Rebirth of the Industrial Internet

Sun Buqi's original plan was to let those who were seeking fame suffer a little, but he didn't want to ruin the reputation of his alma mater, Qiong University; now by chance, Dean Tan turned out to be Li Ruoli's uncle, so naturally he couldn't continue to let things go.

, can only burst this bubble in advance.

Li Ruoli had indeed fallen into the trap. If it was about herself, she would definitely ignore Sun Buqi's threat; but if it was about her uncle who had always loved her, that was a different matter.

She trotted over, grabbed Sun Buqi's arm, and asked anxiously: "Where did you hear the news? Which bastard wants to frame my uncle? My uncle is going to be the principal soon. He must be one of those jealous villains.

, to stir up trouble at such a critical moment!"

Sun Buqi's arms were sore from being scratched by the girls; the girls were too concerned and confused, and did not notice that their sharp nails had already pierced the boy's skin.

Sun Buqi didn't dare to keep showing off. He endured the pain and said honestly:

"No one wants to frame him! It's his own fault. You tell him that the Chinese Academy of Management Sciences is a liar! It is a leather bag company established in Hong Kong that specializes in defrauding people who want to spend money to buy honors. This secret cannot be hidden

If it goes too long, if the scandal of buying honors breaks out, your uncle's reputation will definitely plummet, and it will be extremely difficult to retain the position of dean!"

Guan Zhijun, a former staff member of the China Academy of Management Sciences, secretly copied a lot of information about the institute during his work, and then used this relevant information to register a leather bag company in Hong Kong, named "China Academy of Management Sciences".

Taking advantage of the opacity of domestic information, Guan Zhijun sent letters to many academicians of the two academies and invited him to be an academician of the Chinese Academy of Management Sciences. Regardless of whether the academicians agreed or not, he put the other person's name on his website.

The Chinese Academy of Management Sciences publicizes, "The Academy has more than 50 academicians from both academies and has a wide social reputation. In addition to the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the China Academy of Engineering, the Chinese Academy of Management Sciences is also known as the third academy."

Li Gui pretended to be Li Kui and sold three titles to the outside world, "Academician", "Senior Academician", and "Lifelong Academician". This business can also be regarded as "Jiang Taigong fishes, and those who wish to take the bait" and "Zhou Yu puts a yellow cover"; Sun Buqi

Dean Tan, who was previously rated as "very official", is also one of the "victims".

Li Ruoli was dubious about Sun Buqi's words, but she was not afraid of ten thousand, just afraid of the worst. She quickly took out her mobile phone, walked a few steps quickly, and spoke to her uncle on the phone in a low voice.

Li Ruoli pressed the phone receiver and asked Sun Buqi, "My uncle has just received the lifetime academician certificate of the Chinese Academy of Management Sciences. Not many people know about it. How did you know about it so quickly?"

In his previous life, this matter caused a stir on the campus of Qiong University. By then, Dean Tan had become President Tan, and he could not suppress the scandal. Soon after, he was promoted by the organization and used for other purposes, and he was actually hidden away.

Sun Buqi couldn't explain why he had no idea. He imitated the trickster and asked impatiently: "Believe it or not, forget it. Anyway, I have nothing to lose! Haikou is not far from Hong Kong, as long as you check carefully

, we will get accurate news soon!”

Li Ruoli hung up the phone in a hurry, standing behind Sun Buqi at a loss like an aggrieved little daughter-in-law.

Sun Buqi did not continue the taunting conversation and asked loudly: "Are you ready? OK, let's go?" After speaking, he walked forward without looking back.

Li Ruoli mustered up his courage and said to the two of them: "Lili, senior sister, I'm sorry for taking advantage of you this time! Sun Buqi, don't be complacent, the matter has not been finalized yet, don't make a fuss in front of me!"

When Sun Buqi heard the footsteps behind him and knew that the two women were following him, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that the two women would lose face and turn away, which would be a waste of time.

He turned around and said with a playful smile: "Most of the garlic you eat every day is produced in my hometown. I am really qualified to be a big garlic! Don't talk about it in the future, you are not as tall as my onions. I am 190 centimeters tall.

They’re not as tall as the onions from my hometown!”

Xu Lili and Li Ruoli looked at each other, unable to imagine that a green onion that was taller than Sun Buqi could still be called a green onion? Are you sure it's not a small shrub?

Sun Buqi continued to talk nonsense, "I feel a little embarrassed to say it. When I was a child, I once got lost in my green onion field. I walked for two hours and still couldn't find the way out of the green onion maze."

Some people say, "Only Zhangqiu produces onions of this size! They cannot be grown anywhere else." This is wrong. Sun Buqi's grandfather once planted them more than 100 miles away from Zhangqiu.

In the case of "Zhangqiu Green Onions", although due to limited planting and management techniques, the green onions did not grow to 1.4 meters, but they did grow to 1.4 meters.

Field management of green onions is very important. It is necessary to constantly cultivate the soil manually to cover the newly grown parts, so that there will be white green onions more than one meter high. In later generations, many Zhangqiu green onions were transported to Zhangqiu from the three eastern provinces and then labeled

In the name of "Zhangqiu Green Onions", they were transported to the capital.

Xu Lili and Li Ruoli both grew up in the south. The largest green onions they had ever seen were no thicker than a girl's little finger. They could not imagine how long it would take to eat one green onion that was thicker than a baby's arm.

The two of them were whispering behind each other, trying to determine whether Sun Buqi was bragging and whether he was deceiving two people again.

Through such a curious topic, the awkward atmosphere caused by the "misunderstanding" between the three people was swept away.

Xu Lili and Li Ruoli broke the casserole to get to the bottom of the matter. They kept asking whether the heroic character of the northerners was cultivated by having green onions in one hand and pancakes in the other, one bite on the left and one on the right?

In the era without the Internet, the huge conceptual differences between the North and the South could not be eliminated at all; people only believed what they saw. It was not until the rise of mobile phone photography and the rise of self-media that the misunderstandings between the North and the South were partially explained.

Sun Buqi couldn't bear the two girls' tough talk, so he had to agree: after the Spring Festival, he would bring three bundles, that is, three green onions, to the school as samples.

When other boys meet an outstanding girl like Li Ruoli, they either refuse her or stay away from her, or they are like a pug, as if they have no dignity and hang around the girl all day long. Sun Buqi always maintains a normal mind, as if she is beautiful.

There is no knowledge at all. He is sarcastic when he should be sarcastic and shows no mercy when he should be beaten and scolded.

Xu Lili, who was still a little resentful at first and felt ignored, now feels that Sun Buqi is very MAN and has a masculine aura. In contrast, her ex-boyfriend is just a sissy who takes care of everything by herself.

There are many girls like Xu Lili in the society. They have a relatively weak personality and are a bit "bullying the weak and afraid of the strong". Once they encounter the justice of power, they will just endure it silently, then get used to it, and finally accept it happily. This is a typical "Stockholm syndrome"

"Crowd. (To be continued)