Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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In the Medical Technology Development Zone of Hedong Province, the few large rooms that can be used have been requisitioned. Like the cafeteria, they are equipped with TVs of different sizes, and the channels are placed on the central set.

Hundreds of cadres and people, carrying horses, sat neatly in the room, waiting to watch the program.

The documentary plays on time.

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

The documentary was filmed more than half a year ago, but it has a lot of content, including Yang Rui's post-PCR project and a review of the previous potassium channel.

The TV station decided to make this documentary because Dalbecco might nominate Yang Rui for the Nobel Prize. Therefore, the whole film is quite grand and purposeful, with some introductions and clips of the Nobel Prize interspersed, and also There is a good dubbing, which gives people a warm-blooded look and feel.

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

No matter what era it is, it is not easy to get your name on CCTV.

It was specially featured in CCTV's documentary, which was naturally the focus and banner of publicity for a period.

When Tian Shichang watched TV, he didn't know how many news people he had seen, but the one he knew was really Yang Rui.

Especially for documentaries, it is not enough to describe a person's work and importance in 30 minutes, which is not impressive.

"Old Tian, ​​you old classmate, you are amazing." A colleague sitting next to him on the mat said to Tian Shichang in an envious tone.

Tian Shichang smiled and nodded.

"Except for you, what have you classmates been doing?" the colleague asked curiously in a low voice.

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

"Wow, your high school is so good."

"It's the town of Xibao Town,

Nothing great. "Tian Shichang said so, still a little proud.

The conditions of Xibao Town Middle School cannot be compared with the senior high schools in the provincial capital, but the hardware conditions have gradually been improved. With such a foundation, at least they have the qualifications to retain teachers.

Townships in the 1980s were still very prosperous. At that time, the urban circles of Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen had not absorbed more than 100 million people in one go, and the industrial clusters in the Yangtze River Delta and Pearl River Delta were not full of factories and worker dormitories. Therefore, even inland In the provinces, in the wilderness hundreds of miles away from the city, there are also villages with thousands or even thousands of people living together, and the locations of communes or towns are even more densely populated. If the conditions are good enough, they will attract some young teachers who graduated from technical secondary schools, or practice The middle-aged and elderly teachers sent can still do it.

Tian Shichang had just left school not long ago, and he was honored to see Xibao Town Middle School grow in his own eyes.

Of course, he does have his share of credit here.

The Ruixue Group has always had a tradition of raising funds and donations, especially for former students, which will be organized once every few months. Of course, Yang Rui and Huarui paid the most, but Tian Shichang, a member of the Ruixue Group who was already working, always paid one yuan, two yuan, three yuan and five yuan. Most of the money remained in the accounts of the Ruixue Group, and a small part was donated to West Fort Middle School.

Looking at the extremely handsome Yang Rui on the TV screen, with a busy and serious look, Tian Shichang was both envious and admired:

"It's Yang Rui who is amazing!"

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

Potassium channels!

Coenzyme Q10!

"cell"!

"nature"!

pcr!

Nominated for a Nobel Prize!

These nouns were once extremely unfamiliar to ordinary Chinese.

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

"Better than Americans!"

For a Chinese scientist in the 1980s, that's pretty much the best way to say it.

In just 30 minutes, countless people made similar sighs!

Yang family.

Three tables were tightly set up in the yard, and there were as many as forty people sitting together, eating and drinking quietly, watching two TVs pulled out from the room with their necks up.

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

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

Yang Rui's grandfather Yang Shan and grandfather Duan Hongsheng each sat at a table, and the table behind was occupied by juniors.

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

The 30-minute documentary flies by in the blink of an eye.

Rui's mother watched with tears streaming down her face, she was both happy and distressed as she hugged Yang Rui: "I knew you worked so hard, so I wouldn't ask you to go to Beijing."

"Is it more tiring than farming?" Grandpa glanced over without any surprise.

"Isn't reading a book so that you don't feel as tired as farming." Rui Ma retorted.

Yang Shan hurriedly said: "For research, the wind and the sun are not exposed, so it's good."

When my father-in-law spoke, Rui's mother could only laugh and said, "It's pretty good."

Several people started the topic, and after the documentary was finished, the people in the yard suddenly became lively.

"The longer Yang Rui grows, the more he looks like a star." This is Yang Rui's second aunt.

"When you talk about being on TV, you will be on TV. I can't even think about it." This is Yang Rui's second uncle.

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

Yang Rui can only keep being humble, it seems that it is difficult to show off to the older generation, especially relatives.

On the other hand, there are even more people congratulating Father Yang and Comrade Yang Feng.

Comrade Lao Yang also recognized it without hesitation, smiling more happily than Yang Rui.

Indeed, according to the Chinese concept, there is no need for him to be modest, he will naturally do whatever he wants.

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

In his memory, charcoal-grilled beef tenderloin is a very common dish, but in fact, there are not many restaurants that make delicious ones, and most of them can only be said to be ordinary.

Nowadays, no matter whether it is charcoal-grilled or fire-grilled, it is easy to make the corresponding flavor.

After all, it is too easy to get some firewood or charcoal now. There were only a few small factories in Xizhaizi Township, including a charcoal factory, which produced charcoal for daily use all the year round for heating in winter, and the price was very low. The supply and marketing cooperatives pay a few cents for charcoal sold for more than ten or even more than thirty yuan per kilogram.

Even so, charcoal is still much more expensive than coal, and only families like the Yang family who eat public meals can buy it in small quantities.

Yang Rui was thinking wildly with nostalgia, and gradually calmed down to the festivities before the Spring Festival.

"Yang Rui, come here." Father Yang Feng switched tables to toast, and poured a glass for Yang Rui as well.

Yang Rui didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Don't get drunk."

"It's good to be drunk, I'm happy." Yang Feng touched the glass casually, drank the white wine in the glass, and said, "I have a message here, which came from above."

"kindness?"

"The higher-ups may want to change my job. There is a bit of wind, and there is no formal talk yet."

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

Yang Feng glanced at Yang Rui and whispered, "You don't know?"

"I should know?" Yang Rui felt guilty. If Dad's job is not satisfactory, maybe it's really his fault.

Yang Feng poured himself another glass of wine, took a sip, and said, "You boy, now you can turn around your father and I."

Yang Rui smiled wryly: "I really don't know, no one let me know."

"Perhaps it was purposely leaked to me and passed on to you."

Yang Rui raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

"The higher-ups may send me to the development zone to serve as the district chief." Yang Feng had a strange expression on his face.

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