Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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Li Xin tried his best to explain the data deviation as an experimental phenomenon in the letter.

Father Li looked behind him and said, "Add one more sentence, saying that it is not clear in the letter, and I hope to discuss it in person. If you post the letter tomorrow, you can go to Wuhan with Xiao Deng."

The Journal of Organic Chemistry Bulletin is in Wuhan. Li Xin looked tired and said, "Explain in person, isn't it even more difficult to explain?"

"Let Xiao Deng bring two thousand dollars. If I don't explain it clearly, I can't help it." Father Li went on to say: "Keep the impact to a minimum. If it doesn't work, drag it. You can drag it for as long as you can. Think of a solution slowly."

Li Xin was dissatisfied with the result, and said in a sad voice: "You can't find two friends and say hello?"

"Your dad, I am the director, and not the prime minister. Who should I call to say hello? Besides, I'm so embarrassed to open my mouth for what you did." Father Li had actually found someone, but like he said, This kind of thing is really difficult to find someone to solve. Because Wei Zhenxue's paper has been published in foreign journals, the journal agency has also notified East China Institute of Textile Technology. If the two are suppressed and inaction, it would be tantamount to burying a time bomb for themselves. In the final analysis, the news has spread out and it is too late to suppress it.

Li Xin's face blushed when his father said: "I was anxious to graduate at the time. I did the experiment for three months and couldn't do anything. When my head was blinded, I guessed a few numbers, and everyone else did the same. ..."

"Others have not been caught, you have been caught, this is the biggest difference." Father Li tried to stop, and continued: "Don't think that you can pass the test easily. If you go this time, you must find a way to make the journals handle it lightly. One point, as long as it is not published, everything is easy to say, go to Wuhan, then go to Shanghai, and ask the school to explain."

"Got it." Li Xin was helpless.

Father Li sighed and said, "I will find someone to accompany you to Shanghai when that time comes. Don't worry too much."

Li Xin was a little relaxed now, and then asked: "You who posted the article, have you checked it out? Is it because someone is behind me?"

"Before I was from the Institute of Media Studies, now I am doing research in a Hong Kong company, from Hedong, and I have no contact with you." Li's father also obtained public information.

Upon hearing the words Hedong, Li Xin, who was already suspicious, condensed his eyes and asked, "Where is Hedong from?"

"A city in the south."

"Nanhu City?"

"It seems that you know?" Father Li frowned.

Li Xin nodded slightly and said, "The last time I went to see her daughter at Vice President Jing's house, one of their guests was from Nanhu City, Hedong Province, a student of Peking University. I have met several times."

"Have you offended others?" Father Li easily heard the subtext.

"I wanted to teach him casually, but they knew the people from the Department of Higher Education." Li Xin stopped hiding, and first explained the situation of Meng Liang, and then said: "I think he must have bought this Wei Zhenxue and gave me It's rectified. I can't spare him."

Father Li touched his chin, but he was lost in thought.

"Dad, it must be him, who didn't run." Li Xin thought that he had found the crux and wanted his father to prescribe the right medicine. Father Li thought for a long time and shook his head: "Even if someone fixes you, what can you do with this method?"

Li Xin was startled: "He is framed."

"What set you up? Did someone frame your paper for falsification?" Father Li was actually furious, and the road designed for his son was probably broken.

Li Xin is gone: "Then I went to Wuhan?"

"Hurry up and talk to other people. Your father's relationship is not necessary, so you can rely on yourself." Father Li went back to the bedroom with his hands behind his back.

Li Xin paused for a moment, stuffed a few pieces of clothes into his bag, and went downstairs. Father Li stood behind the screen window, watching his son's back disappear, and lit a cigarette. He actually wants to help, but as he said, there are very few facts that he can do this kind of thing. The so-called not knowing the officials and juniors in Beijing, the director-general is actually a big official in Beijing, but when compared with local officials of the same level, the cadres at the bureau level are indeed weak. After all, cadres at the department and bureau level in a province, especially those with real power, can write it down on one page. The people and affairs under management are often as many as thousands. Correspondingly, the department and bureau of a ministries and commissions High-level cadres can usually only manage one office, with fewer contacts, fewer rights at hand, fewer resources for exchange, and fewer relationships that can be used.

Of course, the most important thing is that Li's father has almost nothing to do with academia. He knew a few professors and read Li Xin's paper through the relationship, but the falsified conclusion could not be overturned.

