Vol 2 Chapter 394: The workers' assembly destined to be written into history

The news that the faculty and staff meeting was held at two o'clock in the afternoon was broadcast throughout the campus, and it was broadcast by Fu Zhendong himself.

Lu Qianqiu, who was doing experiments in the laboratory, put down the tools in his hand, frowning.

Under normal circumstances, even if the faculty meeting is held, it will be selected on Saturday and Sunday, which is the time when the students are on holiday, but today is Wednesday. Fu Zhendong's sudden notice made him completely puzzled.

"What the **** is Fu Zhendong doing?" Lu Qianqiu took out his cell phone from his pocket with a face of confusion, and dialed Wang Xuecai's number: "Pharaoh, suddenly a workers conference is held, do you know what happened?"

"Where did I know, I was just about to ask you?" Wang Xuecai was in class at the moment. After receiving a call from Lu Qianqiu, Wang Xuecai said in a deep voice.

"Where is Lao Song? Does he know?"

When Wang Xuecai was about to speak, his cell phone shook again, and he saw that it was Song Baoguo's call.

"Don't ask, he definitely doesn't know, he is doing the same thing as you." Wang Xuecai said with black lines.

"..." Lu Qianqiu twitched his mouth and asked, "Even you and Lao Song don't know the situation, so who else knows?"

"Have!"

"Who?"

"Go ask Fu Zhendong."

After that, Wang Xuecai hung up the phone.

"Dududu..."

Listening to the blind tone coming from his ear, Lu Qianqiu's mouth twitched.

If Fu Zhendong can get through on the phone, he doesn't need to ask Wang Xuecai.

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

A few seconds later, there was a nice female voice on the phone: "The call you are dialing is in progress, please dial later..."

...

At 1:40 pm, hundreds of faculty and staff of Yanjing University gathered together.

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

"Lao Lin, did your School of Chemistry make any big moves?"

"Mr. Xiao joked. If you want to make big moves, it must be your medical school. I heard that some time ago, your anti-AIDS drugs have made new breakthroughs?"

"..."

All these kinds of discussions started in the auditorium, and everyone was wondering why this suddenly held a faculty meeting.

December 39 at 1:55 pm.

Fu Zhendong's voice came from the still immersed microphone: "Quiet, quiet."

The voice of the people suddenly stopped, and they looked up at the podium.

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

I saw that it was not Fu Zhendong who stepped onto the podium, but Qin Luo!

It was Qin Luo on the podium!

Is Qin Luo's "Four Color Conjecture" selected into the Annals of Mathematics?

It is undeniable that this is indeed a major event, but even so, there is no need to summon all the faculty and staff to the auditorium, right?

Wang Xuecai felt that Fu Zhendong's approach was a bit overdone.

On the stage, Qin Luo looked at the big cows in the audience with a big smile.

"Ahem, I'm calling everyone here today, because I wasted your time, I want to say a word of sorry to you first."

I'm sorry, what is Qin Luo doing? The wrinkles between Wang Xuecai's brows became deeper and deeper.

However, before he could ask a question, Qin Luo was stunned by the next sentence.

Qin Luo raised his sword eyebrows, and said with a high spirit: "But I believe you will not regret it, because you are destined to be written into history."