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In the Medical Technology Development Zone in Hedong Province, a few large rooms that can be used have been requisitioned. Like the canteen, TVs of different sizes are placed on the central set.

Hundreds and thousands of cadres and masses were sitting neatly in the room, waiting to watch the show.

The documentary is played on time.

When the word "Yang Rui" appeared on the TV screen, Tian Shichang couldn't help but clench his fists.

The documentary started shooting half a year ago, but the content is a lot, including Yang Rui's projects after PCR and a review of the previous potassium ion channels.

The TV station decided to make this documentary because Dalbeco might nominate Yang Rui for the Nobel Prize. Therefore, the whole film is quite grand and has a strong purpose. It is interspersed with some Nobel Prize introductions and clips, as well as good dubbing, giving people a passionate impression.

At this moment, Tian Shichang's mood was probably between "a real man should be like this" and "this is true".

No matter what era it is, it is not easy to be able to go to CCTV.

It is a specialized publication focus and banner for CCTV's documentary.

When Tian Shichang was watching TV, he didn't know how many news figures he had watched, but he knew Yang Rui alone.

Especially documentaries, which describe a person's work and importance for 30 minutes, is not impressive.

"Old Tian, ​​you old classmate, are amazing." The colleague sitting next to him said to Tian Shichang in an envious tone.

Tian Shichang nodded with a smile.

"What have your classmates done except you?" the colleague asked in a low voice.

Tian Shichang said with some nostalgia: "Some people go to college, some work like me, some learn driving, and some repeat school."

"Wow, you are so good in high school."

"It's just the town of Xibao Town, nothing is amazing." Tian Shichang said this, still a little proud.

The conditions of Xibao Town Middle School cannot be compared with those of the provincial capital's high school, but the hardware conditions gradually improved. With such a foundation, at least they have the qualification to leave a teacher.

The townships were still very prosperous in the 1980s. At this time, the urban circles of Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen did not absorb more than 100 million people in one go, and the industrial clusters in the Yangtze River Delta and the Pearl River Delta were not covered with factories and workers' dormitories. Therefore, even in inland provinces and in the wilderness hundreds of miles away from the city, there were villages with a population of thousands or even thousands of people living in it. The locations of communes or towns were even more lush. If the conditions were good enough, it would still be possible to attract some young teachers who graduated from technical secondary school or middle-aged and elderly teachers from practice.

Tian Shichang had just left school, and seeing Xibao Town Middle School grow wide in his eyes, he was also proud.

Of course, he does have his contribution here.

The Ruixue Group has always had a tradition of raising funds and donating money, especially for activities for students who have been in the past few months. Although Yang Rui and Hua Rui pay the most, members of the Ruixue Group who have already worked like Tian Shichang always have one or two yuan and three or five yuan. Most of this money is left in the Ruixue Group's accounts, and a small part is donated to Xibao Middle School.

Looking at the TV screen, the handsome and miserable Yang Rui, busy and serious, Tian Shichang was both envious and admired:

"The amazing one is Yang Rui!"

At the same time, the Chinese who watched TV all had such thoughts in their minds.

Potassium ion channel!

Coenzyme Q10!

"CELL"!

"nature"!

PCR!

Nobel Prize nomination!

These nouns were once extremely unfamiliar to ordinary Chinese people.

However, through the easy-to-understand description on the TV, especially through the certification of some foreigners and foreign institutions, everyone has experienced a strong sense of pride.

"Better than Americans!"

For a Chinese scientist in the 1980s, this is almost the best evaluation.

In just 30 minutes, countless people sighed similarly!

Yang Family.

There were three tables in the yard, and there were 40 people sitting together, eating and drinking quietly, and looking up at two TV sets that were drawn from the room with their necks.

For today's documentary, Ruima specially approved it and bought another 18-inch TV.

Of course, before asking Yang's father to carry the TV, Rui's mother called for a long time and called all the relatives she could call over.

Yang Rui's grandfather Yang Shan and grandfather Duan Hongsheng each sat at a table, while the table behind him sat at the junior generation.

Only Yang Rui was pulled to the table in front, and there was a TV next to it, as if it was a real person 3D projection.

The 30-minute documentary is just around the corner.

Rui's mother was crying and hugging Yang Rui with joy and heartache: "I knew you had worked so hard, so I wouldn't ask you to go to Beijing."

"Can you be more tired than farming?" Grandpa looked over without surprise.

"Isn't reading just to avoid being as tired as farming?" Rui's mother said.

Yang Shan hurriedly said, "It's great that the research is not blown by the wind or the sun cannot be exposed."

When his father-in-law spoke, Rui's mother had no choice but to laugh and said, "It's pretty good."

Several people started the topic, and after the documentary was broadcast, the people in the yard suddenly became lively.

"The more Yang Rui looks, the more he looks like a star." This is Yang Rui's second aunt.

"I just went on TV, and I couldn't even imagine." This is Yang Rui's second uncle.

"If we can go to CCTV news in our Public Security Bureau, we will be able to make contributions and receive awards immediately." This is Yang Rui's cousin.

Yang Rui could only keep being modest, and showing off to the older generation, especially relatives, seems difficult to say.

On the other hand, congratulations to Yang’s father, Comrade Yang Feng, for more people.

Comrade Lao Yang also accepted it without hesitation, and laughed happier than Yang Rui.

Indeed, from a Chinese perspective, he doesn't need to be modest, so he naturally does whatever he wants.

Yang Rui picked up a piece of charcoal roast beef stick and chewed it carefully.

In his past memory, charcoal roast beef tenderloin is a very common dish, but there are actually not many restaurants that make delicious food, most of them can only be said to be ordinary.

Nowadays, whether it is charcoal or fire-baked, it is easy to make the corresponding flavor.

After all, it is too easy to get some firewood or charcoal now. The only small factories in Xizhaizi Township, including a charcoal factory, were used for production and life all year round to keep warm in winter, and the price was also very low. In the later generations, they dared to sell charcoal for more than ten yuan or even more than thirty yuan per kilogram, and the supply and marketing cooperatives would cost a few cents.

Despite this, charcoal is still much more expensive than coal. Only families like the Yang family who eat public meals can buy some in small quantities.

Yang Rui's thoughts, which were quite touching, gradually calmed down to the festive celebration before the Spring Festival.

"Yang Rui, come here." Dad Yang Feng changed the table to toast, and came over and poured a glass for Yang Rui.

Yang Rui was amused and cried, and said, "Don't get drunk."

"I'm so drunk, I'm happy." Yang Feng casually touched the cup, drank the white wine in the cup, and said, "I have a news here, which was passed down from above."

"kindness?"

"The superior leader may have to change my job. There is some news and there is no formal conversation yet."

"Good thing, where are you going to change?" Yang Rui was a little curious.

Yang Feng glanced at Yang Rui and whispered: "Don't you know?"

"I should know?" Yang Rui felt a little guilty. If his father was not satisfied with his job, he might be really his fault.

Yang Feng poured himself another glass of wine, took a sip, and said, "You kid, you can now transfer your father and me."

Yang Rui smiled bitterly: "I really don't know, no one can give me the sound."

"Maybe it was just a special leak of the news to me and then to you."

Yang Rui raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

"It is possible that the superiors sent me to the development zone as the district mayor." Yang Feng's expression was very strange.

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