Red Envelope System! 2
Promise, review!
Shen Liang was stunned as he listened to the general manager's words.
Is it good to promote yourself?
Last month, I was criticized by my superiors for not being able to promote data.
Can playing basketball also demonstrate 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 did not earn a single point.
That....is also a good result?
Seeing that Shen Liang did not reply, the general manager could not help but speak up again: "Of course, if you don't like the game manager's job, you can also choose another job."
At this moment, Shen Liang finally regained his senses, and said hurriedly: "I like it, I like the work of a game director!"
To know…
The gaming department is the most profitable Penguin Group department, not one of them!
At the same time, it was also the department that Shen Liang wanted to enter the most.
Now..not only can I go to the gaming department, but I can also be a supervisor in person!
If all of this was rejected, Shen Liang felt that he should take the medicine of regret as food in the future.
"good. 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 this ... was all the reason Lin Fan.
...
On the other hand, Hu Tian took two days to finally make the process of proving the alleged hail written by Lin Fan into a thesis.
Then, on behalf of Lin Fan, it was sent to the Annals of Mathematics, one of the top four mathematical journals.
...
At this time, it was in the morning of the United States.
Feld, the editor of the Annals of Mathematics, lay in bed while rolling around, unable to fall asleep at all. He couldn't help but complain: "In the future, if someone invites me to have coffee at night, I have to say **** to that person!"
Feld tried to sleep for a long time, but he never succeeded.
In despair, he finally got up and sighed: "What should I do now? Play a game for a second? Forget it, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep all night because of the excitement."
"Watch a movie for a second? It should be fun with a beautiful woman."
After thinking for a moment, Feld said, "Perhaps, I should check her mailbox... There might be some boring manuscripts. That's good for hypnosis."
While talking, he had already walked over to the table and turned on the computer.
He also muttered: "Wake up to work in the middle of the night... Is there anyone in this world who loves work more than me? Editor-in-Chief Ryan should have given me more bonuses."
"Ding dong!"
As soon as Feld gets into his mailbox, an email appears in the bottom right corner of the screen.
"Process of Evidence of Alleged Ice Rain? Someone has sent this kind of script. I can almost imagine boring content ... But that's what I want!"
As Feld spoke, he opened the email smoothly.
Initially, he just glanced carelessly.
But, gradually, he began to frown ...
As the editor of the Annals of Mathematics, that doesn't mean Feld doesn't know anything about mathematics.
In contrast, his mathematical abilities and vision were even better than those of general mathematics professors.
Feld muttered: "This manuscript doesn't seem too boring..."
"Huaxia Jiangbei University, Lin Fan?"
Saw this... Feld seemed to be thinking of something, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
"Lin Fan's? Lin Fan who solved Zhou's guess and the alleged twin prime numbers?"
Right now, an ordinary stranger, perhaps, did not even know Lin Fan.
However, Lin Fan's name could be said to be famous in the field of mathematics.
Feld said: "If it were him .. this shouldn't be a manuscript I can review, and a transfer to editor-in-chief Ryan. This way, he could catch a glimpse of what I was still working on. hard in the middle of the night."
Therefore, Feld forwarded the email directly.
...
The next day, early morning.
Editor-in-Chief Ryan has a habit of spending an hour every morning looking at all emails.
After a while, he saw the email forwarded by Feld.
When Ryan looked at the subject of the email, he frowned and said: "This guy is Feld, why are you throwing all the manuscripts at me! Or transfer it in the middle of the night? Is he high fever in the middle of the night? night?"
As the editor of a leading mathematical journal, he must have the most fundamental judgment.
This is one of the most basic assessments to crack Hail's conjecture, Riemann's conjecture, Goldbach's and other papers without hesitation and throw them in the trash.
Ryan did not read the contents of the newspaper, but used to glance at the author's name.
The next moment, like Feld, his pupils suddenly shrank.
"Lin Fan?!"
After which, Ryan looked at her with a serious expression, and with very focused eyes, he carefully flipped through the paper.
After a long time, he rubbed his somewhat sour brows and said: "This is an incredible calculation, but whether or not the calculations are correct should be reviewed by a professor at the cow level."
Ryan muttered, "Professor Jeffrey of Preston is an expert in abstract algebra. Let him check on her."
Then, after covering the name of the author of the paper, he passed it on to Professor Eddie.
Later, Ryan sent a message to Feld: I can see all your efforts, this month ... Your bonus will be doubled.
Feld: Thank you, Editor-in-Chief Ryan!
...
Preston, Institute of Advanced Mathematics.
After a young man finished his work, he glanced at Professor Jeffrey, who was about to immerse himself in a sea of books, and asked: "Professor, you seem to have a lot of work to do? Need to help you get the part . A sandwich?"
Jeffrey slowly raised his head and said with a smile, "The work is never finished, but you should eat rice. I'll eat with you."
"Ding dong!"
Currently, ~www.mtlnovel.com~ an email appears from the computer in front of Jeffrey.
He clicked the mouse easily.
In the next instant, Jeffrey was thrown as if glued to his body.The whole person stopped moving for a moment, only a pair of eyes were always staring at the screen, a series of complicated calculations.
The young man could not help but shout: "Professor? Professor?"
Jeffrey then reacted and said, "Oh, oh. You have to bring me a sandwich. I still have work to do."
Young people complain in their hearts: Didn't you just say that the work will never be finished, but the food must be eaten? How did that change in the blink of an eye?
Of course, he only dared to complain in his heart.
And Jeffrey did not answer his point at all, always staring at the screen, his face full of enthusiasm.