Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Yang Rui!" After returning to the dormitory, a girl rushed over and stopped Yang Rui and Mao Qiming.

Yang Rui seemed to smell the breath of a familiar female man, and stopped obediently: "Do you know me?"

"I don't know anyone, how can I not know Yang Rui!" The girl who came quickly stood in front of Yang Rui, stretched out her hand, and said: "My name is Han Mei, a reporter from the school newspaper. I can give you an interview. ?"

"Han Meimei?"

"Han Mei!" The girl's voice was so crisp, she asked again, "Can I do an interview? We can sit by the flowerbed."

"Can you not do it?"

"Yes, it is your freedom to accept interviews."

"but?"

"But I will follow you." Classmate Han Mei smiled.

"Okay." Yang Rui looked at his watch. There was still plenty of time. He didn't have much to do in these two days, so Yiyan sat down by the flowerbed.

Han Mei gathered her hair, sat opposite Yang Rui satisfied, and asked the first question: "Yang Rui, what is your ideal university?"

"Just like Peking University is good." Yang Rui replied perfunctorily.

Student Han Mei didn't pursue it, and then asked: "Then what is your ideal target?"

Yang Rui suddenly opened his mouth and was dumbfounded. Don't look at the 30-year-old uncles everywhere in the university, but few people talk about who I am in public. Chinese society has always been shy about this.

It is more inappropriate to write in the school newspaper.

"Do you have a partner?" Han Mei did not wait for Yang Rui's answer, and asked again.

"The school newspaper still wants to interview these?" Yang Rui couldn't laugh or cry.

"Nowadays, students don’t like to read school newspapers. Oh, they just read "Harvest" and "People's Literature". People who read newspapers also ran to read "People's Daily" and "Reference News". I didn't mean to care. National events are not good, but you must first care about the little things around you. The former students have come to ask for the school newspaper to read..." Han Mei instantly entered the complaining mode, Yang Rui's eyes turned green before he continued to say: "I There is no way. You have to interview readers what they like to attract them to read the school newspaper. Now everyone is most interested in you. Girls will definitely want to know if you have a target."

Not to mention Yang Rui, Mao Qiming next to him was already laughing.

Han Mei calmed down.

Mao Qiming laughed while admiring Yang Rui.

The female reporter is not bad. She is also a girl from the Department of Journalism of Peking University. She is very meticulous in the interview. She can be regarded as talented and attractive, and very attractive.

Secondly, it is the first time that Mao Qiming observes an interview on the spot, even if it is an interview from the school newspaper, it has nothing to do with him.

He looked at Yang Rui for a while, and the female reporter for a while, almost drooling.

Of course, Yang Rui would not talk to the female reporter of the school newspaper. He gagged and answered a few questions, and finally dealt with the past.

Half an hour later, student Han Mei, a female reporter of the school newspaper, returned with satisfaction, and Mao Qiming also took back his saliva, looked at Yang Rui, and paid his respects.

In fact, he really wanted to take the head and worshipped, because he was afraid that Yang Rui would not accept it.

"Brother Rui, you are this." Mao Qiming learned the tongue-in-cheek sound of a Beijinger, and raised two thumbs. The name "Brother Rui" was also heard from a certain experimental dog.

Yang Rui laughed twice, patted Mao Qiming on the shoulder, and continued to walk towards the dormitory.

Mao Qiming's thoughts were extremely vivid. He walked halfway and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Rui, you are now a man in the school, and you can endure the tortoise and grandson of Geng Jian and **** on your head. Urinate?"

Yang Rui waved his hand: "Where is it so serious."

"It's more serious than this. You think it's simple. It's because you are a lion and tiger, he is a jackal. If he can't bite you, you can only forget it, but if you are not a lion and tiger, like me, a rabbit and fox, you were bitten by him a long time ago. died."

Yang Rui laughed: "You have nothing to do with rabbits, foxes are almost the same."

"The fox is dead too. Think about it. The clothes are not suitable. If you catch you once, if you are unlucky, you may remember it. If you come back twice in the future, you may stay in school for inspection."

"Will not."

