Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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Li Xin tried his best to explain the data deviation as an experimental phenomenon in the letter.

Old man Li watched from behind, and said: "One more thing, just say that the letter is not clear, and I hope to discuss it in person. Send the letter tomorrow, and you and Xiao Deng will go to Wuhan."

The journal office of "Organic Chemistry Bulletin" is in Wuhan. Li Xin looked tired and said, "If you explain it face to face, it will make you more confused?"

"Let Xiao Deng bring two thousand yuan, and I can't do anything if I can't explain clearly." Father Li continued: "Keep the impact to a minimum, and if it doesn't work, just delay it, as long as you can, and then we can do it later." Find a way slowly."

Li Xin was dissatisfied with the result, and said sadly, "Can't you find two friends and say hello?"

"Your father, I'm the director, not the prime minister. I'll go to someone to say hello to. Besides, I'm really embarrassed to open my mouth about what you did." Li's father has actually found someone before, but as he said, It's really hard to find someone to solve this kind of thing. Because Wei Zhenxue's paper had been published in a foreign journal, the journal agency also notified East China Institute of Textile Technology. If these two companies suppress and do nothing, it is tantamount to planting a time bomb for themselves. In the final analysis, the news has already spread, and it is too late to suppress it.

Li Xin blushed when his father said: "I was in a hurry to graduate. I did the experiment for three months, but I couldn't do it. I guessed a few numbers as soon as I got confused, and everyone else did the same thing. ..."

"Others have not been caught, you have been caught, this is the biggest difference." Li's father tasted it, and continued: "Don't think that you can pass the test easily, you go this time, find a way to make it easier for the magazine office to deal with it." One point, as long as it is not published, everything is easy to talk about, go to Wuhan, then go to Shanghai, and ask the school to explain.”

"Got it." Li Xin said weakly.

Father Li sighed, and said, "I'll find someone to accompany you to Shanghai. You don't have to worry too much."

Li Xin was a little relieved now, and asked again: "You who posted the article, have you checked it out? Is someone messing with me behind my back?"

"It used to be from the Institute of Media Sciences, but now it's doing research in a Hong Kong company. It's from Hedong and has nothing to do with you." What Li's father got was also public information.

Upon hearing the word Hedong, Li Xin, who was already skeptical, fixed his eyes and asked, "Where is he from Hedong?"

"What city in the south?"

"South Lake City?"

"It seems that you know him?" Father Li frowned.

Li Xin nodded slightly, and said: "The last time I went to Vice President Jing's house to meet her daughter, there was a guest at their house who was a student from Nanhu City, Hedong Province, a student from Peking University, and I met several times."

"Did you offend him?" Father Li easily heard the subtext.

"I wanted to teach him a casual lesson, but he knew someone from the Higher Education Department." Li Xin stopped hiding, and first told about Meng Liang's situation, and then said: "I think he must have bribed Wei Zhenxue and sent me to him. It's all over. I can't spare him."

Father Li touched his chin, but fell into deep thought.

"Dad, it must be him. He didn't run away." Li Xin thought he had found the crux of the problem, and wanted his father to prescribe the right medicine. Father Li thought for a long time, then shook his head and said, "Even if someone punishes you, what can you do with this method?"

Li Xin was stunned: "He is framed."

"What did you frame you for? Did someone frame you for falsifying your thesis?" Li's father was actually full of anger, and the path he had planned for his son was likely to be broken just like that.

Li Xin was at a loss: "Then I went to Wuhan?"

"Hurry up and have a good talk with him. Your father's relationship is useless, so you can rely on yourself." Father Li went back to the bedroom with his hands behind his back.

Li Xin hesitated for a moment, stuffed a few clothes into the bag, and went downstairs. Father Li stood behind the screen window, watched his son disappear, and lit a cigarette. He'd really like to help, but like he said, there's really very little he can do about this sort of thing. As the saying goes, if you don't go to Beijing, you don't know how small an official is. The director is actually a high-ranking official in Beijing, but compared with the local officials at the same level, the bureau-level cadres are indeed weak. After all, a department-level cadre in a province, especially a department-level cadre with real power, can be written down on a single page, and there are often thousands of people and things under management. Level-level cadres can usually only manage one office, with fewer contacts, fewer rights in their hands, fewer resources for exchange, and fewer connections that can be used.

Of course, the most important thing is that Li's father has little to do with academia. He did know a few professors, and he also read Li Xin's paper through his relationship, but the conclusion of the fraud could not be overturned.

