"Professor Wang, I really can't afford to do this. There are more than a million rural teachers like me in China. I just did what I should do."

Pang Xuelin quickly got up and helped Wang Chongqing up.

Wang Chongqing said: "Mr. Pang, although that's the case, it is precisely because of the efforts of thousands of rural teachers like you, our country, our nation, and our next generation, that we have a future."

"Professor Wang, don't praise me anymore. I feel a little embarrassed. By the way, do you have any suggestions for the paper submission?"

Wang Chongqing pondered for a moment, raised his head and said, "Mr. Pang, do you trust me?"

Pang Xuelin was slightly stunned and nodded.

Although Professor Wang looks a bit old-fashioned, he has left a good impression on Pang Xuelin so far.

Wang Chongqing said: "I will take you to see Director Luo of our Mathematics Department later. Let's talk about publishing the papers when we meet Director Luo."

"Why?" Pang Xuelin was slightly stunned.

"Mr. Pang, although the papers you wrote are of high level, if you just mail them out like this, I believe that after the journal editor sees your work unit and contact address, it is likely that the incident will be to directly throw your paper into the trash can."

Pang Xuelin frowned and asked in confusion: "Professor Wang, what do you mean is that they won't approve of my paper?"

Wang Chongqing said helplessly: "Mr. Pang, you may not know that since the deeds of Academician Chen Jingrun were widely reported by the media, over the years, any mathematical journal in China that is somewhat well-known will receive countless submissions from all over the country every day... Most of them are submitted by some 'self-taught' people, and even the journals sponsored by our Lincheng University are no exception. At the beginning, the editors would also look through them to see if there is any chance to screen out some valuable manuscripts from them. But over time, everyone basically stopped reading them, and directly judged whether the paper was valuable based on the work unit and address on the manuscript. So you just submit it directly, and there is a high possibility that the manuscript will be rejected!"

Pang Xuelin was a little amused and crying, and he immediately understood what Wang Chongqing meant.

This era is the time when civil scientists are rampant.

Academician Chen Jingrun is the spiritual leader of countless folk scientists.

They imagined, like Academician Chen Jingrun, when they were a middle school teacher, they wrote to Hua Luogeng and made suggestions for some of Hua Luogeng's views, thus winning Hua Luogeng's favor and growing into a top international mathematician step by step.

But most of these people have never received basic professional training, but they want to solve a major scientific problem in one fell swoop, or try to overturn a famous scientific theory.

Even in later generations, there are countless folk scientists who want to prove that π is not an irrational number on the Internet.

Therefore, it is conceivable that the editors of various academic journals are helpless when facing these civil subject submissions.

Pang Xuelin said: "Professor Wang, what should I do?"

Wang Chongqing said: "Don't worry, I'll help you solve it when I see Director Luo later."

Pang Xuelin nodded. Since Wang Chongqing said so, he could only choose to believe Wang Chongqing at the moment.

After dinner, Wang Chongqing took Pang Xuelin directly to the teaching building of the Department of Mathematics and came to an office on the third floor.

In the office, a man wearing glasses and a national face looked like he was in his early forties using a feather duster to brush away the dust on the wall.

Seeing Wang Chongqing bringing Pang Xuelin in, the man turned around and looked at Pang Xuelin behind Wang Chongqing with some scrutiny.

"Director Luo, I'll introduce you to this person. This person is..."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said with a smile: "Professor Wang, you don't need to introduce it. This should be the teacher Xiao Pang who taught the students in the functional analysis class in the morning!"

Wang Chongqing was a little surprised and said, "Director Luo, do you know everything?"

Luo Jianzhong smiled and said, "What happened in the morning has spread long ago. It is better for a primary school teacher to explain functional analysis courses to undergraduates than you, a professor."

Wang Chongqing's old face turned red and then smiled and said, "This is also considered as my keen eye. Just call me to give a lecture, and you will have such a high level. Mr. Pang, let me introduce you to Professor Luo Jianzhong, the director of the Department of Mathematics of our Lincheng University."

Pang Xuelin smiled and said, "Hello Director Luo!"

"Hello Comrade Xiao Pang!"

Luo Jianzhong nodded friendly to Pang Xuelin.

He was a little strange. He knew Wang Chongqing's temperament, was more arrogant and more scheming, but when facing Pang Xuelin, he showed an attitude of intersecting peers.

Is this young man really as powerful as the legend?

Wang Chongqing seemed to see Luo Jianzhong’s thoughts and said, “Director Luo, don’t underestimate Mr. Pang. Although he only teaches in a mountain village primary school, both the teaching level and academic level are very high. Mr. Pang, take out the papers you wrote and show them to Director Luo!”

Pang Xuelin nodded, took out all the papers from his backpack and placed them on Luo Jianzhong's desk.

Luo Jianzhong took over the paper and said, "Comrade Xiao Pang, you and Professor Wang are sitting by the side and waiting. I will read the paper first before talking. By the way, Lao Wang, make a cup of tea for Comrade Xiao Pang yourself!"

"Okay, look at you!"

Luo Jianzhong first read the titles of Pang Xuelin's thirteen papers one by one, and then took out a paper from it casually and read it.

Time passed minute by minute, and before I knew it, half an hour passed, and an hour passed... Luo Jianzhong was always immersed in the paper.

Pang Xuelin was drinking tea calmly, but Wang Chongqing was a little restless.

"Director Luo, how about these papers of Mr. Pang?"

Finally, Wang Chongqing couldn't help but speak.

Luo Jianzhong then put down his paper and raised his head and said, "Comrade Xiao Pang, are these papers written by you yourself?"

Pang Xuelin said: "Yes!"

Luo Jianzhong asked again: "Comrade Xiao Pang, how old are you this year?"

Pang Xuelin said: "After the New Year, it will be twenty!"

A hint of incredible flashed in Luo Jianzhong's eyes. These papers belong to different fields and are of extremely high level. It can be said that if any article is published, the author can occupy a place in the mathematics community.

But, however, these papers were all written by the same person, and they were a young man who was less than twenty years old and had never received complete academic training.

Apart from genius, he can no longer find the right words to describe it.

Luo Jianzhong sighed: "It's really unimaginable that there are such geniuses among the young people in our country."

Wang Chongqing said: "Director Luo, what do you think you would let Mr. Pang come to our school to serve as a researcher at the Institute of Mathematics?"

Pang Xuelin couldn't help but raise his head in surprise, and he suddenly understood Wang Chongqing's thoughts.
Chapter completed!