Chapter 112 (2/2)

Zheng Jianguo's heart hung up when the school could call the county to find him in such a hurry. At the moment, the back teeth of the director's smile were exposed. He pointed out outside the door and said, ”let's go directly to the gate and wait. Kou bin, take good care of Jianguo. This is a political task ~”

”Hehe, don't worry, director.”

Kou bin smiled. He didn't expect this person to give such a big face. Although he didn't know whether it was for himself or Zheng Jianguo, sending a car was much more powerful than this. Immediately after the car came, he got on the car: ”sanlibao brigade in the West ~ Jianguo, I just heard that there was a Cultural Counselor in the microphone?”

The volume of the old telephone is a little loud, but the call is not clear due to signal attenuation and interference, which is also the reason why Kou bin can vaguely hear. Zheng Jianguo nodded and said: ”this Journal - the headquarters of the magazine is in London. Now it seems that it is likely that the counselor of the British Consulate has also come. Well, it is likely to come to play.”

The establishment of diplomatic relations between China and Britain was relatively early. The relationship at the agency level was established in 1954, and it was officially promoted to the ambassador level more than half a month after Nixon's visit to China in 1972. Of course, not many people know at the moment because of publicity. Even now, in Zheng Jianguo's memory, they just think that the counselor should be visiting mountains and rivers.

However, when Zheng Jianguo arrived at the commune in a jeep, made a report with his father, took all the attention ceremony home, took things and got on the train. When he saw Shen Yunhui in front of the railway station the next morning, he was frightened by what he said: ”not only the Cultural Counselor of Britain, but also the attendant of the Liaison Office of the United States, They attach great importance to your paper. ”

”Well, where are they now? Inside the school? ”

Zheng Jianguo finally understood why the school had the ability to let the Bureau of education find someone, but when he heard one of the British Cultural Counselor and the attendant of the American liaison office, it was enough for the school to raise the matter of finding him to the highest priority, so calling the office of the Bureau of education would not be an exaggeration.

”No, when I notified you yesterday, the school replied that you had something to go home, so I set the time for the meeting tomorrow morning.”

Shen Yunhui's expression was a little surprised. He didn't expect that a paper could attract such a big movement. After receiving the luggage in Zheng Jianguo's hand, he went to the next bus stop and looked at the busy street. ”I didn't know the lancet until I was a graduate student. I didn't expect it to be so troublesome to publish papers in this journal.”

”But it's of great significance. It's almost the lifelong dream of our medical students.”

Zheng Jianguo didn't expect such an exaggeration, but soon after they got on the bus and got off the bus and entered the school, the old man opened his mouth and said, ”Jianguo, you're lucky to be back in time.”

”The school phone calls the Education Bureau. I'm sure I can be found at that place. Brother Shen helps me put my luggage in the dormitory. I'll go there again.”

Subconsciously, he asked Shen Yunhui to take away his luggage. Zheng Jianguo looked in front of Ye minde. There was no one nearby. He felt the meaning of the old man's previous words: ”what do you want to say?”

”You're all back. That's good.”

Ye minde touched his gray hair and turned around and said, ”go and have breakfast with me. Just let people see that you're back -”

”You haven't had breakfast yet?”

It was less than seven o'clock when Zheng Jianguo got off the train. At seven forty-three, Zheng Jianguo looked at the watch on his wrist. Now he heard Ye minde, who had some rickets on his back in front of him, say, ”the temperature has dropped a little fast these two days. I drank some millet porridge yesterday, but it seemed cold. When I got up, I felt a little uncomfortable and didn't exercise -”

”Millet porridge is cold - it's bad for the intestines and stomach.”

Zheng Jianguo followed Ye minde into the canteen, and more people began to say hello: ”President ye, Jianguo -”

”Um ~”

While dealing with the address of others, ye minde found a seat and sat down. Zheng Jianguo went to the steamed stuffed bun table and ordered steamed stuffed bun and porridge. After paying the money, he went to the old man and said, ”your intestines and stomach are bad. Eat less fried food, so your fried dough sticks will quit today and eat steamed stuffed bun.”

”That can also be soaked and eaten. It's also good to soak and eat with porridge.”

Ye minde raised his hand and took the steamed stuffed bun to bite. A pair of slightly turbid eyes fell on Zheng Jianguo's face and said, ”my friend, Kathy Pablo, wrote back and said that the submission of papers is much more strict than before. It doesn't mean that it's OK to take out the new ideas and challenges of the research and the solutions whether they are concerned or not, We should also add interest to rigorous scientific research.

Interest, at least that's what he said in his letter, hoping to attract more readers to read, which was unimaginable at that time. After all, the preciseness of science only needs to explain the repeatable experimental findings in the most straightforward language. Anyone who understands will understand, and it's useless to read -- ”

The old man is worried about the trouble caused by his mistake!

The idea flashed through Zheng Jianguo's mind. He bit a big steamed stuffed bun and said, ”I feel that the purpose of their coming is not necessarily our simple paper.”