Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Geng Jian ran to the administration building in small steps and went up to the stairwell on the second floor. He saw Miao Sui wearing an old patched military uniform with a military medal on his chest, holding a card in his hand, facing the corridor.

His wife Fei Jie is also dressed plainly, with a backpack and a water bottle slung around her waist. She looks like a logistics soldier fighting a protracted battle.

Geng Jian quickly turned to the direction of the corridor and looked up at the words on the cards. It was the four-character sutra that Miao Shou kept chanting and his name: Geng Jian! Pay off debts!

The two big exclamation marks are also written in red paint, which is very eye-catching.

Geng Jian's blood surged in an instant.

He has been to the administration building several times, and he has also participated in a number of activities organized by the party committee aimed at student party members, probationary party members and activists. Therefore, Geng Jian clearly knows that at least half of the more than 20 rooms on the second floor are courtyards. leadership.

As long as these people walked out the door, they would not lose sight of the broken seedlings, but those who saw broken seedlings would not lose sight of the playing cards, and those who saw the playing cards would not lose sight of the word Geng Jian.

In the current environment, the word "Geng Jian" is going to be famous in the Department of Biology, and it must be famous.

Geng Jian has always hoped to be famous. The Department of Biology of Peking University is the best in the country. If he can give a good impression to his classmates and school teachers during his four-year student life, he will be very successful in the future.

However, Geng Jian never thought that one day he would become notorious.

"What hate do we have, you want to... this way!" Geng Jian looked at Miao Sui and the young woman Fei Jie, with fear greater than anger, and he also noticed something wrong.

Miao Sui and Fei Jie behaved very calmly. Most of the time, he just stood there, neither blocking the communication of other teachers nor shouting.

Only when someone asked, Miao Xiao would say what he had prepared.

Geng Jian asked the same. Miao Sui glanced at him and said, "It's not a grudge, but the old man's death day is approaching. I am not like this. How can I get the money back and buy him a vase again? The money for our whole family is here. "

The young woman Fei Jie glanced at Geng Jian with some pity, and said, "My mother-in-law is crying at home, and we can't help it. You are a student and can't afford so much money, so we have to ask the school."

Taking advantage of a woman, Fei Jie can be ignorant of logic and only talk about "reason".

Geng Jiancai didn’t care about other people’s death days, and hurriedly said: "Didn’t we say yes, I will pay you back if I have money? We said yesterday. This morning, Miao Sui, you also agreed, and it only took a few hours. Come back and make trouble, where are people like you!"

"I originally thought that if you have money, you will definitely return it to us, but I didn't expect that after one day, you would have prepared eight cents." Miao Sui said that Geng Jian couldn't help but blush.

Back at school yesterday, Geng Jianguang was angry and regretful. Where did he go to raise funds. In fact, what he thought was that after graduation, two years later, when the family is settled, he will not return it again when he sees the opportunity. Money. Even if this is not possible, Geng Jian hopes to delay it for two more days, and wait for the impact of the matter to fade, before discussing other things.

He didn't expect that Miao Sui and Fei Jie were so "resolute".

Fei Jie glanced at Geng Jian again with a pity expression, and then said in a soft and calm tone: "620 yuan is based on the current interest. How can it cost 100 yuan a year? I'm not saying that I want to ask you for interest, but You can't give me 80 cents at a time, how long will you pay back? Besides, we are still waiting for the money to buy another vase."

"That shouldn't be found in the school either." Geng Jian was full of grievances.

Miao Sui said calmly: "The school is rich, otherwise, if you give the money, we will turn around and leave."

"I don't have any money yet..."

"Then it depends on your school." Miao Sui held the sign quietly.

Geng Jian turned his head back, looked at the guide, and said, "I really have no money to pay them back. Besides, they had a vase in their hand and hit me and broke it. I really couldn't help it, so they forced me to write. IOU."

"We have your classmates testify that it was the vase that you touched, the fragments of the vase are still there, and the purchase receipt is there." Miao Sui immediately gave a sentence.

The instructor took a breath and said, "Go to Dean Liu's office first."

Geng Jian lowered his head to follow, entered the corridor, and whispered quietly: "Can't you ask the school police to drive people first?"

"What should I do after the next day? Dean Liu must first understand the situation and solve the problem as much as possible." The instructor repelled Geng Jian with a word.

Although it is a severe crackdown, it is not indiscriminately arrested at the sight of people, especially in Beijing. Those with criminal records and those who have no work may be unlucky and treated unfairly, but Miao Su is wearing an old military uniform on his chest. Wearing a military medal, the purpose is to ask for money, and the school police is inconvenient to manage.

In fact, there are now more people collecting debts everywhere. State-owned enterprises can sell the goods and cannot get the money back, so that normal production cannot be maintained. Many state-owned enterprises have established their own debt collection departments throughout the year. In addition to being rectified by the other party’s factory, most of them were dealt with indifferently by the judicial department.

