Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Su Xiankai! Your telegram! Go to the concierge." The office aunt Liu Hongmei occupies the only phone in the room, and everyone's information must be passed on by her.

Su Xiankai looked up blankly, his generous face in a state of confusion.

"Oh, your telegram, I don't know what's the matter, please go and see, don't have anything wrong with your hometown, your village is in the mountains, it's not easy to send a telegram." The tone is a bit weird.

Su Xiankai mumbled, put the bookmark on the spot where he had just read, and went out.

The aunt looked at his movements, and felt uncomfortable, and said: "I read English magazines every day, as if he can understand it. Isn't that a teaching assistant!"

There were two people sitting opposite the office aunt, just smiling and not talking.

Su Xiankai left the teaching building and kicked a stone dullly.

He is a student who passed the exam from Taihang Mountain. The so-called old revolutionary zone sounds good to say, but in fact it can only be said to be red and professional, but in schools and offices, everyone talks about Taihang Mountains and their first impression is that they are poor.

Liu Hongmei, an old teacher in the office, even talks about "poor" and "mountain" from time to time.

The reason is simple. Liu Hongmei's son and Su Xiankai graduated in the same year. Su Xiankai stayed in school because of good grades. However, Liu Hongmei's son was unable to be assigned to the school because he read only an unknown junior college.

The two young men had different fates, but Liu Hongmei had a thorn in her heart. Perhaps it was the menopause. When Liu Hongmei caught the opportunity, she had to satirize Su Xiankai with a few words before she felt happy.

Naturally, Su Xiankai would not feel happy.

On the contrary, the air in the office is almost depressive.

If it is evaluated in the language of later generations, Liu Hongmei is performing cold violence.

However, although Su Xiankai reads papers every day, he is helpless. He can go to the laboratory, but the laboratory is shared by multiple groups. After completing the experiment, he will come out. He can also go to the classroom, but the classroom is also used by all students in the school. Yes, I will leave after class.

The school also requires teachers to sit in class to facilitate students to ask questions.

Few people came to ask little teaching assistants questions, so Su Xiankai walked around in the library and office every day.

Because the school cannot provide funds for young teachers, young people such as Su Xiankai must do theoretical research first. Only when the theoretical research is done well can the funding be increased.

Su Xiankai eagerly hopes to write a theoretical manuscript and publish it in a national journal, and then get the school's highest funding of 3,000 yuan to do the project he wants to do.

Getting the funds and starting the project not only means leaving the "newcomer" stage, but also means having a new office to choose from. Even the worst project office, Su Xiankai can move there as soon as possible.

The resentment of middle-aged women is really terrible.

While making plans for the future, Su Xiankai speeded up his pace to hedge against the evil spirits of the office aunt.

He rarely receives telegrams. The last time Su Xiankai received a telegram from his hometown was more than a year ago. There were four words in it: the mother came back quickly.

Su Xiankai was frightened and panicked. He collapsed several times overnight and stood back to his hometown. As a result, his mother had an old stomach ailment and was hospitalized without money. His brother secretly took a telegram.

With such a concise four-character telegram, Su Xiankai was complained many times by his father. "You can eat a cage of vegetarian buns" is almost the mantra of Su's father.

Su Xiankai was also worried about something urgent at home: The autumn harvest is about to come. Could it be that something happened to the big livestock in the family? It’s fine if the livestock gets sick, don’t let the family get sick...

Su Xiankai thought wildly, entered the concierge, and asked, "Master, is there a telegram from me?"

The concierge read the newspaper wearing reading glasses and took it off to see people. He saw a familiar young teacher and said: "The telegram and letter are in the basket on the right. Take your own. Remember to sign before you go. Don't take it."

After the exhortation was over, the old concierge continued to read his newspaper.

Su Xiankai had to find letters and telegrams in the bamboo basket.

