Red Envelope System!
Chapter 12: Answers, Becoming a Professor?

Some people said as they walked towards the Hilton Hotel, their faces filled with smiles.

The next moment, everyone's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Because they unexpectedly found a young man on the signature board in the hall, writing intensive calculations quickly.

Huang Zihao saw this, a layer of cold sweat was flowing down his forehead, and his entire person was panicking.

I just told Dean Hu Chuan that I promise that this International Mathematical Conference can be held grandly and grandly.

In the blink of an eye, the signature board was doodled?

How should Dean Hu Chuan think of himself?

"Kneak!"

At this moment, two young students who looked like students came from a distance.

When they saw Hu Chuan, Huang Zihao and the others, they were unwillingly speeding up their steps.

Huang Zihao shouted in a low voice: "Didn't you let you arrange a place? Why are people leaving?"

"We just got a sudden stomach ache and went to the bathroom.." the taller boy explained.

“Aching stomach? Huh! See what the signature board looks like?” Huang Zihao pointed forward.

The two students hurriedly looked towards the signature board.

"This ... why would anyone write a calculation on it?" said the tall boy.

“Why would anyone write a calculation? Let him stop immediately!” reprimand Huang Zihao.

The two students reacted, and they would step forward.

At this moment, Hu Chuan, who had yet to speak, said: "Don't disturb him!"

Huang Zihao and the two students paused for a moment, their faces filled with confusion.

However, Hu Chuan did not explain too much, just staring at Lin Fan, who was constantly writing calculations.

Old professor Song Guotao, who was standing beside him, was unwilling to look up.

The next moment, his pupils slightly shrank, and he was shocked: "He ... did he answer Zhou's conjecture?"

Young master Hu Tian asked: "Professor Song, do you think he can answer Zhou's conjecture?"

Hu Chuan said excitedly: "He .. has already answered!"

At this time, Lin Fan wrote the last answer: When 2^(2^n)＜p＜2^(2^(n+1)), Mp has 2^(n+1)-1 is prime.

"Pattern!"

Then, Lin Fan put down his signature pen and walked straight to the elevator, ready to return to the room to rest.

first get on a plane for two hours, and then solve a math problem, which really makes him a little tired.

Hu Chuan hurriedly followed. When he saw Lin Fan's face, a shocked expression appeared on his face that was hard to hide.

Then, he proactively reached out his hand and said, "Hello, can you take the time to get to know you? This is Hu Chuan, Dean of the School of Mathematics, Jiangbei University."

Previously, Hu Chuan guessed from behind Lin Fan that he should have been younger.

But I never expected to be so young.

I fear, they are younger than the two graduate students who established the place today.

respecting the old and loving the young are traditional Chinese virtues.

Hu Chuan was over half a hundred years old and treated himself politely.

Lin Fan naturally responded politely, and then reached out and shook hands, saying: "Hello, my name is Lin Fan."

"It turns out Mr. Lin. It was very difficult to imagine Mr. Lin so young that he had studied primes to this degree, and even solved the conjecture of the entire body." Hu Chuan sighed sincerely.

"I don't know .. which university professor is Mr Lin?" Hu Chuan asked hesitantly.

Lin Fan smiled and said, "I'm not a professor."

Hu Chuan said that not only was he not disappointed, but he became even more excited.

"Then I don't know Mr Lin, are you interested in coming to our Jiangbei University as a mathematics professor?" Hu Chuan said excitedly.

Lin Fan was startled for a moment, he did not expect Hu Chuan to offer such an invitation.

"In addition, if Mr. Lin has any other requirements, he can also make them, and we will try our best to satisfy you."

Lin Fan explained: "Dean Hu, you have misunderstood what I mean. I just went to high school, so I can't be a professor."

Hu Chuan hurriedly said: "It doesn't affect anything. With Mr. Lin's mathematical ability, he doesn't need a diploma to prove it!"

For most people, education is very important.

But, someone has been studying prime numbers to date.

In fact, the young man who directly answered Zhou's guess was definitely not an ordinary person.

No one knew how much he would accomplish in the future.

Right now, Hu Chuan had finally found her, so it was natural to understand her.

Lin Fan saw the truth in Hu Chuan's eyes.

He will quit his job, but he does not know what to do in the future.

Moreover, Lin Fan also had a trace of yearning for campus life in his heart.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan finally said: "Jiangbei University Professor, forget it. But if I go to Jiangbei University to study, maybe I will still be interested."

Professors need to teach people, and it's hard to think about it.

Clearly, the students were more in line with Lin Fan's wishes.

Relax, comfortable, and out of control.

When Hu Chuan heard Lin Fan's first half, his face was full of regret.

However, after listening to Lin Fan's second half of the sentence, the entire old face was like a crumpled manuscript paper, tangled into a ball, and said with great joy: "OK, right, I will go through the registration procedure for Mr. Lin later. "

In fact, even Hu Chuan, let someone with a high school degree become a math professor at Jiangbei University, there are some problems.

However, it is much easier to recruit students specifically.

Both are almost compatible.

Then Hu Chuan said: "Yes, Mr. Lin, today the deans, professors, and teachers of many universities in Jiang Province will all come to the hotel to participate in the math seminar. I don't know if I can invite you to the stage to explain primes and weeks. Can you guess it?"

Lin Fan yawned and said, "No, I have to go back to my room to sleep, so I won't participate."

For most people, speaking in front of many deans and professors was definitely a very rare thing.

However, for Lin Fan, with this time, it was better to sleep longer.

Hu Chuan felt a little regretful, but he did not push it too much, so as not to make Lin Fan unhappy.

Lin Fan entered the Hilton Presidential Suite and took a hot shower first.

Then, at a cost of 100,000 yuan, the waiter brought him seafood and a bottle of X0.

Ding! If you spend 100,000 and get 10 red envelopes, do you accept all of them? 】

"Yes!"

Lin Fan clicked OK casually.

Ding! Congratulations, you got 19,999 yuan. 】

Ding! Congratulations, get 2000 yuan. 】

i'm...

Ding! Congratulations, you got 10,000 yuan. 】

10 Red envelopes, Lin Fan received a total of 112,500 yuan.

In other words, he spent money on a big meal, not only not spending money, but also earning over 10,000.

Lin Fan looked at the SMS reminder from the bank, with a strange expression on his face.

After eating and drinking, Lin Fan lay directly on the big soft bed and fell asleep satisfied.