Academics are very stubborn things, especially science and engineering papers. Falsification is a falsification. It can't be overturned with just a few words. However, it is not helpful for Li Xin to explore it with a long discussion. In the final analysis, Li's father was helpless.

"It really doesn't work, talk to Jing Cuncheng?" As soon as Father Li's thoughts came up, he killed himself. Jing Cuncheng didn’t do the thing, and he had to owe him a favor. On the other hand, fraud is an iron case, and what should be considered now is the aftermath. At this time, Jing Cuncheng can’t help. of.

...

Wei Zhenxue's paper was published smoothly, and Wei Zhenxue's eyebrows were happy, and he was full of enthusiasm in the laboratory.

Yang Rui also received a letter from the publication of a minor revision of the thesis. Mao Qiming helped him to promote it all over the academy. Although this time I haven't seen the journal and the pamphlet, more people know about it. In other words, this is the story of nine loaves of fullness. The first eight loaves are used to cushion the stomach. Only when the ninth loaves are eaten will you feel full.

And the style of bedroom 203 seems to have suddenly improved.

"Where is Yang Rui? I have some questions I want to discuss with him." The boy in a checkered shirt knocked on the door and said something similar to the previous ones.

Dong Zhicheng, who reads in bed every day, also turned from his initial curiosity to boredom: "I'm not there, I'm out."

"When will you come back?"

"Can't tell."

"Always come back tonight."

"Yes, maybe it's possible to sleep in the laboratory."

"Then I'll come back tonight."

"Not necessarily back."

"It's okay, it doesn't take time to come and see. By the way, I will leave my questions. He can take a look first when he comes, so that we can talk at night." The boy in the plaid shirt said, leaving a workbook.

Dong Zhicheng took a probe and shouted helplessly: "Lao Mao, Mao Qiming, where are people."

Mao Qiming ran in from the dormitory next door and said loudly, "What's the matter? What's the matter?"

"Another one came to discuss with Yang Rui and left a notebook. You can put it away for Yang Rui." After Dong Zhicheng finished speaking, he got his head back and picked up the tome of the famous book. This time, what he read was also It’s the original, although a larger dictionary is needed.

Mao Qiming picked up the homework book left by the checkered boy, flipped through it, and threw it on Yang Rui's desk, saying, "The third book, it feels like a dormitory for the Chinese department." "What's wrong with the Chinese department's dormitory." ?"

Hou Bing turned over and looked down loosely. "The dormitory of the Chinese Department talks about literature and poetry every day. The books are exchanged. Alas, why are you still sleeping?"

"Thinking, thinking." Hou Bing rolled the quilt and said: "Mathematics is thinking. It doesn't matter where you are."

After a while, a soft snoring sound came out from under the quilt. In the evening, Yang Rui returned to the 203 dormitory. There were nearly ten people in the room.

"Yang Rui, I read your paper, so I just have an idea." The people in the dormitory were chatting happily~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Seeing Yang Rui, several of them stood up.

Yang Rui opened his mouth and asked obediently, "What do you think?"

A small science salon was forced to start...

In the next two days, more people attended. This is also the traditional life in the 1980s. For some reason, everyone gathered together, talking and talking, most of the reasons were literary, and occasionally encountered science gatherings. On the contrary, it is more concentrated.

Fortunately, this kind of salon does not need to be organized by Yang Rui, let alone managed by him. Apart from the topics surrounding him for the first two days, everyone quickly gave birth to more things, just using the 203 dormitory as a base.

Not only students from our school participate in such salons, but students from other schools or members of the public can also come to chat in the dormitory. Anyway, the dormitory area is not closed and there is no power outage. As long as someone takes in, you can talk as long as you want.

Yang Rui quickly adapted to this atmosphere. Sometimes he talked late, or went to bed during the discussion, or simply went to sleep in another dormitory. Now people are not so particular about it. It is normal to change dormitories or beds randomly.

Of course, accidents are often encountered in doing so.

For example, a person who fell drunk in front of his dormitory, who had been drunk all night long, did not necessarily find him. Li Xin, who had just returned from Shanghai, found the 203 dormitory and spent a long time drinking and drinking. As a result, he did not see Yang Rui's face at all. When I woke up the next day and saw Yang Rui coming back from the outside, Li Xin suddenly felt crazy.

"Where are you going to the dormitory?" Li Xin's first question digressed. [End of this chapter]

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