Chapter 630: Shot

Zetan Ancient Town is a beautiful town with few tourists, but it is the location of many international conferences. The group of International Materials Research Society guys who are full and have nothing to do, looking for a nice place to hold conferences, this time they took The assembly is here.

Surrounded by his disciples and the organizer's staff, Wan Keke walked across the red carpet at the gate.

The two people in front were standing at the door talking, talking in a low voice, Wan Keke waved impatiently: "Go away! Go away!"

When passing by, he heard the security personnel at the door checking the IDs of several people. The middle-aged man in front said: "I am Shu Haiqing from Qingyang University. I was invited to participate in this annual meeting. The person with me is Wang Ziyang. He's...well, my student."

In fact, Shu Haiqing is a professor in the Department of Materials, and he has a good relationship with Wang Ziyang. After Wang Ziyang started working on metal hydrogen, he called him. Although he is a professor, in fact, Wang Ziyang is his teacher.

When Wan Keke heard that this person was from Qingyang University, he swung his arm and pushed the person staggeringly, almost falling to the ground, but fortunately, the young man next to him stretched out his hand to hold him up.

"What are you doing!" Shu Haiqing was furious, wanting to ask him to reason, but Wan Keke had already strode away.

Shu Haiqing looked at his back, suddenly recognized him, and said to Prince Yang, "That's him?"

"It's him." Wang Ziyang pouted slightly.

This kind of person is arrogant and barbaric, without any personal virtues. I really don't know how he has achieved his current achievements.

Wang Ziyang and others stood at the door for a while, and Chi Jiafeng and Cai Wendi also came together.

These two people came here as reporters. They carried long guns and short cannons. Their purpose was very clear, that is, not to miss any chance for Wan Keke to make a fool of himself.

The four people merged into one place and entered the venue, far behind Wan Keke.

The staff led Wan Keke into the venue, pleaded guilty, and turned to leave.

Wan Keke was taken aback, and said to Xiao Cheng, the student beside him: "The organizer really doesn't understand etiquette. After all, I am also the guest of the opening speech, and they are not allowed to give a VIP lounge."

Moreover, in his imagination, when he entered the venue, shouldn't the audience stand up and applaud warmly, admiring his outstanding contribution?

But looking at it now, they are whispering one by one, discussing so eagerly that those who don't know may think they are having a debate.

"These foreigners really have no rules!" Wan Ke scolded angrily after not getting the expected attention.

When Wan Keke saw a chair with his name on it in the first row in front of him, he immediately became proud again. Look, I am sitting in the first row of this kind of international academic conference!

He walked to the first row and said to a foreigner with gray hair and beard next to him, "Hello, I'm Wan Keke."

Then he waited to enjoy other people's admiring and shocked eyes, but the result was completely different from what he had imagined.

"Hello." The man nodded, and continued to whisper to the people around him, without being shocked by his name at all.

"I am the opening speaker this time." Wan Keke said again.

As if they didn't realize it, they spit droplets at the mouth and argued endlessly.

Wan Keke listened carefully, and heard that the topic of the two people's argument was very strange.

There is a bald head next to the bearded man, and the two of them are about a hundred years old together, especially the bald head, whose face is full of wrinkles.

He waved his hand and said, "Have you read Dadoudou's paper, and you actually said his paper is rubbish?"

"I've read three articles..." The bearded man said angrily, "I admit that Dadoudou's essays are extremely concise, simple and straightforward, but even for the sake of refinement, grammar cannot be ignored. This kind of writing is really too strange ! I don't think that's a good way to write a paper!"

"You don't understand at all! You don't understand at all!" The bald head shook his head repeatedly, "You only saw that he ignored some grammar, but you didn't see that in dadouou's paper, there is no ambiguity at all, and some unambiguous things he ignored Necessary words, I think it is a kind of straightforward and simple beauty, that feeling...it's hard to describe..."

"It's like writing a program." The bearded man said, "But writing a thesis is not writing a program..."

"No, it's like writing poetry!" Baldhead said, writing poetry can sometimes ignore grammar for the sake of rhythm and rhyme, so why not for the sake of accuracy?