There are a lot of correspondence letters from a school every day. Normal people use ordinary letters for normal contact. Some people can send several letters a day, and the letters from the concierge are still sent to the teacher, otherwise the number will have to be increased tenfold.

While Su Xiankai was looking for it, someone came again and shouted, "Old Sun, do you have a letter from me?"

The uncle concierge took off the reading glasses as usual and took a look. He saw a somersault cloud turned over and said with glaring eyes: "Professor Wang is here. I put your letter in the drawer. I am worried that it will be soiled."

A letter was handed to the other party in minutes.

Su Xiankai looked up at this time and said hello: "Professor Wang."

"Xiao Su is here too, okay, you are busy, I will go back first, there is still an experiment I haven't finished." Professor Wang laughed twice, and left after receiving the letter, no time wasted.

Su Xiankai continued to look through the letters with some discomfort. His telegram was urgent and should have been released.

However, the concierge is not a bird to him, and he is helpless. The atmosphere of the school is like this. The dull and conservative atmosphere has never dissipated. Of course, it is inevitable that there is a strong bureaucratic smell floating around, like body odor. It's not seen, can't go away.

The concierge only recognizes school leaders and department leaders. Famous or powerful professors and associate professors will also be remembered. Apart from this, no one can be familiar with him.

"Found it." Su Xiankai slandered while finding the telegram with his name on it.

"Did you bring your work permit?" The uncle concierge pushed the signature book over, pointed to the bottom, and said, "Sign up and get the letter."

Su Xiankai quickly completed the entire process and tore it apart on the spot.

The concierge did not say anything, the telegram was indeed anxious.

No matter what is urgent, who would shoot a telegram, this is a word for money.

Brush pull.

Su Xiankai shook his hand and unfolded the telegram.

The unfolding telegram shocked Su Xiankai and the gatekeeper Lao Sun.

"Does the telegram still have a leaflet?" Lao Sun said that he was at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain... No, I had been in the concierge for many years and had never seen a leaflet telegram.

Su Xiankai nodded mumu, and said, "It looks like the telegram is correct."

The telegram looked up, with seven black characters and two symbols, "Mr. Su Xiankai, hello:"

Su Xiankai was dizzy at that time.

Does anyone else write a telegram like this?

Seven words and two symbols, two cages of plain steamed buns are gone!

However, the sender of this telegram is obviously a bit special.

He sent the telegram like a letter, and, for fear that he couldn't explain it clearly, there were many explanations.

In fact, it was nothing more than inviting myself to Beijing to participate in an interview at Peking University... No need to finish reading, Su Xiankai agreed.

Give the ticket money, give the accommodation fee, or double sleeper.

How could Su Xiankai disagree.

"Peking University is indeed rich." After reading it, Su Xiankai deliberately counted the words: 268 words, at least 20 yuan!

"What does this mean?" The concierge asked carefully.

"Talking about things, invite me to have a meeting." Su Xiankai felt inexplicably happy, rolled up the telegram, and said: "The letter said that a remittance slip was attached and it arrived in two days. Please help me to pay attention to it. ."

"Okay, I'll stay for you as soon as possible." The uncle concierge immediately agreed, and he wanted to ask a few more questions, and he had already left.

Su Xiankai returned to the teaching building, hesitated for a few seconds, then resolutely rode on the bicycle and went home.

He didn't bother to listen to the rant of the office aunt.

On the third day, Su Xiankai also came to the concierge for the third time.

"uncle…"

"Oh, Xiao Su is here. Your money order has arrived. I will keep it for you early in the morning." The concierge put down the newspaper, took off his glasses, and took out an envelope from the small drawer.

There is no need to take trust from a mountain of baskets, and people become more relaxed.

Su Xiankai tore open on the spot, looked at both sides, turned the front of the car and left.

"Hey, Xiao Su, are you out of work?"

"I'll be here later." Su Xiankai went straight to the post office.

After withdrawing the money, Su Xiankai felt relieved. At least he was sure that this was not a liar.