Miao Sui and his wife listened to Wang Bi's guidance and learned the advanced experience from Shenzhen. They only raised signs without shouting, and even the red paint was not splashed. Even if they were caught in the police station, they were not afraid.

The instructor has no experience in dealing with such things, so he is even more annoyed, saying: "I ask you whether the IOU is true or false."

As soon as he finished speaking, the instructor waved his hand again and said: "Okay, don't tell me, the dean will ask you later, and you should make it clear. Be careful and say a few words less, hey, you say you Dean Liu was in a good mood today, so I let you ruin it."

The last sentence was precious information, and Geng Jian hurriedly asked: "Why is the dean in a good mood?"

This time, it was the instructor's turn to look at him with pity: "Our department may have published a good paper, and Dean Liu is just happy. You hit the gun."

Geng Jian smirked twice, except for a smirk, he didn't know what to do.

There are offices on both sides of the corridor, and the door is open. There are always teachers or office staff who have nothing to do. They stick their heads and look at the signs Miao Sui is holding.

Today’s buildings are narrow and cramped. Office buildings are generally used as a two-story building and two-story building used as a three-story building. The office area per capita is small and there are more people in the office. The Department of Biology is considered a medium-scale department. There are more than a dozen people sitting in an office, and the washbasin and towels at the door are all laid out-one on the first floor of the bathroom. Usually, if you want to wash your hands or face, you have to do it in the office.

In this way, when Miao broke his hand holding the sign "Geng Jian! Repay the debt!" standing at the top of the stairs, everyone in half of the office building could find it.

Geng Jian walked through the corridor, only to feel that the line of sight behind him was fiery. This fieryness did not turn to him until he entered Dean Liu's office.

"Dean Liu." The instructor greeted softly.

Geng Jian also called out: "Dean Liu."

"What's the matter?" Dean Liu didn't lift his head, his voice couldn't hear the joy or anger.

"This is Geng Jian." The instructor really didn't want to be the introducer.

Dean Liu raised his head and looked at Geng Jian seriously. After a while, he said: "Don't worry about this for a while, you guys wait a moment, I'll deal with other things first."

"Good, good." The instructor nodded repeatedly. No one wants to be a person who reports bad news. It would be better if there is a good news to dilute it. He smiled and said: "I heard there is a good paper?"

Dean Liu laughed at the corner of his mouth and coughed slightly, and his tone became more approachable: "It's not just a good paper, it's "cell"."

"The American journal "Cell"?" The mentor suddenly cheered up. He himself is an undergraduate. After entering Peking University, although he has done some research within his capacity, the three journals of cns are still like holy books. Out of reach.

Dean Liu nodded slightly, and said, "It looks right to look up."

"Just looked up?"

"People's letters, how can we open them and read them? When someone comes, let's read them together." Dean Liu was indeed very happy.

This was in 1984, only a few years after the reform and opening up. The native scholars of Peking University hardly produced a few decent papers, and most of them returned from overseas.

Of course, even with the addition of scholars returning from overseas, there are still very few who can publish papers in Science, Nature, and Cell.

At present, a "Nature" or "Science" paper belongs to the academician level configuration. Some old academicians are used to publishing papers in Chinese journals. No "Nature" or "Science" papers are normal.

But anyway, as the best university in the country, Peking University's goal is always to accumulate more and more good papers. Universities in Asia, such as Nanyang Technological University in Singapore, produce close to triple-digit cns-level papers in a year. The current strongest University of Tokyo, not to mention, ranks first in both absolute quantity and quality.

Now Peking University is almost hungry for good articles.

An article "Cell" to Peking University is like a box of delicious cakes, and an article "Cell" to Peking University's Department of Biology is like a cart of delicious cakes, plus two hundred bottles of drinks.

Dean Liu smiled like Santa Claus, and said: "The envelope sent by "cell" is very clearly written on the head. It is a confirmation letter sent back to the author. Let's just wait and see. Hey, that's why. , The big journals are different, and an envelope is made different."

The instructor replied repeatedly.

Geng Jian shrank in the corner of the sofa, curious, happy, and a little bit disappointed.

He got into trouble and was not directly sent off. This is a happy thing, but he got into trouble~www.NovelMTL.com~ Others have gift packages that fell from the sky, and then, the person who took the gift package was even more troublesome than the one who caused the trouble. I am important, and it is not surprising that I am lost.

"I'll be here in a while, we are the first top-level paper of this year." Dean Liu smiled and patted the desk, and a thin and tall international mail was placed right in the center of his office.

Soon.

The office door was knocked, accompanied by a "report" sound.

Dean Liu stood up and said with a smile: "Here, I'm talking about you, ah, the letter from "cell" is waiting for you to unlock the mystery."

The same paper, with different lengths, different locations, and different publication times, has different natural meanings.

Geng Jian, who had been bowing his head, also looked towards the door.

Standing at the door was Yang Rui wearing a custom linen shirt, handmade belt and handmade Italian leather shoes.

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