Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Lao Fang was sitting at another table, watching Yang Rui eating breakfast "recklessly", always felt that it was a provocation to him.

Yes, provocative!

Lao Fang feels that he is also a mountain top in the domestic academic circles, let alone overpowering anyone, at least he will not be overwhelmed. In the past, if a young man like Yang Rui had a bad attitude, he would scold him at will.

However, looking at Yang Rui's appearance at this time, the way he shakes his cheeks to eat and drink, does it seem to have the slightest respect?

Even Professor Cai would not dare to act like this in front of him.

Besides, isn't it just a fried dough stick soy milk, is it so delicious?

Lao Fang grabbed the chair with his hands and made a creaking sound. Considering his age, to be able to burst out with such great hand strength is already extraordinary.

"Professor Yang, why do you feel that your fried dough sticks taste better than ours?" The two middle-aged men who had just entered the door watched Yang Rui put the last bite of fried dough sticks into their mouths, and immediately sat down.

"Fried dough sticks are freshly fried." Yang Rui saw at a glance that the other party was a reporter, so he simply replied.

It was Lao Li behind the kitchen counter who smiled disdainfully at the two middle-aged men. He claimed to be a righteous person, and he accepted Yang Rui's two packs of good cigarettes, so he couldn't let Yang Rui suffer. The noodles used for deep-fried fried dough sticks were different from others, and they were made of specially selected high-gluten flour.

Low-gluten flour is used to make cakes, and high-gluten flour is used to make fried dough stick buns. This is the most basic classification of flour.

However, ordinary people today do not have such a concept. At this time, the flour is still classified according to the place of origin and clarity, the special first and special second flour of Shan@xi, or the first-class and second-class flour of Baoji, that’s all.

Most people eat flour at their doorstep, not to mention cross-province, cross-city flour is rarely sent, that is, the conditions in the capital are good, so there are many choices.

It was only after Lao Li was sent to a special school for training that he knew the many details of flour.

The deep-fried fritters for Yang Rui this time were bought by the guest house and specially used for leaders. The production process is not only good, but also the durum wheat imported from the Soviet Union, which has high protein content and gluten. The amount of water is still large. If you taste it carefully, you can already taste the difference from the fried dough sticks made of ordinary all-purpose flour.

In fact, no matter what we do in China, we basically use all-purpose flour, and it is no problem to use all-purpose flour for fried dough sticks.

However, everything is afraid of layer upon layer. The difference between medium-gluten flour and high-gluten flour is not obvious, and imported extra-high-gluten flour is not much better.

But Lao Li added a little duck egg white to the noodles, which further improved the crispiness.

Coupled with unhealthy old oil, the taste has been improved.

If not to say that the cooks of state-owned enterprises all have unique skills, Lao Li is far inferior to Yu Xianyao in terms of cooking skills, even worse than Yu Xianyao's disciples and grandchildren, but he has cooked breakfast for more than 20 years. lose to anyone.

Yang Rui is really delicious.

Others watched and swallowed.

The reporter who asked about Yang Rui wanted to take a picture of Yang Rui's current image. As for what it can be used for, he hasn't figured it out yet, but if he thinks about it, he can blog a few pages.

Before he could reveal his identity and take out his camera, Yang Rui ate the extra fritters.

The middle-aged reporter was worried that Yang Rui would leave, so he hurriedly said, "Director Yang, I happened to hear you talking just now. It seems that they were talking about funding, right?"

Yang Rui waved his hand, not answering his question. He pays attention to what he says now. When he told Lao Fang just now, he said 20 million instead of 20 million. When he talked about 20 million, there was a negative word in front of it.

His cautiousness was completely cultivated by the scientific research environment of later generations. When he was in graduate school, research funding was already a very sensitive and complicated issue, but now people talk about it casually.

Even so, Yang Rui didn't want outsiders to know that he had participated in the allocation of funds in advance, and still took two-thirds of it in one go.

The so-called circle is nothing more than this. Two years ago, under the leadership of Professor Cai, Yang Rui stepped on the edge of the circle. He had to accept the review of the committee before he could get hundreds of thousands of yuan in funding. Now, Yang Rui not only bypassed the committee, but also agreed with other people on the amount of funds before the funds were released.

At present, there is no top student in China who can single-handedly control the allocation of funds. However, Yang Rui took this step, and it is only half a step away.

