Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"The conference room is no longer available. It is fine to print the papers." The staff of the organizing committee answered Huang Mao's request without looking up, very formulaic.

Huang Mao thought to himself that if the conference room can be squeezed to sit down, it is more important to print the paper booklet.

Therefore, Huang Mao and Yan Yue said: "Then trouble you, I will print 100 more essays."

The staff of the organizing committee immediately raised their heads, but sneered: "100 essays, who do you think you are? James Dewey Watson?

Several scholars around laughed naturally.

Huang Mao's face turned red all of a sudden. He was not good at arguing, so he asked: "How many copies can be printed?"

"The organizing committee can give you two copies for free." The staff member from the United States smiled and said, "Usually it is enough. You should also be enough. Don't think too much, most of the time. People who take away the essay book will not necessarily read it."

Huang Mao couldn't help it anymore: "Did they watch, we know."

"Whatever you want." The American shrugged and raised his chin slightly arrogantly. At least in Huang Mao's eyes, the American expression is extremely arrogant.

"Give me two copies first." Huang Mao swallowed his unhappiness, thinking that he could print as many as he could.

The American said with a "Well", "Wait."

Huang Mao was anxious, and asked quickly, "How long will I have to wait for the dissertation booklet to be distributed soon."

"If you can't wait, go and copy it yourself." The American pointed to the room at the back and said, "Each set of papers-US dollars."

"-Dollar!" Huang Mao couldn't breathe, wishing to choke himself to death.

Although in Yang Rui's Huarui laboratory, tens of thousands of dollars worth of instruments have been used for a long time, and hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of reagents are often used, but he will not put one dollar in his pocket.

In fact, even with dollars in his pocket, Huang Mao couldn't bear to use it. No matter how rare today's photocopiers are, they can't make copies of a set of papers-dollars.

Huang Mao tried his best according to reason, and the staff of the organizing committee didn't give up, saying: "If you want to copy at your own expense, you can pay. If you apply for free copy, you can fill out the form and wait in line."

"I'll pay for it and keep the account first." Huang Mao couldn't wait. Huarui Lab did more than three months of experiments, and the total cost exceeded $100,000. You can't drop the chain at this time.

The staff of the organizing committee shook his head and said: "You can't keep accounts."

"You..." Huang Mao pointed his finger, really helpless. The other party is a foreigner, so you can't go up and tear it madly.

After staying for two seconds, Huang Mao turned around and ran back. Yang Rui is often rich. As for whether he has dozens of dollars, he can only fight for his luck.

The staff behind sneered again. International conferences are also to make money. For Chinese scholars who have just stepped into the international world, international conferences are naturally a very large existence, but for foreign organizations that have been playing international conferences for decades, international conferences can also make money. At the very least, it can be balanced and slightly profitable.

Photocopying costs money, and participation in conferences and even presentations actually have to pay additional registration fees. It is only a domestic mechanism that makes TCM foreign trade have to pay for this part of the money, otherwise the current group of poor research institutions will not be able to get foreign exchange at all. , The international conference they held was meaningless.

However, what TCM foreign trade is willing to pay or must pay is the registration fee.If you copy such money separately, TCM foreign trade will naturally not pay, but the conference organizing committee will not charge less because of its Chinese characteristics. I have seen the organizing committee staff of backward China in the 1980s, and they are even more prejudiced against Chinese scholars.

After a while, Huang Mao rushed back to the conference hall.

At this time, the brochures of thesis in front of Yang Rui were almost gone, and the number of scholars who were asking for it was increasing unabated, and he could not give or not give it to anyone.

With the effort Huang Mao got in, he watched the paper booklet glow.

Yang Rui even saw Huang Mao come back, and said loudly: "Please wait a moment, my colleagues have already copied more papers back."

The people who were waiting to read the paper calmed down, and then looked at Huang Mao eagerly.

Huang Mao was speechless for a while.

Yang Rui touched him and said in Chinese: "What about the paper?"

"One-dollar, I didn't bring money." Huang Mao wiped his forehead, trying to solve the main problem first.

Yang Rui frowned slightly: "Doesn't the organizing committee give some free copies? We used to print it ourselves, so let's ask them to make some copies first."

"I know, but it takes a long time to wait for free copying. If you want to get it right away, you have to give money, one-US dollars, 10 copies of 3 dollars... With so many people, 6 copies are 150 dollars. The money is almost the same." Huang Mao gritted his teeth, 150 US dollars can be exchanged for 106 yuan at random, which is his salary for more than half a year.

Yang Rui knew that copying costs money, but he didn't expect to wait for free copying. At this time, he didn't have the choice. First he took the money out of his pocket and gave Huang Mao a brainstorm, saying: "How many copies can be printed first, If you call the laboratory again, there should be money in the account."

At this moment, the foreigner waiting next to him also saw that something was wrong, and a white-haired old man was the first to ask.

Yang Rui immediately turned over what Huang Mao had said, and then he said, "I'm really sorry, I didn't expect to need so many essays, we will solve this problem as soon as possible."

"I will also help you solve a problem." The white-haired old man stood up and said: "There should be no waiting time for free copying. I will tell you."

Huang Mao didn't care who this was, and quickly led it.

When they arrived at the office of the organizing committee, the staff saw a white-haired enthusiastic old man, but suddenly became enthusiastic: "Mr. Chagaf, why are you here?"

"I want to see this Chinese scholar's paper. If you don't copy it, of course I can only come by myself." Chagaf's voice was loud, and it immediately attracted the attention of the whole room.

Seeing that he didn't need help, he went directly to the photocopier and started copying by himself. While copying, Chagaf cursed the conference organizing committee.

When they printed more than 6 essay brochures and left, almost all the staff were scolded and crying.

"After we have confirmed what you said, we will fire him." The person in charge at the scene had to make such a promise to Chagaf.

Chagaf said with no joy or anger: "The point is not that he is alone. You all have problems. I suggest you come and listen to Yang Rui's report~www.NovelMTL.com~ The leaders nodded quickly.

However, when they got to the meeting room, the water that had been stuffed inside was blocked, and they couldn't squeeze in.

"How to arrange such a small conference room? Is the organizing committee's mind muddled?" Those who came to listen to the report were all researchers.

The leaders of the organizing committee who followed Chagaf and Huang Mao had a fever on their faces.

On the other side, Richard had looked silly.

This is an international conference. There are only a few hundred scholars invited to come, but there are five or six lectures held at the same time. A six-person conference room is full. I am afraid that half of the researchers will be packed in. Richard has never enjoyed it himself.

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