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Chapter 12 Answers, Become a Professor?
While talking, several people walked towards the Hilton Hotel, all with smiles on their faces.

The next moment, everyone's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Because, they unexpectedly discovered that a young man was writing intensive calculations quickly on the signature board in the lobby.

When Huang Zihao saw this, a layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead, and he was extremely flustered.

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

In a blink of an eye, the signature board was scribbled on?

How should Dean Hu Chuan see himself?
"Tap!"

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

When they saw Hu Chuan, Huang Zihao and others, they couldn't help but quicken their pace.

Huang Zihao yelled in a low voice: "Didn't I ask you to arrange the venue? Why are no people gone?"

"We had a sudden stomachache just now, so we went to the bathroom..." The taller boy explained.

"Stomach ache? Hmph! Look at what the signature board has become?" Huang Zihao pointed to the front.

The two students hurriedly looked in the direction of the signature board.

"This... how could someone write calculations on it?" the tall boy said.

"Why would someone write a formula? Tell him to stop!" Huang Zihao scolded.

Only then did the two students come to their senses, and they were about to step forward.

At this time, Hu Chuan, who had been silent all this time, said, "Don't bother him!"

Huang Zihao and the two students paused slightly, their faces full of puzzlement.

However, Hu Chuan did not explain too much, but stared at Lin Fan who kept writing calculations with burning eyes.

The old professor Song Guotao standing beside him couldn't help but follow him.

The next moment, his pupils shrank slightly, and he said in surprise, "He...he is answering Zhou's conjecture?"

The young teacher Hu Tian asked: "Professor Song, do you think he can solve Zhou's conjecture?"

Hu Chuan excitedly said: "He...has already solved it!"

正是这个时候，林凡写下了最终的答案：当2^（2^n）＜p＜2^（2^（n+1））时，Mp有2^（n+1）－1是素数。

"Clap!"

Then, Lin Fan put down the signature pen, walked straight towards the elevator, and prepared to go back to the room to take a rest.

He sat on the plane for two hours first, and then solved a math problem, which really made him a little tired.

Hu Chuan hurriedly trotted after him. When he saw Lin Fan's face, a look of unconcealable surprise appeared on his face.

Then, he took the initiative to reach out his hand and said, "Hello, can you delay for a while, do you know me? I am Hu Chuan, Dean of the School of Mathematics, Jiangbei University."

Previously, Hu Chuan guessed from Lin Fan's back that he should be younger.

However, he never expected to be so young.

I am afraid that they are younger than the two graduate students who arranged the venue today.

Respecting the old and loving the young is a traditional Chinese virtue.

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

Lin Fan naturally responded politely, then extended his hands, shook hands, and said, "Hi, my name is Lin Fan."

"It turned out to be Mr. Lin. It's really hard to imagine that Mr. Lin has studied prime numbers to such an extent at such a young age, and even solved his conjectures." Hu Chuan sincerely sighed.

"I don't know... Which university is Mr. Lin a professor?" Hu Chuan asked tentatively.

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

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

"I don't know Mr. Lin, are you interested in becoming a mathematics professor at our Jiangbei University?" Hu Chuan asked eagerly.

Lin Fan was slightly taken aback, he never expected that Hu Chuan would propose such an invitation.

Seeing that Lin Fan hesitated, Hu Chuan said again: "Mr. Lin, don't worry, Jiangbei University will definitely give you the best conditions."

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

Lin Fan explained: "Dean Hu, you misunderstood me. I can't be a professor because I only went to high school."

Hu Chuan hurriedly said: "It doesn't affect anything. With Mr. Lin's mathematical ability, there is no need for a diploma to prove it!"

For ordinary people, education is really important.

However, one studies prime numbers to such an extent.

Even the young man who directly answered Zhou's conjecture is obviously not an ordinary person.

No one knows how much he will achieve in the future.

Now, Hu Chuan finally met, so naturally he should take good care of it.

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

He was about to quit his job and didn't know what to do in the future.

In addition, Lin Fan also had a longing for college life in his heart.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan finally said: "Professor of Jiangbei University, forget it. But, if you let me go to Jiangbei University to study, maybe I still have some interest."

Professors need to teach people, and it is troublesome to think about it.

Obviously, students are more in line with Lin Fan's wishes.

Relaxed, free and unrestrained.

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

However, after hearing the second half of Lin Fan's words, his whole old face immediately wrinkled up like a piece of crumpled manuscript paper, and he said extremely happily: "Okay, I will go through the admission procedures for Mr. Lin later."

In fact, even Hu Chuan had some troubles for a person with a high school education to become a professor of mathematics at Jiangbei University.

However, it is much easier to recruit a student.

The two almost hit it off.

Then, Hu Chuan said again: "By the way, Mr. Lin, today the deans, professors and teachers of mathematics from many universities in Jiangxi Province will all come to the hotel to participate in the mathematics seminar. Do you guess?"

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

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

However, for Lin Fan, if he had this time, he might as well sleep a little longer.

Hu Chuan felt a little regretful in his heart, but he didn't force 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, after spending 10 yuan, the waiter brought up a seafood feast and a bottle of X0.

【Ding!Spend 10 yuan and get 10 red envelopes. Do you want to receive all of them? 】

"Yes!"

Lin Fan clicked OK casually.

【Ding!Congratulations, you got 19999 yuan. 】

【Ding!Congratulations, you got 2000 yuan. 】

……

【Ding!Congratulations, you have won 1 yuan. 】

With 10 red envelopes, Lin Fan got a total of 11 yuan.

In other words, he spent money on big meals, not only did he not spend any money, but he also earned more than 1 yuan.

Lin Fan looked at the SMS reminder sent by the bank, with a strange look on his face.

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

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