Deep Space Fleet

Mo Jianhua was in a pretty good mood.

The various titles that I have finally won are like a protective umbrella, making him resplendent and invincible.

He even found a lot of connections and deleted a lot of unfavorable remarks on the Internet.

There are a few students who have dropped out of school, trying to black him all day long, which is really annoying. This group of nonsense guys, just tell them to shut up.

"It's just trash! What can you do to me? You have the ability to commit suicide!"

As for the academic committee, it has already been taken care of over there. Anyway, if you check your own people, what else can you really find out?

"I didn't expect that kid to be related to Xisha University and have a little background. It's all my fault that I didn't investigate clearly beforehand."

"However, no matter how Xisha University is, it is impossible to compare with M University."

Thinking of this, he became very relaxed.

Next, as long as Zhang Yuan can be persuaded to withdraw the manuscript. After the other party withdraws the manuscript, the turmoil will pass, and his reputation will not be damaged in any way.

"It's nothing more than a question of how much money to spend, one or two million is enough?!" Thinking of this budget, Mo Jianhua felt a little distressed.

That's all, money is something that can be earned again if it is gone.

It made him lose blood.

It's just that you have to be more careful in the future. The so-called things are nothing more than three things. If there is another disturbance, even a fool can see the problem.

Therefore, Mo Jianhua is thinking, after being elected as an academician of the Academy of Sciences, he has already achieved great success, and can directly live a retirement life, there is no need to continue to mess around in this industry...

"Professor Mo, there are several representatives of large companies who want to talk to you about the project!"

Suddenly, his assistant called.

"Okay, let them wait for me in the conference room." Mo Jianhua's face brightened. He was very pleased with the response from the representatives of these companies.

The prosperity of the world is all for profit. The project brought by this paper is extraordinary. This time, it is possible to earn tens of millions or even hundreds of millions!

"Professor Mo, hello."

"Hello, Mr. Wang."

Ten minutes later, Professor Mo shook hands with several company managers.

"Let me first introduce this new theory..."

In terms of project negotiation, he has long been proficient in anomalies. Probe, silence, and mediation can always achieve the greatest benefit. In a way, it can be considered a talent.

"Professor Mo, this project sounds very difficult..."

"Mr. Wang, no problem, I have a whole professional team behind me! I am sure to finish it within a year..."

"Hehe, we still have great confidence in Professor Mo's level. Then about the contract..."

Mo Jianhua nodded in satisfaction.

Anyway, most of the things are directly done by the students under him, otherwise why raise them?

This is exercise!

It is only natural for students to work for teachers!

In such a short period of time, the cooperation between the two parties was basically negotiated. We have also cooperated many times, and we don't have too many concerns.

For capitalists, it has nothing to do with whether the tutor exploits the students, as long as the project can be successful...

Suddenly, the phone that Mr. Wang put on the table rang.

"Professor Mo, I'm sorry."

Mr. Wang hurried out of the door, answered the phone, and then came back with a strange expression on his face.

"Professor Mo, I'm sorry, I have an important meeting in the afternoon, can we talk about cooperation in two days?"

"Huh?" Professor Mo's expression changed.

"That's fine."

Seeing off President Wang and his party, Mo Jianhua felt a little baffled, wasn't it urgent just now? Why are you leaving now.

Just in time, a news feed popped up from the phone.

"New Era, New Fashion, Records Those Youths Who Chase Their Dreams!" "

This piece of news reported on the construction of the academic style of the "Earth Times", but the content was unremarkable, just empty clichés.

But there are also a few talented teenagers listed in it.

One of them is Zhang Yuan, and he also wrote his representative paper, yes, it is the one about Zhuangshan.

Mo Jianhua felt a little annoyed. This media is "Moon News Newspaper", which belongs to the Deep Space Planning Bureau. He is beyond his reach and has no ability to interfere.

However, there was a faint sense of crisis in my heart.

He is a very politically sensitive person. The official media even acquiesced that Zhang Yuan owns the copyright of this paper. I don't know what that means.

Immediately afterwards, he discovered all kinds of messy comments on the Internet.

"Genius Teenagers" PK "Academicians of the Academy of Sciences".

The "boy genius" has the upper hand!

Because no matter how you say "quasi-academician", there is also the word "quasi".

Having a "quasi" and not having a "quasi" are two different concepts.

But Zhang Yuan's blog post was too real, so real that it was terrifying.

An astronaut is about to leave the earth, is it worth copying others?

There are even a few bigwigs in the circle who publicly support it.

【Without morals, anything is possible. Don't let a mouse dropping ruin a pot of porridge. 】

【Cracking down on academic pests is everyone's responsibility. (There is a real hammer inside!)]

【support! (fist) (fist)]

All kinds of self-media like to fabricate big news to attract attention, how to attract it?

Of course it has to be the other way around, bragging about "young geniuses" and then madly attacking "famous people"!

Mo Jianhua's back was sweating coldly. This kind of overwhelming criticism, it seems that things have really been hammered.

He suddenly realized that he might have encountered a real hard lump, not the kind of plasticine in the past, which can be kneaded at will...

The only solution to this huge pressure of public opinion is to contact the relevant departments to delete bad comments.

Yes, delete them all!

He quickly picked up the phone, "Hello, is this Xiao Zhang?"

"Professor Mo, I don't have permission to delete this matter?"

"Why?"

"I ordered from above..."

"Which one is up?"

"This... I don't know either. Anyway, it's the top."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Jianhua was inexplicably panicked, walking up and down the office anxiously.

Misfortunes never come singly. After a while, Professor Yang, the editor-in-chief of Modern Science, called again.

"Hey, Professor Mo, I want to ask for your opinion on something."

"What's up?"

Editor Yang thought about it for a while, and then said: "...can you withdraw your article?"

"What... Withdrawing the manuscript, how can that be done?!" His voice couldn't help but grow louder.

Isn't the withdrawal of the manuscript a real hammer of my own guilt?

Retracting the manuscript is an admission of defeat, which will trigger more follow-up investigations, no matter how impossible it is to withdraw the manuscript!

"Professor Mo... Maybe someone from above will come to investigate."

"...Investigate? Who will investigate?" Mo Jianhua was stunned.

He is really not afraid of a group of political people coming to investigate.

This group of people who engage in politics know a lot, can they understand any sentence in the paper?

Since they don't understand, what do they use to check?

Check the fart!

He yelled loudly in his heart, his mood turned sharply, and cold sweat broke out on his back inexplicably.

"Just a few hours ago, the Ministry of Education newly established an academic misconduct review organization. Do you know who the chairman is?"

"who?"

"Wang Zhong, Professor Wang!"

Mo Jianhua was dumbfounded.

This well-known mathematician who won many awards when he was young and had an explosive temper, he must know.

Editor Yang said again: "Do you know... who is that Zhang Yuan?"

"Who?" Mo Jianhua's heart was getting worse and worse.

"He is the direct descendant of Professor Wang!"

Mo Jianhua was stunned, the hairs all over his body stood on end.

That feeling is like falling from heaven to hell all at once! The other party is even tougher than him in the background!

Ruined!

He sat down on the ground.

...

(PS: Since there are so many people spraying me, I decided to take a day off during May Day to adjust my thinking.)

(This content has already been written and it is impossible to change it. It still has to be published. This chapter is regarded as leave compensation.)