Chapter 1354: Backbone

?The TV above the head continues to show the relevant introduction of the Nobel Prize.

Some people who seem to be experts but not experts began to frequently scan their faces, explaining the Nobel Prize and Sweden, while introducing Yang Rui and his possibility of winning the award from different angles.

The judgments of the experts, closely following the results of the interview, are all consoling words, and what is expressed inside is not optimistic.

Lao Fang nodded secretly in his heart. Although he did not approve of the big heads on TV, he did approve of the judgments of several people.

Among other things, Yang Rui's age is an obstacle to winning the Nobel Prize.

Giving him the Nobel Prize is equivalent to breaking the record for the youngest Nobel Prize winner, dropping from 25 to 23 years old.

When was the last time an academic under the age of 30 won a Nobel Prize?

It doesn't make sense for Yang Rui to break the rules. From Lao Fang's point of view, although Yang Rui's achievements are remarkable, it is appropriate to wait a few years or even decades before giving the Nobel Prize.

Turning to look at Yang Rui, Professor Cai and the others, the way they laughed at Yan Yan was particularly eye-catching.

Suspicions abounded in Lao Fang's heart, he secretly winked, called his disciple Bian Hu, and said, "Go and investigate, and see what the hell they are planning now."

"Yes." Bian Hu was a student that Lao Fang accepted in his early years. At that time, the undergraduate class system was still super small, and the professors were used to giving special attention to outstanding students and accepting them as disciples. Staying in school to teach, thus forming a mountain. In all kinds of articles critical of Chinese education, words like "inbreeding" often appear. It is not a joke. With few exceptions.

Bianhu, as a big tiger on the top of Fang's hill, is now waiting for Lao Fang to retire in a few years, and then he will go up quickly.

He also participated in this kind of "academic debate". Even without Lao Fang's instructions, Bian Hu already had an idea. After receiving the teacher's order, he got up and went out according to the established strategy. I found Zhang Xing, the waiter who was preparing the dishes, and gave some instructions in a low voice.

Zhang Xing nodded excitedly, called a colleague again, explained one or two things, and rushed out. When he arrived at the dining room, he pretended to tidy up his clothes, and stood behind Yang Rui, as if tidying up the tableware. None of them moved.

Wu Hongbo, who was sitting across from him, could not have imagined that the current waiter still has such a part-time job, and he would not interfere with the other party's work. The current state-owned enterprise waiters are awesome, the service is definitely not there, and they are even afraid of themselves.

Yang Rui, Professor Cai and others continued to talk excitedly, Zhang Xing listened excitedly behind, and Lao Fang, Ge Xingbang and others scratched their ears and cheeks beside them.

In a harmonious world, everyone gets what they want.

After a long time, Zhang Xing noticed Bian Hu's appearance again, and left the dining room quietly.

"How about it? What are they happy about?" Lao Fang waited longer and became a little impatient.

Bian Hu sat next to Lao Fang, but he didn't speak immediately, but picked up his teacup and drank two swigs.

Old Fang frowned,

Wait quietly.

Bian Hu drank the big cup of tea, spit out two tea leaves, and said, "Zhang Xing talked a lot, let me sum it up."

"Well, tell me." Lao Fang silently lowered his expectations.

Bian Hu took a deep breath, glanced at Yang Rui from a distance, and said, "They speak strangely."

"Oh?"

"Let me sum it up. The core is just one sentence. According to Yang Rui..." Bian Hu paused, and said slowly, "It's a good thing to pay attention to."

"Attention... is a good thing." Lao Fang repeated, frowning deeply into his skin.

Bian Hu glanced at him worriedly, and said in a low voice: "Teacher, I think they are a little self-consoling, so don't pay too much attention to them. Those who were dumped a few years ago are not being noticed by the news every day."

"You really think so?"

"Well... on TV, even if CCTV doesn't cut them, it's almost beating them." Bian Hu didn't know what Lao Fang meant, so he replied carelessly.

"If you say it, it makes sense."

"Yes."

"I didn't say you were right."

"what?"

Lao Fang shook his head and said, "Yang Rui is not wrong. Think about it. What he does is scientific research, not politics. How dangerous is it? No matter how dangerous it is, how dangerous is it?" Do you need to tap the TV station in advance?"

Bian Hu said in a low voice: "I've thought about this question too, but it's not as deep as you think. However, if it's not for the sake of beating, what's the point of broadcasting this on the TV station? There are people who put their minds to offending people?"

"Maybe it won't offend anyone, don't you think Yang Rui is very happy?" Lao Fang said lightly, with some envy in his eyes.

