"Director Gareth, have you had lunch?" Bolton asked: "Eat some lunch, hunger may have caused you to hallucinate."

after,

Gareth left in anger, leaving Burton alone.

When Gareth returned to the office, the anger in his heart was still not gone. This anger would be vented when he received the Nobel Prize. The first target of criticism would be Xu Mang, and then Burton.

From the current point of view,

Xu Mang should have been hindered, but whether it was an obstacle or not was just Gareth's guess, but it was no longer the point, because his research report was about to be completed.

"Hey!"

"Director Gareth!"

"We've finished it!" A student called Gareth and said seriously: "We have finally solved a difficult problem in the history department!"

"What?"

"Is it finally solved?"

After receiving the call, Gareth was so excited that he almost had a brain congestion, and said squeaking: "Great!"

The words fell,

He ran out of the office like crazy and met many people along the way. Many people were curious about the crazy Director Gareth.

"What's wrong with Director Gareth?"

"I wonder...has his research project made any progress?"

"Looking at his expression, it might have been solved."

...

"Where's the data?"

"Show me the data!" Gareth came to the laboratory and said to his team members,

moment,

Gareth sat in front of the computer monitor and carefully read the content on it. His expression was quite serious, but he soon showed excitement.

"Very good!"

"This can definitely shock the whole world!" Gareth stood up and shouted happily to the members of his team: "We have done something that others cannot do!"

Although,

Gareth did not completely solve the core problem of m-theory, but he provided a new path for m-theory, which was a carnival for the supporters of m-theory.

"Hello?"

"Smith!"

"The M theory finally has its latest breakthrough!" Gareth said: "This year's Nobel Prize is mine!"

Facing Gareth,

Professor Smith didn't know what to do for a while. For Gareth... what happened next might be too cruel for him.

"Gareth..."

"Don't ever have such an idea..." Smith said: "There are still more than two months before the Nobel announcement. Anything can happen. You can only relax your vigilance the night before the announcement."

"Yeah?"

"Do you have such strong expectations for Xu Mang?" Gareth asked.

"It's not that I have expectations, but... forget it." Smith said: "There are still fifteen minutes... you will know by then."

Fifteen minutes?
Chapter completed!