One of the two thinks dadoudou's thesis is too weird, the other thinks dadoudou's thesis is full of beauty, they argue endlessly, and no one can convince the other.

Who is Dadoudou? Wan Keke was puzzled, he wandered around and found that the people around him were all discussing dadoudou, as if it was the most important thing in this world.

And he, Wan Keke, who produced metallic hydrogen, was unexpectedly ignored!

"...Who is this dadoudou? Why is everyone talking about him..." Wan Ke asked Xiao Cheng beside him.

Xiao Cheng still pays close attention to this kind of information. Hearing this, he told about dadoudou, and then said: "I heard that because there are too many papers written by dadoudou, the traditional review mode can't be reviewed. The indexing system of the company jointly set up a temporary website to store these papers. After a brief review, the review editors of several journals uploaded them. Now dozens of papers have been uploaded, involving various aspects. Each paper The quality is high, so everyone is talking about it."

As soon as Xiao Cheng finished speaking, he felt a commotion.

A voice came from nowhere: "There is another article!"

This sound became the source of the commotion.

The commotion was like a sea wave. It came from a certain corner and suddenly spread to the entire venue. Hundreds of people quieted down at the same time, lowered their heads, and looked at their phones, tablets, and notebooks.

All are refreshing the same web page.

It seemed that the Wi-Fi in the venue was moaning and struggling, protesting, and the dull progress bar was slowly moving forward, and finally the latest paper was loaded.

People with good deeds were already prepared, copied the paper information and started searching in the database, and soon laughed out loud: "Someone got shot!"

Through search tools such as SCI and EI, similar papers were quickly retrieved, and after reading their citations, you can immediately judge whether they are superior or inferior.

Every time a paper comes out, there are people who enjoy it and find this unlucky guy who was shot.

The good man read out the name of the man who had been shot: "Hugh Grant Halston!"

In the corner, someone suddenly cursed in a low voice: "****! I was shot! Why didn't I think of this research direction!"

"Hahahaha..." The whole venue laughed gloatingly, some people laughed happily, and some laughed with a guilty conscience.

No one knows who will be shot next.

Almost every one of Dadoudou's nearly 10,000 papers came out, and someone was "shot." Not every one of these papers can represent the most cutting-edge, but even the old viewpoints, dadoudou's papers, are more advanced. excellent.

And there are often some unbelievable and thought-provoking viewpoints.

People who have studied the same topic, written similar papers, or even papers on the same topic, have been "shot".

Some people were ecstatic and saw a new direction, while some sighed and regretted that their achievements were obliterated and replaced.

They don't know that these viewpoints are not originally created by dadoudou's machine, and only a very small part of them come from the accumulation of lazy gods. In fact, most of them come from the papers that dadoudou has traversed and studied. Some paper authors simply mentioned , an idea that I didn't even realize, was analyzed by dadoudou, and organized the data and reorganized the paper.

The data used is also calculated by cross-comparing all the papers and re-simulating.

It may not be absolutely correct, but without experimental verification, I am afraid that no one can directly judge whether it is right or wrong.

In time, someone will definitely find errors in dadoudou's thesis, but this cannot conceal the brilliance brought by many excellent ideas.

Not to mention, in Dadoudou's thesis, some of them are the internal achievements of the lazy pantheon, and its achievements are enough to blind people's eyes.

It's like facing Linghu Chong who has learned the Dugu Nine Swords, even if he stabs him casually, you have to keep up your spirits and continue.

Because that is Dugu Nine Swords!

Watching the whole venue go crazy because of a person named "dadoudou", let alone Wanke's experience.

Today should have been his home court, like an emperor ascending the throne, ruling the world.

But before he sat on the throne, the dynasty was gone.

How can this be?

Wan Keke sat there, listening to the lively discussions around him again, feeling deeply lost.

Finally, the meeting officially started and the host came to the stage. Then everyone raised their heads and looked at the rostrum.

After the brief opening ceremony, it was time for Wan Keke, the opening guest, to give a speech. Wan Keke tidied up his suit and sat up straight.

