Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Yang Rui, the movie tonight is "Caravan", do you want to watch it?" Mao Qiming rushed in grabbing two green movie tickets.

Meal tickets, water tickets, and movie tickets are the three major tickets in universities, and their status is no less than that of mobile phones and ipads in later generations. Of course, movie tickets are not cheap. A green ticket of 10 cents can be exchanged for a bowl of meat in the cafeteria.

However, between spiritual food and food, students who are pursuing will choose spiritual food, and the goal everyone pursues is naturally to satisfy food and spiritual food at the same time.

Asking for movie tickets is considered a high-level expense for students.

Yang Rui was scanning the documents, and before he had time to speak, Dong Zhicheng on the upper bunk couldn't bear it any longer. He stuck his head out of the mosquito net and shouted, "Mao Qiming, you've had enough. You've helped Yang Rui carry water and food these two days. What's wrong with the one who gave the movie tickets? If you have nothing to do, you can find a girl to deliver water and tickets, pestering Yang Rui, what are you doing?"

Yang Rui swayed from the chair with a "poof".

Mao Qiming was also choked up badly, and said for a long time: "How to say, I am submitting a certificate of honor, do you understand the certificate of honor?"

Dong Zhicheng frowned: "Certificate of honor?"

"You read classics every day, but haven't you read the Water Margin? Lin Chong went up to Liangshan, and Wang Lun asked him to go down the mountain and kill a person. It's called a trade certificate..."

"Your voting certificate is a movie ticket?" Dong Zhicheng interrupted and laughed.

Mao Qiming curled his lips and said, "There are also water and rice."

"What are you doing with the petition? Are you trying to rob your family?"

"At least they must be working together. It's so ugly to rob a house..."

Dong Zhicheng couldn't help laughing: "I thought you were going to say justice for the heavens."

"What's the meaning of doing justice for the sky? I've already said it. Water Margin is good because of capitulationism. You need to criticize it. In my opinion, doing justice for the sky should also be criticized, right?"

"Criticize what?"

"Why do they do justice for the heavens? Who allowed them to do the heavens? So, what they do is not the heavens, but their own way. If they want to rob houses, they will rob houses, if they want to open black shops, they will open black shops, if they want to be human meat buns, then they will be human meat buns. How can I do that! Big bowls of meat and big bowls of drinking, and no production, so how can there be so much meat and wine for them to eat? In the final analysis, they are not stealing other people's food...Yang Rui, what do you think?" Mao Qiming turned his head and asked Yang Rui.

"interesting.

"Yang Rui looked at Mao Qiming unexpectedly, and didn't mention whether the Hunan guy was right or not, but he was a bit thoughtful.

In China in 1984, there were not many students who could say "why". Everyone is reading politics, reading newspapers and magazines, but their thinking tends to be the same.

If you want to compare, although Dong Zhicheng has read many famous books, his thoughts are not necessarily influenced by any kind.

Yang Rui's thoughts flashed by, he laughed cooperatively, and said: "Xiao Ming, you said that the wolf is a traitor, who is the wolf and who is the embarrassment?"

When he was called Xiao Ming, Mao Qiming was shocked immediately, and said with a smile, "You are a wolf, I am embarrassing, that's for sure!"

Dong Zhicheng couldn't bear to cover his face: "Mao Qiming, you bastard... What do you like about Yang Rui?"

Mao Qiming curled his lips: "What do you know, Yang Rui is a real wolf. The central enterprise gave him 100,000 yuan and asked him to distribute it freely. Have you heard?"

"I heard." Dong Zhicheng put down the book and coughed hard.

As a Peking University student, according to social traditions, he should have regarded money as dung. In other words, after graduating from Peking University, no matter whether he enters a company or a ministry, after five or ten years, they are qualified to decide on hundreds of thousands of millions of yuan. gone.

However, as a student who has not yet graduated, Dong Zhicheng really can't treat money as dung.

One hundred thousand pieces of dung is really too much.

