Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

In the 1980s, having an overseas relationship was more enviable than having an official relationship.

Having a relative who is an official at home is more convenient and more affordable. There was an overseas relative who was completely different, and that was a majestic prestige that could tremble immediately. Apart from other things, in 1982, the entire compound was shaken by the acquisition of a foreign currency to buy a color TV, and the construction of a house and a pig farm could instantly change lives. If you are a little richer, whether it is borrowing or exchanging, using foreign exchange to jump in the queue to buy a Dongfengmill that is several thousand large, then it will be a matter of one or two years for the whole family to be well off.

In the early 1980s, in films with a box office of over 100 million, the heroine was a descendant of the Kuomintang who lived in the United States. The whole film tells a love story between a fool who loves to learn and an overseas Chinese "princess". The protagonist has an old American father who he doesn’t know. While the two are entangled in their father-son relationship, there is also a rural girl who does not envy foreign life and is willing to stay in the poor grassland. The girl’s role has been awarded to France. With the government scholarship, I went abroad happily.

It can be said that overseas relations represent a better life.

People at this time know very little about foreign countries, but from the limited resources, it can be known that when foreigners come to China to play, they spend more money than we earn in our lifetime. A foreign relative sent a letter with only one piece of foreign money in it, whether it was a dollar bill, a pen or a Japanese yen, its face value was more than the annual income of a family of three. If you are lucky enough to go abroad, even if you wash dishes abroad, you can also accumulate a fortune...

"Isn't this Yang family a local? There are relatives who went out?" The postman who delivered the letter from Xi County didn't leave at all. He stayed in the post office, waiting for Yang Rui to come to see what was inside.

Strong curiosity and non-existent sense of responsibility are the privileges given by the times. For such things as sending letters, there is still a punctuality in Nanhu area, and it is very casual in towns and towns.

The post office in Xibao Town doesn't matter. People like to watch it. Only the local postman rides fast, bringing a handful of ordinary mail and package news to make notifications.

Early the next morning, Yang Rui went down the mountain to pick up the parcel, and the postman in Xi County waited for a day and night. He was not in a hurry, and Badi stretched his head from the side of the counter and said, "Take it apart and see, what's the matter? The problem was explained on the spot, and you are not responsible for leaving the cabinet."

"Who said that leaving the cabinet is not responsible? You first check whether the package is intact. If it is intact, you don't need to open it here." The little beauty Wu Qian looked at Yang Rui, glared at the postman from Xi County, and said to Yang Rui: "He is I want to go back to the county to brag, and I have seen something sent from abroad."

The postman wasn't annoyed at all, he said, "Aren't you curious?"

Wu Qian paused and said, "That can't ask others to open the package at the counter."

The postman gathered his messy hair, but turned his head and asked Yang Rui: "When did you relatives go abroad? There has been no news for many years? How can I send the letter to you instead of your dad? You say their names. It’s also weird. With such a long string, how come you don’t need Chinese to go abroad?"

This pile of questions made Yang Rui understand the situation and suddenly laughed. Speaking in English, can't it be a long list?

"Our family has no overseas relatives, so the contents should be books." Even though the opposite person is a small person, Yang Rui has to make it clear.

The Yang family is not a big family in the city, and a little gossip might cause much trouble.

The other party naturally didn't believe it, but didn't say anything, just watched.

Yang Rui shook his head, still on the counter, tearing open the package.

There are three sample publications sent to Yang Rui. In addition, there are 30 thick separate copies, packed in a cardboard box, giving people a lot of room for reverie.

The so-called pamphlet is a product of the regularization of foreign journals, which is to list and print the articles of the author of the paper separately, so that the author of the paper can distribute his paper to colleagues and friends. This is the most fascinating moment for the researchers who have been buried in the laboratory all day. The secretion of dopamine can be more than having sex.

The first printing of 30 pamphlets is free, and if you want to print more, the magazine society charges a lot of money. For example, printing 250 copies may cost US$500, and printing 2500 copies may cost US$1,500. For those researchers who need to attend academic conferences or are too excited, they are very willing to pay this money.

Unlike the publication of ordinary journals, most foreign journals do not have a manuscript fee, or in other words, the manuscript fee and the page fee are offset. If a magazine with a larger circulation prints a few more individual editions, it will be a discount to the author. After more than ten or two decades, the network will develop well, fewer people will subscribe to magazines, and even fewer periodicals will be given away.

The carton was quickly pulled out, and there was only one letter left. Yang Rui opened it without hesitation. It was a machine-typed letter, which was generally a welcome letter for Yang Rui to contribute again. It was meaningless. It is a searched journal. Researchers from all over the world submit manuscripts here. There is never a shortage of manuscripts. After all, foreign researchers are also required to evaluate professional titles.

