394: C394 The Staff Meeting That Is Destined to be Recorded in History

C394 The Staff Meeting That Is Destined to be Recorded in History

The news of the staff meeting being held at 2 PM was broadcasted across the entire campus, and it was personally broadcasted by Fu Zhendong.

Lu Qianqiu, who was doing experiments in the laboratory, put down the tools in his hands and frowned.

Under normal circumstances, even if the staff assembly was held, it would be held on a Saturday Sunday. This kind of student would have a vacation time, but today was Wednesday, Fu Zhendong. The sudden notification made him completely confused.

"What exactly is Fu Zhendong doing?" Lu Qianqiu took out his phone from his pocket with a puzzled look and dialed Wang Xuecai's number. "Wang, suddenly holding a staff meeting, do you know what is going on?"

"How would I know? I wanted to ask you." Wang Xuecai was in class. When he received Lu Qianqiu's call, he said in a deep voice.

"Where's Old Song? Does he know?"

Wang Xuecai was about to speak when his phone vibrated again. It was Soong Baoguo.

"No need to ask. He definitely doesn't know. He is doing the same thing as you." Wang Xuecai said with a black face.

... "" The corner of Lu Qianqiu's mouth twitched, and he asked, "If even you and Old Song don't know about the situation, then who else knows?"

"Yes!"

"Who?"

"Go and ask Fu Zhendong."

Wang Xuecai hung up the phone.

"Doo Doo Doo..."

Hearing the blind sound in his ear, the corner of Lu Qianqiu's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

If Fu Zhendong could get through, he wouldn't need to ask Wang Xuecai.

After hesitating for a moment, Lu Qianqiu found Fu Zhendong's number again and dialed it.

A few seconds later, a pleasant female voice came from the phone. "The number you have dialed is still on the line. Please dial later..."

...

At 1: 40 p.m., several hundred staff members of Yanjing University gathered together.

"Old Liu, do you know what's going on?"

"Elder Lin, did the Hua Academy do something big?"

"Teacher Xiao is joking. If you want to do something big, it has to be your medical school. I heard that some time ago, your anti-AIDS medicine had a new breakthrough, right?"

... ""

Such discussions rose up in the auditorium. Everyone was guessing the reason why the staff assembly was suddenly held.

December 39th, 1: 55 PM.

Fu Zhendong's voice came from the microphone that was still immersed in the conversation. "Silence, silence."

Everyone stopped talking and looked up at the podium.

However, in the next second, their butts slipped and fell from the bench to the ground.

It was not Fu Zhendong who walked up to the podium, but Qin Luo!

It was Qin Luo who stepped onto the podium!0

Did Qin Luo's "Four Color Conjecture" enter the Annual Mathematics Magazine?

It was undeniable that this was a huge matter, but even so, there was no need to gather all the staff in the auditorium, right?

Wang Xuecai felt that what Fu Zhendong did was a little too much.

On the podium, Qin Luo looked at the group of big names below the stage with a bright smile on his face.

"Cough cough, I have gathered everyone here today. I have delayed everyone's time because of me. I would like to apologize to everyone first."

He was sorry the moment he arrived. What was Qin Luo up to? The wrinkles on Wang Xuecai's forehead became deeper and deeper.

However, before he could ask anything, Qin Luo's next sentence stunned him.

Qin Luo raised his eyebrows and said in high spirits, "But I believe you won't regret it, because you are destined to be recorded in history."

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