Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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"Did you see Yang Rui?"

"Did you see that?"

"No one is particularly young!"

Reporters craned their necks to stare at the returning scholars. More than half of the people here have never seen Yang Rui's appearance, so they can only guess based on his age. At one time, someone regarded the team leader Zhang Hongjun as Yang Rui.

Zhang Hongjun was so frightened that he thought that something had happened to him and a reporter was interviewing him, so he walked forward with trembling legs.

However, Zhang Hongjun got used to it as he walked, because he only needs to be familiar with one skill, and he can use it smoothly:

"I'm not Yang Rui, I'm the team leader Zhang Hongjun."

Zhang Hongjun repeated these words over and over again.

The reporters who came today were very purposeful, and once they heard what Zhang Hongjun said, they immediately ignored him.

Zhang Hongjun was puzzled, but also envious and jealous, he thought: "You, Yang Rui, have borrowed my luck. If I hadn't helped you jump up and down to find reporters, would you be here today? I made you famous, and you are like this To me, ungrateful stuff!

He didn't think about what his purpose was, or what loss Yang Rui would suffer because of it.

Zhang Hongjun just knew that he had suffered a great loss. Returning the ten thousand dollars was Zhang Hongjun's greatest regret. He was worried that Janica would be dissatisfied, and even stuffed back the allowance of more than one hundred dollars he had saved. Now, back in China, Zhang Hongjun can't help thinking: If I have ten thousand dollars in my hand, what am I afraid of? Even if I am fired or punished, I am not afraid!

Unfortunately, Zhang Hongjun did not have ten thousand dollars in his hand.

Therefore, Zhang Hongjun could only stare at the media reporters on both sides, looking for Yang Rui excitedly, talking about Yang Rui, asking Yang Rui, and answering the same sentence a thousand times by the way:

"I'm not Yang Rui, I'm the team leader Zhang Hongjun."

"Are you Zhang Hongjun?" Two strong men stood at the entrance of the corridor, holding Zhang Hongjun from left to right.

Without even thinking about it, Zhang Hongjun replied, "I'm not Yang Rui, I'm the team leader Zhang Hongjun."

"It's Zhang Hongjun." The two nodded, picked up Zhang Hongjun and left.

Zhang Hongjun's feet left the ground, and he stomped twice in the air, his frightened bird's feathers stood on end, and the poking pain in his underwear.

A ball of mysterious fabric was stuffed into his mouth before he could yell.

Zhang Hongjun exerted all his strength, his veins bulged, but he didn't struggle. He could only turn his head and kick his legs desperately, looking at the men on both sides.

"Loosen up, we belong to the Commission for Discipline Inspection." The man on the right pushed Zhang Hongjun's face back and said, "We'll ask you some questions."

Zhang Hongjun kicked harder.

The man on the left smiled: "I just said, you can't scare people like this. Look at me."

The man on the left showed a big smile, and said to Zhang Hongjun: "Look, we didn't plan to come to the airport today, but no one expected that so many reporters came to welcome your delegation, which shows that you Zhang Hongjun The leader of the team is doing a good job. But, our leader is worried that your nonsense will cause bad influence, so let us protect you first, which is also responsible for you, don’t you think? You are a party member, you should understand For this reason, come on, relax your body, we will let you fall to the ground, and you can walk by yourself, take it easy on you, and let us take it easy, okay?"

After finishing speaking, the two gently put Zhang Hongjun down a little.

Zhang Hongjun's feet landed on the ground, and without hesitation, he ran with all his might—the arms on both sides pulled him back again.

"Okay, that's it." The man on the left also gave up and continued to carry Zhang Hongjun out.

The crowd behind suddenly let out chaotic cheers.

Zhang Hongjun turned his head desperately, turned his head desperately, only to see Yang Rui walking out of the corridor in a handsome suit, with a warm and friendly smile on his face.

"Yang Rui!"

"Yang Rui—"

"Mr. Yang Rui!"

The reporters pressed the shutter while shouting, the sound of clicking was too dense to be covered by the noise of the crowd.

Zhang Hongjun stared blankly at this scene until he was stuffed into the car.

"Yang Rui, I'm Jia Xin, a reporter from Xinhua News Agency. Do you know that I've been continuously reported by American newspapers?" With the tag on his chest, the CCTV reporter came out on top.

Yang Rui actually expected it, otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to great lengths to do an exclusive interview.

However, the sea of ​​people in front of him still frightened Yang Rui, and a thought surged in his heart: water can carry a boat and also capsize it.

There are many scholars who rely on the media, such as Hawking, who is often mentioned so much that his ears are rolling when he hears it. This gentleman is naturally a top scholar of the second tier, but his reputation and the attention and funding he has obtained , is far superior to second-tier scholars, even stronger than many first-tier scholars.

Naturally, there are more scholars who are lifted up and thrown down by the media. For example, South Korea’s Hwang Woo-suk, a former Korean national treasure scholar, is known as a national hero and the father of cloning.

In Yang Rui's perception, China in the 1980s is very similar to South Korea after 2000. The power of the media is extremely huge, it can easily make a person popular, and can easily trample a person to death, there is no reason to speak of it.