Seeing that Yang Rui didn't want to talk about funding, the middle-aged reporter didn't ask any further questions. He smiled and said, "Professor Yang, let me introduce myself. My lord, Deng Tairan, this is Zhou Baoxiong. We are both reporters of People's Daily."

As soon as the words "People's Daily" came out, half of the restaurant fell silent.

Everyone present knows that regardless of whether there are four or five major newspapers in China, the "People's Daily" is hundreds of heads higher than other newspapers.

The dispatch of two reporters is quite standard.

Yang Rui also sat up straight, pondering: "I didn't expect that."

When he was still posting small advertisements everywhere, Yang Rui made a great wish to be featured in the "People's Daily". Of course, at that time, he was thinking of the strongest tutor on the front page, but not the status of a scholar now.

Perhaps it is more difficult for the name of the strongest tutor to be listed in the People's Daily.

Yang Rui couldn't help being a little lost in thought.

"Professor Yang." Deng Tairan called out, and said, "We want to ask a few questions, what would be more convenient for you?"

"Just here." Yang Rui didn't intend to get up.

Deng Tairan did not expect that Yang Rui would not avoid others, looked left and right, did not say much, just followed the requirements of the interview outline, and said: "What do you think of the Nobel Prize, and how likely do you think you are to win the Nobel Prize?"

Asking two questions at a time is a taboo during an interview, and it gives the interviewee the possibility of avoiding the truth.

However, it is also possible that Deng Tairan's protection of Yang Rui allowed him to choose when answering questions.

Yang Rui made a judgment and said, "Before the dust settles, I can only say that I have great confidence in the Nobel Prize."

This is a very common answer, Deng Tairan made a record casually, and then said: "If you won the Nobel Prize, what would you do?"

"What if I win the Nobel Prize?" Yang Rui said to himself, and said with a smile: "If I win the Nobel Prize, I will promote the world's biological research and shift it to China."

This answer was beyond Deng Tairan's expectation, he became energetic all of a sudden, and asked: "How do you say?"

"Currently, China does not have the world's top biological laboratory, even in the whole of Asia, the top biological laboratory is still a dream, with administrative power or normal economic flow, to create top biological experiments However, the Nobel Prize is rare in the world and has the power to create top-notch research institutes. If I win the Nobel Prize, I will promote the construction of a world-class biology laboratory, and Let it become a symbol of Asian biology..." Yang Rui's words are half for Chinese people, half for foreigners, but most of them are still for Chinese people.

The scholars sitting in the dining room were even more dazed when they heard it.

Lao Fang said quietly: "Even if it costs 20 million yuan, it will not be possible to build a top-notch biology laboratory."

Yang Rui smiled and said: "It is almost enough for civil engineering and short-term labor wages. Moreover, I also believe that the Nobel Prize can attract and gather funds. If you win the Nobel Prize, you will become the world's top biological laboratory , is not a fantasy."

"20 million yuan is used for civil engineering and labor?" Lao Fang wanted to scold his mother, so he barely stabbed Yang Rui, and repeated his words: "If you win the Nobel Prize."

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"If Yang Rui wins the Nobel Prize, what would you like to say to your son?"

At the same time, the reporter held a microphone in his hand and spoke loudly to Rui Ma. Behind him is a videographer with a camera on his shoulder.

Rui's mother looked blank, and asked, "Is Yang Rui going to win an award?"

"Don't you know? He is now expected to win the Nobel Prize." The reporter put the microphone to Rui Ma's mouth again.

"Well, I haven't heard of it. I've been quite busy recently." Rui's mother also transferred her work to the trade union in the development zone, and was busy organizing a blind date meeting for the new district.

The reporter thought about it, and said in a warmer tone, "Are you growing vegetables now?"

"Oh, you said this, I will grow some of my favorite food in the yard, and I can give away the surplus to my neighbors." Rui's mother is very proud of the vegetable patch under her feet that was converted from the garden.

The reporter nodded and asked, "Can we take a picture of you at work?"

"What work?" Rui's mother was a little surprised.

"Just do the farm work. Just do what you usually do, and do what you usually do."

Rui Ma let out an "oh" and began to weed with her head down.

The reporter hurried back to the cameraman, and said in a low voice: "Take a few close-ups quickly, to get the feeling of sweat dripping down the soil at noon on a hoeing day. Yes, don't take pictures of the villas behind, what are you doing with those pictures? Don’t take the rose garden and lake behind, the photos are a bit barren, as if you are on a high slope of loess, facing the loess and back to the sky..."

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