I Am the President of the University

“How many applications have you received so far?”

"As of now, there are 191 people... No, it should be 193 people now."

Professor Ren Hong was halfway through speaking. His eyelids twitched slightly when he saw the new email reminder, and then he changed his words.

"How many researchers are there currently in the center?" Chen Hao asked calmly.

"Currently there are 348 people, and it will reach 472 by the end of the year."\\b Thinking of the number of additional scientific researchers from the seven schools of the Chip Alliance after the year, Ren Hong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The list of reinforcements this time has also come out. Tsinghua University, University of Science and Technology of China, Beijing University of Posts and Telecommunications, etc. add up to a total of 124 people, which equals about 20 people per school.

When these people arrive, the research efficiency of optical cores can usher in another leap.

"That will happen after the New Year. The trouble is now." Chen Hao took a deep breath and his temples bulged a little.

"The Chinese New Year is a big event. Why has there been a sudden increase in the number of scientific researchers who applied to stay in school?" Chen Hao looked at Ren Hong in confusion. Ren Hong just talked about the general story on the phone, but didn't say the reason.

Hearing Chen Hao's question, Ren Hong smiled helplessly.

"I didn't expect this either..."

Seeing Ren Hong's gesture, Chen Hao also became interested.

What is the reason that makes people give up the opportunity to spend time with their families and choose to stay during the New Year?

This is not the Lantern Festival or the National Day, but the Spring Festival!

But when Ren Hong finished speaking, the smile on Chen Hao's face faded and became a little complicated.

Ren Hong shook his head and looked at Chen Hao's look, knowing what the other person was thinking.

"Then...how should the center deal with this matter?" Ren Hong had a headache, so he still left the trouble to Chen Hao.

Chen Hao did not answer immediately, but asked in a deep voice: "The number of people should still increase, right?"

"There is a high probability..." Ren Hong closed his eyes.

Looking at this trend, Shen Le's words have spread. Although there are many people in the center, there are more than 300 people.

But there are basically acquaintances between tutors and students, and between students. \\b

Coupled with the scientific researchers who can devote themselves to the research and development of optical cores, nine out of ten have faith.

Shen Le's words are so easy for everyone to resonate with.

"If you miss the Spring Festival this year, you will have to wait until next year, but optical core really can't wait until next year..." Ren Hong whispered to himself.

In his heart, he supports the ideas of these researchers.

China has been able to catch up to the status of the world's second most powerful country in just three to forty years. Isn't it because every Chinese citizen has sacrificed himself and devoted himself to the cause of national defense?

Otherwise, how could we catch up with Japan, Britain, France and other countries.

"Optical cores need to be developed, but the new year has to pass!" Chen Hao suddenly said.

"Ha, this...?" Ren Hong didn't understand for a moment. \\b

"Those who have elderly people over 70 years old and children under 10 years old at home must be forced to leave their homes and go home to celebrate the New Year! The rest of the family members have been sent to Ludao, and we will celebrate the New Year together this year!"

Chen Hao took a few deep breaths, but the pain in his chest was still severe, as if something was constantly surging in his body.

"The plane arranges first class, if there is no first class, then business class! \\bHigh-speed trains arrange business seats! If there are no planes, high-speed trains, or trains, even if there are no planes, high-speed trains, or trains, I will call a private plane to transport people here safely! As for the procedures, they are different from those of civil aviation. Report to the General Administration and take the green channel!”

"The country is lucky to have these scientific researchers! They are worthy of the country, and we and the country cannot let down their innocent hearts!" Chen Hao said loudly.

His eyes were a little red, something he didn't see in foreign research institutions.

Since they are unwilling to go home for the New Year and plan to continue scientific research at the center, he, the logistics manager, cannot just watch without taking some action.

"Okay, I will definitely handle this matter!" Ren Hong said seriously.

"No, just sort out the final list. I'm here for the logistics. You can concentrate on scientific research and don't let this distract you." Chen Hao refused. His role is to ensure that scientific research can be carried out with 100% efficiency. He What needs to be done is to fix the sea needle.

"Okay." Ren Hong smiled helplessly, feeling more relaxed than ever before. Even when he was at the University of Science and Technology of China, he would encounter some weird school leaders and even encounter administrative difficulties.