Bian Hu was a little dazed, and said: "Can they still communicate with Yang Rui in advance?"

"That's not necessarily true." Lao Fang was very familiar with the style of the media, and shook his head slightly. If he wasn't a senior leader, he didn't have such qualifications.

"What's the point of that?" Bian Hu couldn't help asking repeatedly, as if in a laboratory.

Lao Fang shook his nose twice, but said nothing.

Everyone in the cafeteria ate their breakfast in a dull manner, and then left separately.

Yang Rui, Professor Cai, Wu Hongbo and others formed a small circle of their own and didn't say much. Lao Fang and Ge Xingbang were also suspicious and didn't bother to provoke. On the contrary, Lao Tan didn't know anything. Since he agreed with two-thirds The distribution plan is out of Fang Ge's body, and to a certain extent, out of the fierce battle, it doesn't matter what other people think.

The silence in the cafeteria did not spread to other places in the guest house.

Since the end of breakfast, the busybodies have been busy with various connections, making the hostel very lively.

It was originally a Su-style room in a large corridor, but now all the rooms are opened up, and people come in and out, like buying and selling goods in a business district.

At some time, in a certain room, the sound of the TV came again.

"Old man, where did you come from?"

"I'm from Hedong Province. I'm here to support Yang Rui, a boy from Hedong, to compete for the Nobel Prize."

"Hey, did you make a special trip to Beijing from Hedong Province? Do you know about the Nobel Prize?"

"Understood, I used to work in the Health and Epidemic Prevention Station under the Hedong Province. I know that the Nobel Prize in Biology is the highest award in biology in the world. I bought a train ticket the day before yesterday and took a day and two nights train to arrive. "The old man's voice sounded very loud, with the unique sense of excitement of the times.

The reporter looked even more excited and said, "Then do you know where the Nobel Prizes are selected?"

"It's in Sweden, chosen by Western countries."

"Since it was selected in Western countries, what's the use of you still making this slogan? The judges can't see it."

"You young people don't know how severe the sanitation and epidemic prevention situation in our country was before, and how difficult our sanitation and epidemic prevention project is now. Our sanitation and epidemic prevention work The target is bacteria and microorganisms that are invisible to the human eye, and diseases that cannot be touched. This is not two steel guns that can be defeated by tens of thousands of people at the swearing-in meeting. We need the 84 disinfectant made by scientists, we need disinfectant water And glucose, penicillin and various medicines are needed to defeat these enemies." The old man paused for a moment, and his voice became louder:

"Microorganisms are invisible and intangible enemies. This enemy is no weaker than American imperialism. They kill people no less than American imperialism. We must defeat these enemies. I don't want foreigners to see my slogan , but I hope that foreigners can see Yang Rui and let them know that we are a Chinese nation that cannot be defeated by steel guns, and that we are also a Chinese nation that cannot be destroyed by diseases..."

In the large Soviet-style corridor, fewer and fewer people spoke, and gradually it became silent.

More people gathered in the room where the TV was turned on, some squeezed in, and some stayed outside, listening with their ears up.

The sound of the TV was turned up to the maximum, so that the uncle's voice could resound through the corridor.

"People of the older generation know that if we fall behind, we will be beaten. We were really beaten. Our blood flowed from the beating, and our bodies were everywhere. I don't know much about science, but I think that the steam engine invented by foreigners back then was shipped to China. Some people must laugh, it’s too expensive, it’s not easy to use, it’s not as useful as mules and horses, and it’s easy to feed... I just hope that we Chinese people can be modest, support science, and support modernization, and don’t wait until May After ten or a hundred years, I will be ridiculed by the descendants..." The old man's voice gradually became a little trembling, but his tone was equally passionate.

"Thank you, sir. We have received your earnest instructions. In addition, sir, can you show our audience friends the slogan you made?" The reporter's voice came out clearly.

There was a sound of shaking cloth strips on the TV, followed by the mandarin with some accents of the old man: "Without today's science, there will be no happy life tomorrow. Support Yang Rui, support science, and wish the motherland prosperity!"

"Where do you want to hang this sign?"

"I want to hang it in front of the gate of Peking University for all the students to see. I hope they can be the backbone of China like Yang Rui!" The old man's voice gradually dropped.

But it feels heavy.

Still no one spoke in the corridor, the scholars looked at each other, then moved away from each other, and finally returned to their respective rooms silently.

boom.

boom.

Apart from the sound of closing the door, there was no other sound in the main building of the guest house. Even the TV was quietly turned off.

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