Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

The 83-year-old Academician Xue Kang feels that he is still relatively foreign.

He is also a person who has stayed abroad. In 1919, the eighth year after the Revolution of 1911, 17-year-old Xue Jiankang went to study in France, the country that was victorious in World War I at that time, compared to Comrade Xiaoping who studied in France through a preparatory school in France. A year too early.

France, which had just ended World War I, was devastated. One-fourth of the young and middle-aged men in the country were killed in battle, and one-third of the young and middle-aged men were disabled. The remaining industrial workers were on strike every day. The Communist International held meetings and voted and counted votes, and they were all very particular.

The lower the politics, the less serious and more down-to-earth. At that time, Comrade Xue Jiankang liked to listen to the speeches of French street politicians, and he also liked to participate in various votes of ordinary workers.

Reduced hours, yes!

Increase wages, agree!

Add safety equipment, yes!

How did you come to vote as a student? agree!

It is very important to have some suspense when voting, otherwise, everyone's enthusiasm for participating in politics will be wiped out.

It is when you support him and she supports him that the atmosphere is the most enthusiastic.

Liang Ce got one vote, which comforted Xue Jiankang, an old academician. It is not decent to shave your head, and there is no room for performance. Although Xue Jiankang has to say something every time he sings a vote, he is old after all. , Thinking of words slowly, always not fancy enough.

The suspense that has been prepared a long time ago is more attractive.

The old academician Xue Jiankang thought so, and he sang even slower after the next vote.

"Come on, let's have a look..." Senior Academician Xue Jianjian sang the lyrics, moving slowly.

People sitting in the front row could clearly see Academician Xue moving his hands around the ballot box.

Liang Ce, who closed his eyes and waited for death, waited for a long time, but he couldn't help but open his eyes before the vote to end.

Jiang Tonghua didn't close his eyes, and looked at the hand of old academician Xue as if he was stupid.

I saw the old academician Xue seemed to be playing Tai Chi in the ballot box, turning around to the farthest point, turning his palms over, turning around again, taking a look, shaking his head, turning his palms back again, another circle of Tai Chi , turn it back...

10 seconds.

20 seconds.

half a minute.

One minute.

Academician Xue's hand has not been taken out of the ballot box, not only the people in the front row, including Yang Rui and others sitting in the middle, are also staring at Academician Xue's hand, thinking secretly for no reason.

Suddenly, Academician Xue's Tai Chi movement stopped.

I saw old Academician Xue holding his reading glasses with the other hand, nodding again, and then showing a slight smile, said: "Now it is the eighteenth vote, and the current vote ratio is sixteen to one... If Yang Rui wins again One vote, you win... Well... Let's see the next vote...

Can Yang Rui get the qualification to join the committee in advance, um...

Pity.

Comrade Jiang Ce received the eighteenth vote. "Academician Xue raised the ballot in his hand, walked around to both sides, and handed it to the assistant.

The assistant took it with his head down, glanced at it, turned back to the blackboard, and made a plan for Liang again, with a blank expression.

"Sixteen to two, let's move on to the next vote."

As Academician Xue said, he performed Tai Chi movements again.

half a minute.

One minute.

a minute and a half.

"It's Liang Ce again, this vote is also for Liang Ce, well, sixteen to three!"

"Liang Ce. Well, has it become more intense? Sixteen to four!"

Academician Xue's voice became a little passionate, but the people below were all dumbfounded.

The 83-year-old academician peeked at the ballots on the spot, thinking he hadn't been discovered!

An eighty-three-year-old academician is playing Tai Chi. You are neither Chen nor Yang, and you are not a son-in-law. How fast can you be yourself!

The eighty-three-year-old academician is performing magic tricks. Are you doing special training in the blind class?

"Let's see if there will be a miracle in the next vote." Academician Xue said to himself.

"I'm looking forward to it." Academician Xue said to himself.

"There is still hope for a comeback." Academician Xue said to himself.

"Hmm... no more? Well... well... not...well..." Old Academician Xue said to himself.

One minute.

two minutes.

three minutes.

"Yes!" Academician Xue looked up with joy, raised his head, and said, "Okay, let's look at the next vote. The twenty-first vote is for Liang Ce."

"Okay, it's sixteen to five now." Academician Xue said happily: "Look, Comrade Liang Ce is still very promising!"

The expressions of everyone present were similar to those of the assistant of Academician Xue.

Hold on.

An eighty-three-year-old academician, who has sweated and worked hard for the Republic, made great contributions to the development of biology in China, and dedicated all his youth, is he not happy? Does he have a hobby?

Only Liang Ce's face was pale as if he had lost too much blood.

He didn't feel happy at all, he didn't feel excited at all!