Mao Qiming sighed: "You are too kind to people, too gentle. Geng Jian is just bullying your good old man, so he keeps asking you trouble again and again."

It was the first time that Yang Rui was said to be too gentle and a good person, but he was quite satisfied with this evaluation, and smiled: "If he finds trouble, let him find it, and I have nothing to lose."

"How about that. Look at his current attitude."

"Even if you have a bad attitude, you can't fight at school, let alone actively let the school intervene." Yang Rui continued to "moderately": "The school's response is hard to predict. The result of the fight is also hard to predict. If the two sides cannot control the scene. What if the school punishes you or simply expels it? Isn’t it even worse to get to the police station?"

Mao Qiming wanted to say he was not afraid, but he was actually afraid.

So, after careful consideration, Mao Qiming whispered: "Let's find a student from another school over here."

"Paper bags can't keep the fire, and can't touch things like this. Besides, when it comes to students from other schools, the school will definitely favor the students of the school. Geng Jian is not necessarily unlucky. Also, which foreign school student is willing to do this kind of thing for you, Maybe I will threaten you because of this in the future." Yang Rui thought clearly than Mao Qiming.

Mao Qiming lowered his head, took out the last move, and said: "Then you can only start with Guo Rong."

"Who?"

"A girl that Geng Jian likes. I have an idea to make Geng Jian somersault."

Yang Rui shook his head again and said, "It's better not to involve others."

"Oh, you are like this, you are the fault of the good old man again..." Mao Qiming also shook his head vigorously: "You can't be a good old man. Being a good old man is easy to suffer, and others don't understand it."

An inexplicable figure of Huo Laosi appeared in front of Yang Rui. Huo Laosi was the boss of the underworld at Xixian Passenger Transport Station. Because of Yang Rui, several battalions of militias led by relatives of the Yang family were sent to death.

As for the cause, Yang Rui's memory is now blurred.

If Huo Laosi heard Mao Qiming's evaluation of Yang Rui, he would probably curse: Yang Rui is a good old man, and my whole family is a good old man.

Back in the dormitory, Mao Qiming thought hard about the tricks, and was still thinking about it when he climbed into the bed.

Dong Zhicheng poked his head from the upper bunk, glanced at them strangely, and said, "Someone came to you just now and asked you to go to the counselor's office for a while."

"what's up?"

"I don't know, I didn't ask either."

"Could it be Geng Jian who ran to the counselor to file a complaint?" Mao Qiming jumped off the bed.

Yang Rui was also a little puzzled, and said, "Go and take a look."

He drank a glass of water, rubbed his face and went out.

Mao Qiming immediately followed and said: "In case there is any problem, I can at least send a letter for help."

Yang Rui nodded and came to the administration building with doubts.

When he knocked on the counselor's room, Mao Qiming instantly became nervous.

Two middle-aged and elderly cadres were sitting in it, serious as if they were about to expel a few students immediately.

Yang Rui relaxed in an instant.

"Chief Hai, why are you here?" Yang Rui stepped forward to shake hands and greeted with honorifics by the way. Chief Hai is not young anymore, and there are other people beside him. He doesn't want to be considered arrogant, so that Chief Hai won't lose face.

Chief Hai embraced Yang Rui, patted his back passionately, and said with a smile: "What else can I do? I'm here to give you money."

"Send money?"

"The 100,000 yuan of experimental funding was approved by the head office for special affairs. I happened to be fine today, so I sent it to you." As he said, Director Hai hooked back.

Another middle-aged and elderly cadre who accompanied him smiled at Yang Rui, put the document bag on the table, took out an envelope from the inside, and opened it, but it was a passbook.

"Get it as you use it, reimburse it on time, spend first, then reimburse. All expenses must have an invoice, and the expenses that are not offset by the invoice will not be reimbursed, you have to pay attention." Director Hai handed the passbook to Yang Rui.

Yang Rui opened the deposit, and saw that the deposit amount was clearly written in Arabic numerals and uppercase numbers: 100000 yuan.

Mao Qiming's eyes almost stared out.

The counselor was not much better. He only looked at the other party's work permit and didn't know that the other party was coming to send money.

