Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

In the Nanhu City Cadre Sanatorium, the dean organized the cadres and nurses to be busy in the small playground.

The veteran cadres whose average age is over 70 years old probably don't need a basketball court or table tennis court to show their bodies.

However, sports equipment such as uneven bars and parallel bars are still very popular. Sheets, quilts, pillow towels, clothing, and sometimes diapers and insoles are hung there every day, so that the backyard playground is messy like a printing and dyeing factory.

Most of the time, veteran cadres would choose the open area of ​​the front yard to walk around.

But today, almost everyone has gathered.

In the small playground in the backyard, there was no towel.

Every inch of space is covered with various newspapers.

"Xiongguan Manman Science First"

"Science is the first productive force"

"Congratulations for China, and congratulations for Yang Rui"

"The native Chinese Nobel Prize winner shocked the world"

All kinds of titles, each clearly describes the same thing.

In other words, two things are more accurate.

The first thing, Yang Rui won the Nobel Prize.

The second thing, Qiao Gong hugged Yang Rui.

For most people, the latter incident seems more shocking than the former.

China is merging into the world with an unprecedented attitude. Just over a year ago, all the leaders wore suits, which surprised the media and friends.

However, this is the first time that Western-style hug etiquette has appeared on such an occasion, and it was Gong Qiao and Yang Rui, but it was extremely exciting.

The headline on the front page of "People's Daily" uses the title "Cross-Century Embrace", which is eye-catching and can better illustrate the domestic atmosphere.

The revival and rise that all Chinese people have been looking forward to for a hundred years seem to have seen a glimmer of light at this time.

Some bold newspapers have used words like "Embrace of Politicians and Scientists", "Embrace of Politics and Science", "Massive to Science", and even liberal arts students try to prove with words how science can make China Overtaking in a curve.

Some of the statements are well-founded and some are in a mess.

No matter whether it is good or bad, Yang Shan read it piece by piece, and read it out cheerfully when he met the good ones, and smiled when he met the bad ones. The smile on his face reached its peak from the beginning.

The full-time doctors in the nursing home followed Yang Shan obediently, listening to him bragging while observing the state of the old cadres, including Yang Shan.

"Old Zhu, look at this picture. My grandson will follow me, and he looks very handsome from the side."

"Lao Liu Lao Liu, look at what my grandson said, contribute to China's scientific cause, and can speak. This kid, he couldn't see it before, but he just got acquainted later."

"Hey, this is our old leader, and his health is pretty good."

As Yang Shan walked, he commented that some of the old guys around him cooperated, some deliberately made trouble, and some said two ridicules, but the overall atmosphere couldn't be more harmonious.

The few people who didn't like to see Yang Shan Lise, went back to the room early and pretended to be sick, so they wouldn't be embarrassed when they came out at this time.

Yang Shan seemed to walk through a maze. He read all the newspapers from front to back. It was too late to read all the contents, but the headlines were very serious.

They looked at each other and said that they were so excited that they didn't even want to go to bed for their daily nap.

The dean waited for Yang Shan and the others to be a little tired before leaning forward and smiling: "Chief, do you have any favorites or dislikes? Let's highlight and filter them in the newspaper clippings."

Only a regiment-level cadre can be called the chief, and this year is the thing of this year when Comrade Yang Shan has the same rank as the chief.

Yang Shan was happy in his heart, and still said sternly: "I said not to call the chief. I will trouble you to make newspaper clippings. It's too much trouble. Otherwise, let's do it."

"We are all willing to help." The dean immediately straightened his waist and said: "I have already told the comrades that those who are willing to help will work overtime voluntarily and eat dumplings together when they are done. If they can't make it, just make their own Matter, don't force it."

After the dean finished speaking, he smiled and said, "Besides, with so many newspapers, you do the newspaper clippings by yourself. Which year do you go?"

"Then you have to keep me a few copies of the original editions, especially the "People's Daily". Save me at least ten or twenty copies of each." Yang Shan specifically pointed out the relationship, and said: "Qian Cong Don’t save money on my pension, the more you deduct, the better."

"The money is directly approved by the provincial party committee. Don't worry." The dean slowed down his fingers and said loudly: "The four major newspapers have 100 copies each, and the national newspaper, as long as there are two "Yang Rui" Each type of 50 copies, the provincial and municipal newspapers and periodicals are also the same rules. The province’s directly issued the documents and asked each unit to stamp it and send it back ~www.wuxiaspot.com~200 copies for a family. It’s specially for you to give people away. In the future, if a friend from Nanhu comes, you will send it to the Nanhu Daily, and if a friend from Xuxian comes, you will give the Xuxian Evening News. It’s so good.

"It's not appropriate to use public money. I have a pension. Don't pay for it." Comrade Yang Shan's chin is about to fall, and the principle is still not lost.

The dean persuaded: "This is the special care policy of the province. It is not appropriate for you to avoid it."

"That won't work. I haven't reached the point where I can't afford the newspaper. I have to pay the money myself."

"Chief, you are hard for me. You said that I am a small cadre in a nursing home. Above it is the Nanhu Old Cadre Bureau, above it is the Nanhu Organization Department, and above it is the Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government, and then the Provincial Party Committee. You said you want to pay, but I can’t hand it out with the money. Let’s not talk about the Provincial Party Committee. I have never been in the door of the Provincial Bureau of Veterans."

Yang Shan stubbornly shook his head and said: "You just write the report. I still don't believe it. You can't do things without public funds?"

"That's not what I meant. Chief, don't read a newspaper for a few cents. The collection of newspapers across the country is not a small number, and it will take several days. It's a great calculation."

"If you can't afford it, you need a little less. There is no need to hit the swollen face to fill a fat man."

"Isn't this a free gift. It can't be called a free gift. This is the treatment given to you by the province. It is not appropriate for you not to receive it?"

Yang Shan frowned and thought for a few seconds, and said, "Don't tell me, you will count back and count the numbers. I will pay the special party dues."

The dean didn't really want to help Yang Shan save money. He nodded silently, put on a smile again, and said, "How about going to see the newspaper clippings? By the way, how about using the photo of the hug on the cover."

"Use my grandson's photo. The cover of my grandson's newspaper clipping is my grandson's." Yang Shan said categorically.