Academics are very stubborn things, especially papers in science and engineering. If they are fake, they are fake. In the final analysis, Li's father is helpless about this.

"It's really not possible, talk to Jing Cuncheng?" Father Li wiped out the thought as soon as he thought it up. It's not Jing Cuncheng's doing. If it doesn't work out, you have to owe him favors. On the other hand, the fraud is already an iron case, and now you should consider the aftermath. At this time, Jing Cuncheng can't help of.

...

Wei Zhenxue's paper was published smoothly, and Wei Zhenxue was very happy, and he was full of energy in the laboratory.

Yang Rui also received a letter about the publication of Xiaoxiu's thesis, and Mao Qiming helped him publicize it all over the college. Although he hasn't seen the journals and booklets this time, more people know about it. In other words, this is the story of eating enough with nine cakes. The first eight cakes are used to fill the stomach. Only after eating the ninth cake will you feel full.

And the style of dormitory 203 seems to have improved all of a sudden.

"Where's Yang Rui? I have some questions I want to discuss with him." The boy in a checkered shirt knocked on the door and said something similar to the previous few people.

Dong Zhicheng, who was lying in bed reading every day, also changed from being curious at the beginning to being bored: "I'm not here, I'm going out."

"When will you be back?"

"I can't tell."

"Come back at night."

"It should be, maybe it's possible to sleep in the laboratory."

"Then I'll come back tonight."

"Not necessarily coming back."

"It's okay, it doesn't take time to take a look. By the way, I'll leave my question here. When he comes, he can take a look first, so that we can chat at night." The boy in the plaid shirt said and left an exercise book.

Dong Zhicheng took a look with his head, and shouted helplessly: "Old Mao, Mao Qiming, where are you?"

Mao Qiming ran in from the dormitory next door and said loudly, "What's the matter? What's the matter?"

"Another person came to discuss issues with Yang Rui, and left a notebook, you can put it away for Yang Rui." After Dong Zhicheng finished speaking, he turned his head back and picked up the tome of classics. This time, he also read the same book. The original is here, although a larger dictionary is still needed.

Mao Qiming picked up the homework book left by the Huage boy, flipped through it, threw it on Yang Rui's desk, and said, "This is the third book. It feels like the dormitory of the Chinese department." "What's wrong with the dormitory of the Chinese department?" ?”

Hou Bing turned over and looked down with sleepy eyes. "The dormitory of the Chinese Department is full of people talking about literature and poetry every day. Books are exchanged. Alas, why are you still sleeping?"

"Thinking, thinking." Hou Bing rolled up the quilt and said, "Mathematics is thinking. It doesn't matter where you are."

After a while, a soft snoring came from under the quilt. In the evening, Yang Rui returned to dormitory 203, and there were nearly ten people in the room.

"Yang Rui, I read your thesis, and I happen to have an idea." The people in the dormitory were chatting happily, and when they saw Yang Rui, several of them stood up.

Yang Rui opened his mouth, obediently entered the door and asked, "What do you think?"

A small science salon was forced to start...

In the next two days, more people participated. This is also a traditional life in the 1980s. Everyone gathered together for some reason, chatting, bragging, and most of the reasons were literature. Occasionally, they encountered science gatherings. Instead, it is more concentrated.

Fortunately, this kind of salon does not need Yang Rui to organize it, let alone manage it. Apart from the topic of the first two days surrounding him, everyone quickly produced more things, just using the 203 dormitory as a base.

Not only students from our own school participate in such salons, but students from other schools or members of society can also come to chat in the dormitory. Anyway, the dormitory area is not closed and the power supply is not shut down. As long as someone takes in, you can talk for as long as you want.

Yang Rui quickly adapted to this atmosphere. Sometimes he chatted late, or went to bed during the discussion, or simply went to sleep in another dormitory. Nowadays, people are not so particular, and it is normal to randomly change dormitories or beds.

Of course, there are often accidents in doing so.

For example, the person who passed out drunk in front of his own dormitory, had a white-haired drunk all night, but it might not be him who found him. Li Xin, who had just returned from Shanghai, found the dormitory 203, drank and made a fuss for half the night, but he didn't see Yang Rui at all. When he woke up the next day and saw Yang Rui coming back from outside, Li Xin felt like going crazy.

"Where are you going if you're not in the dormitory?" Li Xin's first question went off topic. 【End of this chapter】

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