Mao Qiming put his hands on his hips and asked, "You mean, can an ordinary wolf let the central enterprise give him 100,000 yuan and distribute it randomly?"

"This is really powerful." Dong Zhicheng admitted.

"You don't know what's even more powerful, our brother Rui is not only a fierce wolf, but also a good wolf!"

Now, Yang Rui also covered his face: "What kind of animal is a good wolf?"

"The good wolf is you!" Mao Qiming said: "Brother Rui, wait a few days, and when I think of an idea about this embarrassment, we can act together."

Dong Zhicheng didn't strain his face, and laughed out loud.

Yang Rui also couldn't laugh or cry.

"Yang Rui!" Someone knocked on the dormitory door.

"Come in."

It was the counselor who came in.

"Yang Rui, I have something to do, come out for a while." Usually, the counselor would scare many people when he said this, but now he has a pleasant face, which makes people feel at ease.

After Yang Rui went out, Mao Qiming winked at Dong Zhicheng and said, "You see, there must be someone who wants Yang Rui to distribute some casually."

The counselor outside the door and Yang Rui both heard it. The counselor coughed heavily and said, "Let's go out and talk."

"Just go to the corner of the floor." Yang Rui didn't want to go too far.

"Uh... There are still people waiting downstairs."

"Who?"

The counselor said a little embarrassedly: "It's Professor Fu from our biology department."

Yang Rui suddenly thought of Professor Fu, the associate professor at this time. When he first entered school, some seniors introduced Professor Fu to him. At that time, the seniors wanted to draw him into Professor Fu's research group. However, the young professor Fu in his 30s may be regarded as young and promising at Peking University, but he is not in the scope of Yang Rui's consideration.

Facts have proved that Professor Tang Concentration is more suitable for Yang Rui's needs. He has a large laboratory and a large amount of funding. He can protect Yang Rui, and he is not like a young researcher who is eager for success by any means. Except for the hope of upgrading his laboratory to a national laboratory, Professor Tang Zhongji has almost no desires.

Back then, if Yang Rui entered Professor Fu's laboratory, not to mention that the funding could not be guaranteed, the papers he wrote would probably have to be named by Professor Fu.

Unlike the professors of Tang's age, researchers in their thirties really know how to kill chickens and get eggs. They are extremely eager to accumulate.

For the same research, Tang Ji can spend nearly one million yuan a year without running around, so that his laboratory is eligible to apply for the first batch of national laboratories. The 30-year-old associate professor is even more miserable. He actually hangs under the name of another professor's laboratory. It can only be said that he is relatively independent.

Therefore, Tang concentrated on congratulating Yang Rui for receiving the funding for the foreign trade of Chinese medicine, and Professor Fu wanted to talk about it.

Standing in the corridor, Yang Rui turned his mind and said, "I don't know Professor Fu."

"Don't you know each other after meeting?"

Yang Rui smiled and said, "I'm afraid the meeting will be too expensive."

The counselor looked embarrassed: "Don't think about it, Professor Fu just wants to get to know you."

"Not today." Yang Rui shook his head.

The counselor had a strange expression, and said, "Professor Fu has already arrived downstairs, so we should see each other anyway."

When we meet, his work is considered done.

"Instructor, I'm sorry, I really have something else to do." Yang Rui patted the instructor on the shoulder, returned to the dormitory without looking back, and locked the door by the way.

If you don't meet, there will be no conflict. If the status is equal, Yang Rui naturally does not care about meeting, but when an associate professor comes to chat with a student, Yang Rui doesn't think he is willing to return without success.

To dismiss the other party, one must give something, Yang Rui felt that it would be better not to meet at all.

Mao Qiming, who was still in the dormitory, heard the sound of the door lock, and asked strangely: "Is it finished? What did the instructor ask you for?"

Yang Rui sat back in his seat and said, "Nothing. By the way, if Xiao Ming has time, I'll take you to meet some people this afternoon."

"If you have time, who are you meeting?"

"Several of my high school classmates are also studying in Beijing." Yang Rui felt that after a semester of adaptation, the Ruixue group seemed to be more active.

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