Cannon Fodder Is King [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter. 21

　Perhaps due to the effect of the medicine, after checking his Weibo, drowsiness overwhelmed him. Meng Zezhi hastily nibbled on some bread and then fell into a deep sleep in his room.

When he woke up again, it was already the next morning.

In a daze, he washed his face, noticing a message from Dean Fu, but strangely, nothing from Zhu Zhengqing.

He found Zhu Zhengqing's phone number and dialed it, but it went straight to voicemail.

Meng Zezhi felt something was amiss.

First, he called Professor Wan.

Professor Wan got straight to the point: "Do you have any more single volume edition copies? Send me a few more."

He was referring to the copies of Meng Zezhi's proof of the Goldbach Conjecture published in the Annals of Mathematics.

The Annals of Mathematics gave Meng Zezhi 30 single volume editions and Meng Zezhi remembered that he had given Professor Wan five copies as a birthday gift.

"Why?" he asked.

Professor Wan vaguely explained, "Yesterday afternoon, your Uncle Xia and others visited me at the sanatorium. I couldn't help but take out the few copies you gave me…"
He said that he took them out to show them but actually he just wanted to show off.

　　The old man's intentions were clear to Meng Zezhi.

"So, guess what?" Professor Wan exclaimed in frustration, "They're all in their seventies and eighties. Can't they have a little decency? They took the stuff and just ran off. I couldn't even catch up with them."

He had even planned to keep one or two copies to be cremated with him when he died, but this group didn't leave him a single one.

Although he complained, there was a hint of pride in Professor Wan's tone.

"Alright," The smile in Meng Zezhi's eyes grew even stronger, "When I have some free time, I'll send you a few more."

"Send me five more," Professor Wan reminded him, "Don't forget."

"Okay!"

After hanging up, Meng Zezhi immediately called Dean Fu.

"Sorry, Dean Fu," he began, "I wasn't feeling well yesterday, so I went to bed early. What can I do for you?"

"Not feeling well? Are you feeling better now?" Dean Fu asked concernedly.

"Much better, Dean Fu. Let's talk about official matters."

"That's good," Dean Fu said, getting to the point, "I urgently need to talk to Professor Meng about two things. One is about the public lecture, which we have already agreed on. We also need to finalize some arrangements and get your opinion. The second thing..."

Dean Fu couldn't hide his excitement as he continued, "The People's Daily, News University, and the Beijing Daily are planning an exclusive joint interview with you, Professor Meng. What do you think?"

What was meant to happen always happened.

　　Meng Zezhi nodded, "That's a good thing, but, Dean Fu, as you know, my health hasn't been good lately, and now I have to prepare speeches and PPT for the presentation. If interviews are not necessary, I'd prefer to avoid them."

Remembering how much Meng Zezhi had become thin recently, Dean Fu suppressed his disappointment. He had hoped to leverage Meng Zezhi's influence to elevate the reputation of the Mathematics Department at Capital University even further in the country!