In fact, Su Xiankai himself does not doubt whether it is a liar or his wife. How could the person who sent a telegram of 20 yuan be a liar.

It would cost 20 yuan to deceive a person, which is too expensive.

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Two days later, Su Xiankai and his wife Gu Lian arrived at Peking University and met Yang Rui standing at the door.

"Mr. Yang Rui, hello." Su Xiankai used the first sentence in the telegram.

Gu Lian looked at Yang Rui curiously, and then with the heartiness of the Northeastern, smiled: "I didn't see it, you are younger than our old Su, right? You have your own laboratory?"

Yang Rui smiled and wanted to be more rigorous: "The school laboratory, I am in charge of the work..."

"It's your laboratory." Gu Lian waved to interrupt Yang Rui's words, and then said: "You go in, I'll wait outside. Old Su, you have a good interview."

Gu Lian helped Lao Su adjust his collar.

"Sister-in-law, let's go in together." Yang Rui opened the door to invite.

"I won't go to me, and I don't understand." Gu Lian shoved her husband in embarrassment.

Su Xiankai also whispered: "Xiao Lian doesn't understand scientific research, so I don't need to go in."

Yang Rui smiled and simply stood at the door and asked, "What does the sister-in-law do?"

Yang Rui doesn't care much about Su Xiankai's academic ability. The Chinese academicians 30 years later have much higher requirements than current academicians. Of course, the learning process is long enough. Even if Su Xiankai does not have excellent academic ability now, he must have strong learning ability and strong self-control.

Regardless of the type, Yang Rui can accept it.

If one day, Yang Rui can win the Nobel Prize, then in his laboratory, it will naturally be better than the Mavericks.

But now, Yang Rui is a freshman, and publishing ceLL's experience can only give him an independent laboratory for good or bad, and no other resources.

Second, Su Xiankai is the best candidate he has found so far.

The only thing Yang Rui needs to pay attention to is his own character.

Different people have different personalities, which also determine the way of cooperation between the two parties.

Gu Lian took a serious look at Yang Rui and asked, "My job is also the interview content?"

Yang Rui nodded and said, "Family relationships are also the content of the interview."

Gu Lian glanced at Su Xiankai and said openly: "I am a worker, who runs a milling machine. Do you know the milling machine?"

"I know, the magazine is processed by a milling machine."

"Hey, the researcher is smart. I'm working in the factory under the Ministry of Weapons, a third-level worker."

"Do you like it?"

"If you like it or not, you don't have to do it." Gu Lian looked at Yang Rui suspiciously and asked, "What do you mean?"

"If your old Su is transferred to Beijing, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, you will be separated from the two places, what do you think?"

Gu Lian hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Su Xiankai, and said: "We have discussed it and go home once a month. If he is busy, I will come over, and he will come to me if he is not busy."

"This way, it's not easy to work with peace of mind." Yang Rui thought very much of his young calves. The train now is no better than the future. Everyone is stuffed into canned sardines. If Su Xiankai squeezed into beef strips, he would lose money.

Gu Lian gritted her teeth when she heard Yang Rui say this, and said, "I support Lao Su's work in our family. I will go to Beijing in the future and he will keep it so that he can work hard."

"No way, no way." Su Xiankai said: "The train is so crowded, let me run."

"What are you running? You work hard." Gu Lian winked at him and pointed to Yang Rui.

Su Xiankai laughed awkwardly, turned to Yang Rui, and didn't know what to call it, so he said: "I must work hard. I mean, if I enter our laboratory, I will work hard. Even if I go home, I will try my best. Don’t waste time, I can take the literature back to read."

"It's not necessary when you are particularly nervous." Yang Rui didn't dare to say that such a situation had not happened. During scientific research competitions, every second was dared not to be wasted.

However, Yang Rui is a local tyrant after all, and he is even more amiable to the young cow he fancy, saying: "Don't worry, I don't mean you can't go home, I mean, do you want to make a home in Beijing?"

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