In Guanghua, it seems that these worries are invisible.

It turns out that doing scientific research can be so easy, and there is no need to be distracted by matters other than scientific research.

"Then I'll leave first. If you have anything to do, please call me." After the matter was dealt with, Chen Hao left the office.

When he walked out of the Optical Core Research Center, he turned around. There was a bright light inside that was particularly conspicuous under the darkness.

If you look down at Ludao from the sky, the Optical Core Research Center is just a dot of fireflies.

But this firefly wants to light up the whole of China.

Can it be done?

"I believe you can do it." Chen Hao said softly.

Looking at this building, his eyes couldn't help but soften.

After just a few breaths, he turned around and left.

I just said it to Ren Hong very lightly, but it is not easy to actually implement it.

Even if only 1/2 of the people qualify, that's still 174 people.

There are 174 families, with at least four to five hundred people.

Although they only have a few days, transportation, accommodation, and food for these people are not a simple matter.

…

The files of all personnel at the Optical Core Research Center have been checked for five generations to ensure that their identities are completely innocent before they are allowed to join. The family information of all scientific researchers also exists in the database.

In three days, a total of 326 people out of 348 people in the center submitted applications to stay during the Spring Festival. However, in the end, the center only accepted applications from 252 people, and 74 people were still rejected.

The center also informed Principal Chen's words. Some people were happy and some were worried.

Naturally, I am happy because I can stay at the center and stay with my family.

As for worrying\\b\\b...

Yu Jingyao\\b took Shen Le out late at night to have a meal and drink, with a rather unhappy look on his face.

"Why should you let me go back! My parents are not over 70 years old!" After saying that, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"Have you forgotten Auntie's body?" Shen Le put down the iron sign and looked at Yu Jingyao and said.

Although Yu Jingyao's parents are not over 70, Yu's mother has been in poor health in recent years, and the journey is far away, so she is worried that something will happen if she comes here.

Therefore, the center still rejected Yu Jingyao’s application to stay.

"I, I also know, but... but... alas!"

After stammering a few words, Yu Jingyao didn't know what to say and let out a long sigh.

"It's better to go back. There are more than 300 people in the center, and you are not missing.\\u001d" Shen Le comforted.

"One more person brings more strength." Yu Jingyao felt heavy and had a lonely look on his face.

"You know I want to stay, but I don't."

Before he finished speaking, the phone rang from Yu Jingyao's pocket.

After glancing at the caller's name, Yu Jingyao sat up straight and answered the phone in a panic.

"Dad, what's the matter?"

A Mandarin voice with a northern Shaanxi accent came over the phone, and there was unconcealable excitement in his tone.

"Son, I just got a call from the hospital, saying that it was a great expert your school invited from the capital. Director Zhang from the hospital said..."

His father was talking, but Yu Jingyao was silent.

"Pap~"

A "raindrop" falls into the wine glass and creates a ripple.

My father doesn't know, but he knows that the school here refers not to Tsinghua University but to Guanghua University.

Yu Jingyao raised his head, his eyes filled with tears, wanting to say something to Shen Le.

But Shen Le just smiled, handed Yu Jingyao a tissue and patted him on the shoulder.

"Okay, big man, stop whining. Yu Jingyao won't be able to move to the center without you? Or do you think you are more powerful than Professor Ren Hong?"

"Go home, we will wait for you to come back and fight side by side."

Yu Jingyao smiled relievedly and bumped fists with Shen Le.

"Okay, it's a deal!"

Glancing at the unopened bottles of Sejin beer on the table, Shen Le asked teasingly: "Are you still drinking?"

"Drink Mao Xian. If you drink too much, you don't have to do research the next day!\\u001d"

Yu Jingyao rolled his eyes at Shen Le, and then returned the unopened bottles of beer. The two of them exchanged the beer for Coke and hurried back after finishing the meal.

That night, the bright moon was in the sky, and the two of them walked on the glorious campus covered in moonlight.

My heart feels more at ease than ever before.

Because they are stepping on the land of China.

And what they carry on their backs.

It is a major turning point in China's rejuvenation.

ps: The editor is not at work on the weekend, so I can’t make changes in the future. It’s really painful. I have to wait until Monday. I’m really sorry...