Moreover, it is a gift of 100,000 yuan!

He had never seen five zero passbooks.

Even professors at Peking University may not be able to get a funding of 100,000 yuan. Needless to say, liberal arts, science has not many majors with high funding. Some professors who do not have a ** laboratory can only get access to the 1,000 yuan level. The experimental expenses of, is not accessible to the most expensive equipment and equipment expenses.

In fact, most of the funding methods are to be paid on time and on schedule, with an initial payment of 10% to 20%, and then a little bit of payment like a toothpaste squeeze.

Even a famous professor in a prestigious university like Richard had to tear his face to get the money at one time, and the result was only about 30% of the total.

It is not that there are no local tyrants who don't even look at the experimental plan, but first take 100,000 yuan, but such local tyrants usually go to top experts and find a student. The instructor has never heard of it.

"Wait, I'll call the director over." The counselor can't bear the pressure anymore. The numbers are so appalling that he feels a great responsibility.

Director Hai frowned and said, "This matter has nothing to do with your director. Yang Rui, you take the passbook first. The company's letters of introduction and other things are in the envelope."

He handed Yang Rui a big envelope again, saying: "Remember, for the three-month report, the amount of money drawn must be the same as the amount of the invoice."

"Any invoice is fine?" Yang Rui was also sponsored for the first time with such a large amount of experimental funds. This feeling is completely different from that of making things and selling them for money. It's like the difference between when you take something out and sell it, and if you don't have anything, you receive a deposit first.

The cadre who came with Director Hai coughed heavily and said, "Of course the actual invoice is required."

Director Hai blinked at Yang Rui and said, "The invoice must be authentic. You can't fool people with fake invoices. It's troublesome to find out. In addition, the expenses must be reasonable, and you can't get tens of thousands of dollars in one go. The catering invoice, right? If you buy equipment, the company can ask to see the actual product. In short, the basic invoice system must be followed, understand?"

Yang Rui touched his head and said, "I understand."

This system is far behind the reimbursement system 30 years later. And 30 years later, academics are about to be put on the table. For the experiment funding of 100,000 yuan, it is normal for the project applicant to reach out and take 50,000 yuan. For the remaining 50,000 yuan, buy a computer and buy Dozens of USB flash drives are normal. If you bought enough computer headsets and stereos in the previous experiment, you can only issue invoices and not take the actual products this time.

As for now, as far as Director Hai said, Yang Rui felt that this one hundred thousand yuan was like giving himself pocket money.

It turned out that Sinomedicine Foreign Trade is also such a kind-hearted state-owned enterprise. The good old man Yang Rui nodded silently, and said, "What are your requirements for the project experiment?"

"You must publish more than one paper in a journal at or above the provincial level." The cadre behind Director Hai spoke up.

Yang Rui waited for five seconds, but before he said the second sentence, he asked, "It's over? That's it?"

"that's all."

Yang Rui grinned: "The school journals of Peking University are all publications above the provincial level."

"That's okay, just compliant. However, your publications are better, and you can fight for funding next year, right?" Director Hai patted Yang Rui on the shoulder and said, "You are all at international conferences. It’s a celebrity giving a speech, it’s not good to publish a school journal."

"How to count foreign journals?"

"Of course it's at the national level or above. UU reading www.uukanshu.com is best published in foreign journals." Director Hai nodded repeatedly, 100,000 yuan for a foreign journal's paper, it is a bit expensive, but According to the scientific research level and cost-effectiveness ratio of central enterprises, it is actually not much more expensive.

After all, Yang Rui can be regarded as a rising star.

Yang Rui was a little cheerful and a little excited. As a scientific researcher, it was better to get funding than *, and when he got the funding, he did have the motivation to write a good paper.

He is not short of money, but if he can use the foreign trade money of Chinese medicine to do a high-expensive basic research, it is still very comfortable.

"Pop!" The counselor hurried out, but decided to go to the department head.

Mao Qiming leaned on his knees next to the table, propped himself with his hands, and looked at Yang Rui. The story of the Water Margin in his head became chaotic.

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