In just ten years, countless celebrities have emerged in China, and there are also countless celebrities who have been trampled to death. The Eight Great Kings of Wenzhou, who produced wires, screws, or printed catalogues, became famous all over the country in 1982, and they were not smelly. In 1983, Bu Xinsheng was listed as a model by the central government. Ministerial officials had to queue up to hear a report. , As a result, he almost died of poverty and illness.

Yang Rui looked at the hundreds of reporters and the crowd of onlookers several times larger than that, feeling terrified.

He does not suffer from stage fright. During his years as a tutor, Yang Rui has long been used to speaking in front of everyone.

Yang Rui is just afraid of the media and the future shaped by the media.

"Hello, Comrade Jia Xin, everyone." Yang Rui didn't mean to be superior at all. Instead, he bent down and took the microphone in the hands of the Xinhua News Agency reporter who was less than 1.6 meters tall.

When the ugly ghost lowers its head, it will only frighten the silly beauty. With Yang Rui's handsomeness, coupled with the aura behind him, this attitude makes people feel very happy.

Comrade Jia Xin, whose name was remembered, also had a smile on his face, and explained to Yang Rui: "Hello, Comrade Yang Rui, we are very happy to hear that you have won glory for China in the United States. The reporters present are from different media. , everyone wants to hear about your experience in the United States."

"Oh, okay, that, or else, let's go to the middle of the hall, sit down and talk about it, blocking the door will be a hindrance to the view." Yang Rui said, dragging his suitcase to the middle of the pick-up hall, he There is actually no one behind, but Yang Rui needs a little time to sort out his thoughts. He thought that the news might be received in China, but the current scene obviously did not match his preparations.

In fact, Yang Rui did not consider such a long-term. When he was in China, he was only thinking about how to get a speech at an international conference and how to confirm his rights.

Walking slowly to the center of the hall, Yang Rui straightened his clothes, looked around, and said with a smile, "There are so many people, what should I say?"

"How about we each ask a question?" Someone organized spontaneously.

The reporters said yes one after another, and then began to line up.

Yang Rui slandered inwardly: Let alone hundreds of people, one person asks one question to the Year of the Monkey?

However, facing the uncrowned kings, Yang Rui decided to behave better.

If he really won the Nobel Prize, more than a hundred reporters are nothing more than chickens and dogs, and they can just go there as if they were playing Dynasty Warriors. Look at the few people in China who have won the Nobel Prize, especially Yang Zhenning and Li Zhengdao who have won the Nobel Prize in natural sciences. Few media will go up and slander them. ****.

Domestic reporters only look at the awards and not the results, and their level is lower than that of the leaders. Yang Rui quietly waited for everyone to line up, and then asked one by one.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Rui selected a batch of WeChat chicken soup from his mind, especially various quotations.

Unlike Americans who like to listen to stories, Chinese seem to prefer to listen to summaries.

When Chicken Soup for the Soul arrives in China, it is basically boiled down to summarizing chicken soup, just like a pot of chicken soup that is enough for a family to eat, is boiled into a bowl of chicken soup for each person, which is enough for a family to eat greasy.

However, China in the 1980s lacked meat, and chicken soup that was a little greasy might be more popular.

Yang Rui thought wildly for a while, and saw that the reporters were about to stop and start asking questions.

It started with an innocuous question, and after Yang Rui briefly explained his work in the United States, the reporters' questions really began to drift away.

A reporter asked: "Mr. Yang Rui, how did you achieve your current achievements at the age of 20?"

Yang Rui doubts that this is a trap. How can Chinese people dare to say that they have achieved anything before they die in the face of the Chinese media.

No matter what the other party's purpose is, Yang Rui immediately gathered his spirits, flipped through various quotations in his mind, and found a nearly suitable answer: "'People are forced out!' Everyone has potential. The so-called life Out of sorrow, die in peace, and face the pressure correctly, you will gain more strength..."

The reporters were a little dazed when they heard it. The taste of this sentence is a bit strange. Is it a special language brought back from the United States?

Without waiting for others to recollect, the next reporter couldn't wait to ask: "Mr. Yang Rui, I saw your interview and it was very beautiful. Well, your answer now is also very good. This is what you learned in school." Did the Peking University teach you how to deal with the media?"

Yang Rui instinctively thought that it was still a trap. If this kind of question and answer continues, won't it be another endless educational comment session?

Yang Rui maintained a gentle smile, and quickly formulated an answer: "I have learned a lot from school, the most important thing is: life, there is no rehearsal, every moment is a live broadcast!"

Yang Rui said affectionately: "Because of this, we cherish every opportunity, whether it's studying, taking exams, doing experiments, or participating in exclusive interviews, being interviewed by the media...it's all like this."

His last sentence earned some smiles, while also leaving even more reporters confused.

If it is said that his words are not expressive, then it is definitely not, but if it is said that the answer is perfect, then it is definitely not.

The reporters couldn't tell what was wrong with Yang Rui's answer, or whether it was good or bad. All in all, they got the answer and caught up with the climax.

In the atmosphere of you urging me to dare, Yang Rui poured out dozens of bowls of chicken soup in one breath, filling everyone up, and then left Shi Shiran.

Only a group of reporters were left in the lobby, communicating with weird faces:

"How do you write this report?"

"It feels pretty good, but it's not coherent."

"I think it's too much, otherwise, we also write a series of reports?"

"You stupid, how many media outlets are here? Before you write the second article in your series, all the content will be used up, believe it or not?"

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