Chapter 918: 914. A Nobel Prize Winner Shows Support (Seeking Subscriptions and Monthly Tickets)

Zhang Ran returned to his leisurely sunbathing once he had finished resolving the matter, occasionally guiding the two little ones with their homework.

Compared to those business matters, such things gave Zhang Ran a greater sense of accomplishment.

Especially watching the younger generation grow step by step under his guidance, this sense of accomplishment made him feel extremely satisfied.

However, while Zhang Ran was satisfied, Professor Zheng was not having such an easy time of it.

"Lao Zheng, stop looking so gloomy. Zhang Ran has already helped out; with his influence, he should be able to invite some people to help show their support," Qian Zhengkun comforted him.

"That's right, Lao Zheng, there's no need to be so pessimistic. Besides, didn't Zhang Ran say that at worst, you can just go work at Zhang Ran's laboratory in the future.

With his financial strength, plus the unique things in his laboratory, you'll be able to research an even more shocking project to slap them in the face when the time comes," the person beside him also comforted him.

Although the current result was much better than before, Professor Zheng still couldn't truly set his mind at ease until the final result came out.

Watching his old friends comfort him one by one, the worry originally in Professor Zheng's heart dissipated a little, and at the same time, he felt waves of warmth.

"Thank you all," Professor Zheng said softly.

Qian Zhengkun laughed and said, "Why are you talking about thanks with us? We've been old friends for so many years, people who will even have their graves bought together in the future, why be so polite?"

Indeed, they had actually already discussed it, deciding to just all be buried together in the future; even if they were dead, they could still be neighbors.

Old professors like Qian Zhengkun had also come from the countryside in the past, but after so many years, their hometowns had already forgotten them.

They couldn't go back either; if they wanted to go back, people probably wouldn't even recognize them anymore.

So in the end, they also decided to buy a grave and just settle down locally; there was no need to keep emphasizing the idea of falling leaves returning to their roots.

"Haha, Lao Zheng, stop talking about these things. Let's go, let's go drink. It's been so many years since we've had a truly hearty drink; let's take this opportunity to have a good meal and drink," someone suggested.

Professor Zheng knew his old friends wanted him to drown his sorrows, so he thought for a moment and said, "Alright, let's go, my treat."

After speaking, the few old men marched spiritedly to Professor Zheng's home. There was no helping it; they were old, after all, and it was better to drink at home—at the very least, there would be someone to keep an eye on them.

If they drank outside and weren't careful after having too much, they might take a fall, and then the problem would be big.

Professor Zheng's wife also knew about their situation, so she made some good dishes and bought good wine, and she didn't stop them.

However, Professor Zheng's wife still made a call to the wives of Qian Zhengkun and the others, and before long, they had all arrived as well.

But they didn't stop their own men from drinking either; they were just a little worried.

Professor Zheng didn't know how much he had drunk; in any case, he had the intention of getting himself drunk, otherwise, there was really no way to sleep.

Although this matter had only happened about half a month ago, the impact it brought him was huge.

Because if this matter failed in the competition, the impact on him would be too great, especially regarding his reputation.

Taking advantage of being drunk this time, Professor Zheng had a good sleep.

It was unknown how much time had passed before Professor Zheng woke up with a headache, instantly feeling as if his whole body didn't belong to him.

After all, at his age, such a hangover was still a bit hard to bear.

Fortunately, hangover soup had long been placed on the nightstand, and it was even warm, clearly prepared by his wife.

His wife could also guess when he would wake up; after all, they had lived together for so many years, and Professor Zheng hadn't been drunk few times in the past.

It was only in recent years that it had become less frequent due to his health.

After finishing the hangover soup and lying on the bed for a while longer, Professor Zheng finally recovered a bit.

He took a deep breath, slowly got out of bed, and put on his clothes.

However, just as he stepped out of the bedroom door, he heard his wife talking to someone, and it was the voice of an old man.

"Principal, why have you come?" Professor Zheng saw the school principal sitting on the sofa at this moment.

"Why can't I come?" the principal said with a straight face.

Seeing him like this, Professor Zheng seemed to think of something instantly, and waves of bitterness surged in his heart—had he lost in the end?

"Sigh, Principal, I accept the punishment. I am willing to take full responsibility; I will write my resignation letter tomorrow," Professor Zheng said, his heart growing more bitter as he spoke.

He had decided to retire before, but in the end, he hadn't been able to stay idle, wanting to do one good project before finally retiring.

But he hadn't expected this kind of ending, which made Professor Zheng feel extremely uncomfortable.

The principal's expression was also very serious, "You really should be punished."

Hearing him say this, the corners of Professor Zheng's mouth grew even more bitter, and his already dizzy head felt even less energetic now.

However, he didn't see that a hint of a smile had appeared on the principal's lips, "But not to write a resignation report."

"Hmm?" Professor Zheng looked at the principal, not understanding; he had already accepted his punishment, what else did he want?

"You said you know Anderson, why didn't you say so earlier? With a connection like that, why didn't you reach out sooner? At the very least, our school could have established some cooperative relationship with them," the principal said.

"Anderson? Which Anderson?" Professor Zheng didn't quite react.

"Which Anderson could it be? Of course, it's that Anderson who won the Nobel Prize," the principal said.

Then he asked suspiciously, "Are you hiding something from me?"

"Principal, you today... no, what is the result?" Professor Zheng seemed to react at this moment.

The principal didn't pretend anymore at this time and said with a big laugh, "What else could it be? With Anderson stepping in, of course you won.

No matter what, top-tier journals still need to give face to a Nobel Prize winner."

"I... I won?" Professor Zheng seemed a bit unable to believe it; he had won in just one night?

And he had thought he had lost before, but he hadn't expected the reversal to come so quickly.

"Of course. You even managed to move Anderson; there's definitely no problem with the matter. I'm still a bit curious, how did you manage to move Anderson?" the principal asked.

Actually, this was the question he cared about most. A Professor Zheng wasn't enough to truly move him; even if Professor Zheng failed the competition, it would only be a minor issue.

But the friendship of a Nobel Prize winner was indeed very important, because it represented many meanings.

Professor Zheng was still a bit dazed at this moment, but he reacted quickly. He didn't know Anderson, or rather, he knew Anderson, but Anderson didn't know him.

Then the result was very obvious!