The people at the post office looked at Yang Rui digging out the cardboard box, but they didn’t see a remittance slip or a dollar bill. The last envelope was really a letter. The postman in Xi County waited for a day. I couldn't stand it anymore, and said uncomfortably: "You relatives are really boring. Sending a bunch of books is not antique. What's the point?"

"Antiques can't be sent." Wu Qian whispered. She was preparing for the post office's internal examination recently, and the rules and regulations were well memorized.

The postman hummed and said, "Who knows if foreigners are allowed to send it. What are these?"

He was asking Yang Rui.

Yang Rui smiled, put the pamphlet back into the carton, opened a sample journal, turned to the middle part, found his own article, pointed to the signature under the title, and said, "Did you see this?"

"It's like a ghost..." the postman murmured.

"This is Pinyin, can Wu Qian know it?" Yang Rui turned the sample journal in one direction.

"A little bit." Wu Qian replied hesitantly. She picked up her pinyin only recently and taught herself to take the unified examination of the post office. When she was studying, the school was taught by an old farmer with a white towel on his head, a pure poor middle peasant, holding a whip every day to teach students the importance of picking up manure, and she often said that she wanted to be a handlebar. , For how much sweat and hard work I have put in, I am grateful to a group of people for this, and often take the children to practice nearby. The children have a great time, and also like this grandfather who dares to beat the teacher, and he has graduated. I found out that I hadn't learned anything.

With a touch of shame, Wu Qian stared at the pinyin of Yang Rui's fingertips, and spent ten seconds before reading the initials and vowels separately: "yang...r..."

"Yang Rui?" Wu Qian suddenly called out in surprise, and she didn't know if she spelled out the pinyin for herself or Yang Rui.

Yang Rui nodded slightly and said, "The article I wrote was published in a foreign journal. This is a sample journal sent to me."

This answer is even more shocking than overseas relatives.

The oldest Sister Li in the institute called out "Yo" and asked, "You used to write articles in our Chinese newspapers, but now you get to a foreign country?"

"It's almost what it means."

"Why don't you have any draft fees?" Sister Li's voice grew louder, and she suddenly looked down on the counter and asked, "Is there a remittance slip but I haven't seen it?"

"This kind of journal has no manuscript fee." Yang Rui reluctantly stopped the other party's kindness, and took out the separate copy, saying: "This kind of journal will print my article separately into a book, but it will not pay the manuscript fee."

"Foreigners save more money than us, and don't pay the manuscript fee..."

"Foreign magazines give it, but journals don't." Yang Rui was devastated by the difference between popular journals and magazines.

The people on the counter showed their left ears in and out of the right ears, holding the single-line book with both hands to read, and kept uttering "tsk tsk" admiration. After a while, the people who came to work in town also rushed to the counter, vying to read foreigner's magazines.

Xibao Town is a small town. Someone in the west end farts, and you can know it right away in the east end. Things like foreign magazines can spread throughout the town in less than ten minutes.

There are too many people in the post office, and some people do business. If you give the stalls to others, you will run to watch the excitement.

There are also some big guys who are picking their feet. What they hear in their ears are foreign magazines. What they think is the video tapes of foreigners in the county seat without clothes. They think "there is all this stuff in town", and then they rushed over. Squeeze in vigorously.

Yang Rui was very happy that his reputation spread. The reputation of the mayor Yang’s son for publishing articles in foreign countries is better than the reputation of the mayor Yang’s son using the militia to bully people.

However, in order to protect the sparse sample publications, Yang Rui first collected them, then put the two single-page books on the counter, and walked along the back door.

The leaflet is used to do this kind of thing. Everyone is satisfied when they see Yang Rui's pinyin. As for the photos of foreign women without clothes, this kind of thing is embarrassing to say.

The next day.

Xia Houhuan was called to the school by Yang Rui, and he was given a "organized" calculation book. Although the dense numbers and symbols exceeded the actual needs, Xia Houhuan was relieved a lot.

"Relying on this, UU reading www.uukanshu.com can make an evaporation crystallizer, right?" Xia Houhuan asked more, he put too much into it, and he can't look back anymore.

"You have to find specialized technicians to organize production according to the requirements in the brochure... If you encounter problems again, you will come to me again, but as I said, I don't understand ordinary production problems. You have to have someone special. Come and do this work." After Yang Rui finished speaking, he took a new set of pamphlets and handed them to Xia Houhuan: "This is my latest paper, and it can be regarded as a proof of myself."

The pamphlet also has a cover, and includes the name and introduction of the journal, Yang Rui's introduction and the full text of his paper, and finally the appraisal and evaluation of the reviewer, etc. The content is more detailed than the formal journal content.

Of course, all of these are written in English.

Xia Houhuan understood what Yang Rui had said, and then took it in his hand and flipped through it, and the full of doubts disappeared.

"I must read it seriously." Xia Houhuan repeatedly thanked Yang Rui before leaving Xibao Middle School.

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