Conjecture?"

Ordinary foreigners might not know Lin Fan.

However, Lin Fan's name could be said to be famous in the mathematics world.

"If it's him…" Felder said. "This shouldn't be a draft that I can review. I have to pass it to Chief Editor Ryan. That way, he can see that I'm still working hard in the middle of the night."

Felder forwarded the email.

...

The next morning.

Chief Editor Ryan had a habit of spending an hour every morning reading through all the emails.

After a while, he noticed the email that Felder forwarded.

When Ryan saw the email title, he frowned and said, "Why did Felder send a submission to me? 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.

Throwing the papers that claimed to solve the Hail Conjecture, Riemann's Conjecture, Goldbach's Conjecture, and so on into the trash without hesitation was one of the most basic judgments.

Ryan did not look at the content of the thesis. Instead, he glanced at the author's name out of habit.

The next moment, his pupils shrank like Felder's.

"Lin Fan?!"

Then, Ryan's expression turned serious as he carefully flipped through the thesis with an extremely focused gaze.

After a long time, he rubbed his sore eyebrows and said, "What an incredible calculation. However, whether the calculation is correct or not still needs to be verified by a great professor"

"Professor Jeffrey from Princeton," Ryan muttered. "He's an expert in abstract algebra. Let him do the review."

Then, he covered up the author's name and forwarded it to Professor Jeffrey.

Then, Ryan sent a message to Felder. [I've seen your hard work. This month... Your bonus will be doubled.]

Felder: [Thank you, Chief Editor Ryan!]

...

Princeton, Institute for Advanced Study in Mathematics.

After a young man finished his work, he looked at Professor Jeffrey, who was almost buried in books. He asked, "Professor, you seem to have a lot of work to deal with. Do you need me to bring you a sandwich?"

Jeffrey slowly raised his head and smiled. "There's never enough work to be done, but I still have to eat. I'll go eat with you."

At this moment, an email popped up on Jeffrey's computer.

He clicked on it.

In the next moment, Jeffrey's entire body seemed to have been immobilized. He instantly stopped moving, and only his eyes were fixed on the screen, staring at the series of complicated calculations.

"Professor?" the young man called out softly. "Professor?"

Jeffrey finally reacted. "Oh, oh… You'd better bring me a sandwich. I still have work to deal with."

The young man complained in his heart, 'Didn't you just say that you can never finish your work, but you still have to eat? Why did this change in the blink of an eye?'

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

Jeffrey had no intention of answering him. He kept staring at the screen, his face full of excitement.