Jiang Tonghua also had the urge to smash the blackboard. Everyone knew that he and Liang Ce were together, and countless people saw him canvassing for Liang Ce. As a result, until now, old academician Xue's Tai Chi hands have been mixed up for a long time before he came up with a " Positive" word.

Jiang Tonghua assured that he did not beat anyone because he was afraid of losing face, but because he was afraid that Xue Jiankang's old bones would not be able to bear it.

"Let's see what kind of surprise the next vote will give us." Xue Jiankang on the stage was a little tired, leaning on the chairman's table, talking with the microphone, even if it was vague, people could still hear it.

His Tai Chi hands are slower, and he needs to pause for a longer time to look at the tickets.

And every time he looked at a vote and put it down, Liang Ce felt that a knife had been stabbed in his chest.

"Surprise, you giant panda, do you really think that the ballots are hidden deeper than the giant panda's pregnancy?" Liang Ce had nowhere to vent, and he rubbed the chair with his hands.

Xue Jiankang's Tai Chi hands picked up, put down, picked up, put down, picked up, and then turned... in a cycle, like a chainsaw, tearing at Liang Ce.

Liang Ce's anger was mixed with shame, shame mixed with bewilderment, and bewilderment mixed with pain.

Before, they planned to persuade 10 people to vote for themselves, and for this reason, they asked the old man of the Liang family to come forward.

But in the current situation, let alone 10 votes, even Liang Ce and the others didn't have enough votes. The members of the GMP committee, including Jiang Tonghua, have 6 people who are subject to the health system. These six people have always been regarded by Liang Ce as hardcore. They may not be as strong as Jiang Tonghua, but they are also cast iron.

In other words, including himself, Liang Ce should at least get 7 out of 33 votes. These 7 votes belonged to the 7 votes of his own people, plus the 10 votes he pulled, to ensure Liang Ce's entry into the committee.

However, Academician Xue's hands have been scrambling in the ballot box for a long time, and there is still only one word "positive" on the blackboard.

Liang Ce only saw 5 votes in total.

Where did the remaining 2 votes go.

At this time, Liang Ce's eyes were red, he was no longer looking at his own votes, he was looking at who the traitor Liang was who betrayed him.

Xue Jiankang's hand was stuck in the ballot box, and he didn't pull it out for a long time.

Scholars who have seen through the secrets are not in a hurry. Everyone is quietly waiting for Comrade Xue Jiankang's next counting of votes. Occasionally, a few people whisper to each other, also surprised by the gap in the number of votes in the by-election.

"Well...it can't be done..." Xue Jiankang suddenly sighed regretfully.

Immediately afterwards, as if he was worried that he would miss the point, he hurriedly said, "I mean my eyes are failing, and I can still see, but it's a little unclear."

As he said, Xue Jiankang picked up a ticket, stretched it far in front, and said: "The twenty-second ticket, still, if you vote for Yang Rui, it means that Yang Rui is voted into the GMP committee. If you vote for Liang Ce, Liang Ce still has a chance."

"The twenty-second ticket, the one who got this ticket is——Yang Rui!" Xue Jiankang started clapping his hands as soon as he finished his sentence.

In the conference hall, there was even more enthusiastic applause, 10% for Yang Rui and 90% for Senior Academician Xue Jiankang.

Senior academician Xue Jiankang said into the microphone, "Although it is a bit regrettable, we still need to count the remaining votes. Of course, we first welcome Comrade Yang Rui to join the Pharmaceutical Production Quality Management Committee."

The audience applauded thunderously, accompanied by Mr. Xue Jiankang's quick vote-calling—compared to before.

"One vote for Yang Rui."

"One vote for Yang Rui."

"For Yang Rui."

"It's strange, it's still for Yang Rui."

"There are two people who didn't vote for me." Liang Ce stared at the presbyopic and farsighted Xue Jiankang, his face was so heavy that he was about to hit the ground.

Jiang Tonghua was terrified. For him, losing the support of two hardcore committee members meant an even greater loss. The GMP committee hegemony he envisioned may have to be redesigned.

"Maybe it hasn't been sung yet." Jiang Tonghua said something he didn't believe, trying to calm Liang Ce's anger.

Liang Ce didn't even bother to laugh anymore, and said stiffly, "I searched for four or five minutes, but I couldn't find a ticket. Can I sing?"

"Maybe……"

"Let's congratulate him too." Liang Ce didn't want to listen to Jiang Tonghua's lucky words anymore, he stood up, put his hands in his pockets, tried to put on a nonchalant expression, and strode towards Yang Rui.

Jiang Tonghua worriedly said "yes", lowered his head to follow Liang Ce, and when he looked up again, he saw an old face with wrinkles like tree bark.

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