Then he heard the host on the stage say:

"Not long ago, a great scientist came out, shocked the world, alerted us, guided us, and gave us knowledge. His achievements are beyond the reach of most people in the world. Even the vast majority of us here cannot do it. Before the conference begins, I suggest that we applaud him together!"

At that moment, Wan Keke felt his scalp explode.

It's him, it's about him!

What kind of honor is it that the conference gave him such a high evaluation?

At that moment, he even started to burst into tears, what a wonderful organizer!

He stood up, trying not to let himself shed tears, turned around, waved his hands to the back, and was ready to welcome everyone's thunderous applause.

Wan Keke's eyes filled with tears, and he waved his hands. The tears even blurred his vision. Like a superstar on TV, he kept thanking: "Thank you, everyone, thank you, thank you..."

He likes to be stared at, likes to be high above the ground, and likes the feeling of being the only one in heaven and earth.

Just for this moment today, everything before is worth it!

Die without regret!

Then he heard the host say: "He is dadoudou! Let us all applaud dadoudou...uh..."

The host suddenly stopped, and hundreds of eyes turned to Wan Keke at the same time.

The whole venue was suddenly dead silent.

"Ha..." A gloating laugh came from the corner, but it was unknown who it was.

...

Wan Keke stood on the stage for ten minutes, and he still didn't speak very fluently.

He had rehearsed the speech a long time ago, and he had forgotten all about it. Now standing on the stage, he was like a middle school student who was punished to recite English texts, stuttering and stumbling.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, everyone didn't pay much attention to him, and they all lowered their heads to refresh the content of the website.

Occasionally someone looked up at him, listened carefully to a few words, and then frowned when he heard his stumbling and unconfident speech.

This is the Wan scientific research that produced metallic hydrogen?

That's all!

Those who followed him also bowed their heads to refresh the paper.

Wan Keke is so angry. In his mind, his speech should be like a "TED speech". The atmosphere is warm, the true feelings are revealed, and the audience in the audience is also devoted. The interaction between the stage and the audience is as one, a passionate speech , was constantly interrupted by applause, and even had to beg everyone not to applaud.

In fact, his speech was like the first theory class on a summer afternoon. The lonely professor faced a room full of sleepy students. Except for occasionally raising his head to prove that he was still asleep, he couldn't even look at the blackboard. No.

In fact, Wan Keke was still thankful that no one looked up at him. The shame of his embarrassment just now made him unable to calm down for a long time. If he could, he really wanted to run away now.

Seeing this completely failed opening speech, the person in charge of the organizer almost cried.

Can you fight a little bit? Just like you, we still have to invite you to be the opening speaker, we are really beeping dogs!

Sensing the murderous look in the eyes of the person in charge of the organizer, Wan Keke raised his voice slightly, trying to attract everyone's attention.

His voice suddenly increased, and indeed many people raised their heads, but immediately there was another commotion: "There is a new paper!"

Refresh, wait for the progress bar, everyone's eyes are moving left and right with the progress bar in front of them, and even their heads are turning slightly, like a breeze blowing through a wheat field, stirring up waves of wheat.

Finally, it was completely refreshed, and someone with good intentions searched the database, and then let out a laugh: "Someone got shot again! This time it's...keyan wan!"

"The Application of Strong Magnetic Materials in Ship Propulsion Technology", dadoudou and keyan Wan's thesis, even the title is not bad, after clicking on it, glance at the citations, and make a judgment.

Keyan Wan! Wan scientific research!

Is this the one who is speaking on stage?

With this level of papers, with this level of speeches, he produced metal hydrogen?

not like...

A paper of this level may not even be qualified to participate in this conference.

A trace of doubt flashed in almost everyone's heart.

"Swipe!" All eyes looked at Wan Keke on the stage at the same time.

"Hi..." Wan Keke's words were forced back by everyone's eyes, stuffed in his throat, hiccupped, and then coughed violently.

He wanted to win other people's attention, but when hundreds of people's attention was focused on him, the malice and exploration contained in it made him unbearable.