Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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In the medical technology development zone of Hedong Province, a few large rooms that can be used have been requisitioned. Like the cafeteria, TVs of different sizes are installed, and the channels are placed on the central set.

Hundreds of thousands of cadres and the masses, carrying horses, sat neatly in the room, waiting to watch the show.

The documentary was broadcast on time.

When the word "Yang Rui" appeared on the TV screen, Tian Shichang couldn't help clenching his fist.

The documentary was filmed more than half a year ago, but has a lot of content, including Yang Rui’s future projects for pcr and a review of previous potassium channels.

The TV station decided to make this documentary that year because Dalbecco may nominate Yang Rui for the Nobel Prize. Therefore, the whole film was made quite Hongdae, and the purpose was also very strong. Some introductions and fragments of the Nobel Prize were interspersed among them. There are good dubbing, giving people a passionate look.

At this moment, Tian Shichang's mood is roughly somewhere between "a man should be like this" and "this **** is true".

Regardless of the age, it is not easy for a name to be listed on CCTV.

The documentary on CCTV is naturally the focus and banner of a period of propaganda.

When Tian Shichang watched TV, he didn't know how many news figures he had seen, but he really knew Yang Rui alone.

Particularly for things like documentaries, a 30-minute period of endless descriptions of a person’s work and importance is not enough if it is not impressive.

"Lao Tian, ​​you old classmate, you are amazing." The colleague sitting next to Mazazi said to Tian Shichang in an enviable tone.

Tian Shichang nodded with a smile.

"Except for you, what did your classmates do?" the colleague asked in a low voice curiously.

Tian Shichang said with some nostalgia: "There are some who go to college, some who work like me, some who learn to drive, and some who repeat."

"Wow, your high school is so good."

"It's in the town of Xibao Town. There is nothing great." Tian Shichang said that, still a little proud.

The conditions of the Xibao Town Middle School cannot be compared with the senior middle schools in the provincial capital, but the hardware conditions are gradually being pulled up. With such a foundation, at least the qualifications to retain teachers are available.

The towns and villages in the 1980s were still very prosperous. At this time, the urban circle of Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen had not absorbed more than 100 million people in one go. The industrial clusters in the Yangtze River Delta and the Pearl River Delta did not spread all over the factories and worker dormitories. Therefore, even inland In provinces, hundreds of miles away from the city’s wilderness, there are also villages with a population of thousands or even thousands. Communes or townships are even more populous. If conditions are good enough, they will attract young teachers who graduated from technical secondary schools or practice. Middle-aged and elderly teachers who are sent can still do it.

Not long after Tian Shichang left school, seeing Xibao Town Middle School widen in his own eyes, he was also proud of him.

Of course, there is indeed a part of his credit here.

The Ruixue Group has always had a tradition of raising funds and donations, especially for past students, which will be organized every few months. Of course, Yang Rui and Hua Rui paid the most money, but there are always members of the Ruixue group like Tian Shichang who are already working. There are always two yuan, three and five yuan. Most of the money stayed in the accounts of the sharp learning group, and a small part was donated to the West Castle Middle School.

Looking at the TV screen, the handsome and miserable Yang Rui, busy and serious, Tian Shichang admired and admired:

"Yang Rui is amazing!"

At the same time, Chinese people watching TV have such thoughts in their hearts.

Potassium channel!

Coenzyme q10!

"Cell"!

"natural"!

pcr!

Nobel Prize nomination!

These terms used to be extremely strange to ordinary Chinese.

However, through the in-depth description on the TV, especially the certification by some foreigners and foreign institutions, everyone has experienced a strong sense of pride.

"Better than Americans!"

For a Chinese scientist in the 1980s, this is almost the best evaluation.

In just 30 minutes, countless people made similar sighs!

Yang family.

Three tables were compactly placed in the yard, with a full number of people sitting together, eating and drinking silently, and looking up at the two TV sets that were pulled out of the room.

For today's documentary, Rui Ma specially approved and bought another 18-inch TV.

Of course, before letting Father Yang go to hug the TV, Rui's mother called for a long time and called all the relatives who could.

Yang Rui's grandfather Yang Shan and grandfather Duan Hongsheng each sit at a table, and the table at the back sits on juniors.

Only Yang Rui was pulled to the table in front, and there was a TV next to it, like a real 3D projection.

The 30-minute documentary was over in a flash.

Ma Rui looked at her with tears in her eyes, and she embraced Yang Rui with joy or distress: "I knew you worked so hard, so I wouldn't ask you to go to Beijing."

"How tired can you be more tired than farming?" Grandpa glanced over, unsurprisingly.

"Reading is not to not be as tired as farming." Rui's mother said.

Yang Shan hurriedly said: "For those who are doing research, the wind can't blow, and the sun can't be exposed to the sun, it's fine."

When her father-in-law spoke, Rui's mother had to laugh and said, "It's pretty good."

A few people started the topic, and after the documentary was broadcast, the people all over the yard suddenly became lively.

"Yang Rui gets longer and looks like a star." This is Yang Rui's second aunt.

"Speaking of TV is on TV, I can't even think of it." This is Yang Rui's second uncle.

"In our Public Security Bureau, if you can get on the CCTV news, you will be rewarded immediately." This is Yang Rui's eldest cousin.

Yang Rui can only stay humble, showing off to the older generation, especially relatives, seems hard to tell.

On the other hand, there are even more people who congratulate Yang's father, Comrade Yang Feng.

Comrade Yang also did his part to recognize it, and smiled more happily than Yang Rui.

Indeed, in terms of Chinese-style concepts, he doesn't need to be humble, he naturally does what he can do in a straightforward manner.

Yang Rui picked up a piece of charcoal-roasted beef tenderloin and chewed it carefully.

In his memory, char-grilled beef tenderloin is a very common dish, but there are not many restaurants that make delicious. Most of them can only be said to be ordinary.

Nowadays, whether it is grilled on charcoal or fired, it is easy to make the corresponding flavor.

After all, it’s too easy to get firewood or charcoal now. The only small factories in Xizhaizi Township used to be a charcoal factory. The charcoal used for production and daily life is used for heating in winter, and the price is very low. Selling more than ten or even thirty pieces of charcoal per kilogram, the supply and marketing cooperatives cost a few cents.

Despite this, charcoal is still much more expensive than coal, and only a family like the Yang family can buy a small amount of it.

Yang Rui's somewhat sentimental cranky thoughts slowly calmed down into the celebration before the Spring Festival.

"Yang Rui, come here." Father Yang Feng changed the table to toast, and poured Yang Rui a glass.

Yang Rui couldn't laugh or cry, and said, "Don't you get drunk."

"It's good to be drunk, I'm happy." Yang Feng touched the glass casually, took a sip of the liquor in the glass, and said: "I have a news from above."

"Yep?"

"The superior may want to change my job. There is a bit of wind, and there is no formal conversation yet."

"Good thing, where do you want to change?" Yang Rui was a little curious.

Yang Feng glanced at Yang Rui and whispered, "Don't you know?"

"I should know?" Yang Rui is a little guilty~www.NovelMTL.com~ If the old man is not satisfied with his job change, maybe it is really his fault.

Yang Feng poured himself another glass of wine, took a sip, and said, "You kid, now I can turn your dad and me around."

Yang Rui smiled bitterly: "I really don't know, no one can tell me the wind."

"Perhaps it deliberately disclosed the wind to me, and then passed it to you."

Yang Rui raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

"The above may send me to serve as the district head of the development zone." Yang Feng's expression was very strange.

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