Academician Xue Kang, who is 83 years old this year, thinks he is quite fashionable.

He was also a foreigner. In 1919, the 8th year after the Revolution of 1911, Xue Jiankang, 17, went to France, the victorious country of the World War at that time to study, one year earlier than Comrade Xiaoping, who went to France through the preparatory school for studying in France.

France, which had just ended World War I, was devastated. One quarter of young and middle-aged men in the country died in battle, one-third were disabled, and the remaining industrial workers were on strike every day. At that time, whether it was a trade union or the Communist International meeting or voting, they were very particular about it.

The lower the politics, the less serious and down-to-earth they are. Comrade Xue Jiankang liked to listen to speeches from French street politicians at that time, and also liked to participate in various votes by ordinary workers.

Reduce working hours, agree!

Increase salary, agree!

Add security equipment, agree!

Why did you vote as a student? Agree!

It is important to have some suspense when voting, otherwise everyone's enthusiasm for political participation will be wiped out.

It is when you support him and she supports him that the atmosphere is the warmest.

Liang Ce got a vote, which comforted Academician Xue Jiankang. It was undecent to shave his head and there was no room for performance. Although Xue Jiankang would say something every time he sang a vote, he was old and slow to think about lyrics, and he was always not enough to be fucked.

The suspense that has been prepared long ago is more attractive.

As the old Academician Xue Jiankang thought so, he sang the next vote even slower.

"Come on, let's see..." Old Academician Xue Jiankang sang the lyrics, his movements slowly.

The person sitting in the front row clearly saw Academician Xue's hands stirring around in the ballot box.

Liang Ce, who had closed his eyes and waited for death, waited for a long time, but he had not yet waited for a vote to end, so he couldn't help but open his eyes.

Jiang Tonghua's eyes did not close, and he looked at Academician Xue's hand as stupid as he looked.

I saw Academician Xue as if he was playing Tai Chi in the ballot box. He turned around to the farthest point, turned around, looked at him, shook his head, turned back his palm again, and then turned around again, and then turned back again...

10 seconds.

20 seconds.

Half a minute.

One minute.

Before Academician Xue's hand could be taken out of the ballot box, not only the people in the front row, including Yang Rui and others sitting in the middle, were also staring at Academician Xue's hand, thinking to himself inexplicably.

Suddenly, Academician Xue's Tai Chi movements stopped.

Academician Xue used his other hand to hold the reading glasses, nodded and then showed a slight smile and said, "Now is the 18th vote, the current vote ratio is 16 to 1... If Yang Rui gets another vote, he will win... Well... Let's take a look at the next vote...

Can Yang Rui be qualified to join the committee in advance? Well...

What a pity.

The eighteenth vote was Comrade Jiang Ce.” Academician Xue raised the vote in his hand, circled around both sides, and handed it to his assistant.

The assistant lowered his head and took it, took a look, turned around on the blackboard, and drew a stroke of Liang Ce, with a blank expression.

"Sixteen to two, let's continue to see the next vote."

As Academician Xue said, he used Tai Chi movements again.

Half a minute.

One minute.

One and a half minutes.

"It's Liang Ce again, this vote was also voted for Liang Ce. Well, it's sixteen to three!"

"Liang Ce. Hum, has it become more intense? Sixteen to four!"

Academician Xue's voice was a little excited, but everyone below was stunned.

The 83-year-old academician peeked at the votes on the spot and thought he had not been discovered!

An 83-year-old academician is practicing Tai Chi. You are neither Chen nor Yang nor the son-in-law. How fast can you be your angular speed?

An 83-year-old academician performs magic. Are you doing special training in the blind class?

"Let's see if there will be a miracle happening next vote." Academician Xue said to himself.

"You're looking forward to it." Academician Xue said to himself.

"There is still hope of turning the tables." Academician Xue said to himself.

"Um...is it gone? Well... well... not... well..." Academician Xue said to himself.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes.

"I have it!" Academician Xue was happy and raised his head, saying, "Okay, let's take a look at the next vote. The 21st vote will be voted for Liang Ce."

"Okay, now it's sixteen to five." Academician Xue said happily: "Look, Comrade Liang Ce is still very hopeful!"

The expressions of everyone present were similar to those of Academician Xue’s assistant.

Keep it in check.

An 83-year-old academician, who has worked hard for the Republic, made great contributions to the development of Chinese biology, and devoted all his youth. Isn’t it exciting that others have a hobby?

Only Liang Ce's face looked as if he was too bloodless.

He was not happy at all, he was not excited at all!

Jiang Tonghua also had the urge to smash the blackboard. Everyone knew that he and Liang Ce were together, and countless people even saw him canvassing votes for Liang Ce. As a result, Academician Xue's Tai Chi skills have been mixed for a long time before he got the word "六".

Jiang Tonghua promised that he did not hit someone not because he was afraid of being embarrassed, but because he was afraid that Xue Jian's old bones could not bear it.

"Look at the next vote, what kind of surprise will it give us." Xue Jianang on the stage was a little tired. He leaned against the chairman's table and spoke with a sticky microphone. Even if he was vague, he could hear it.

His Tai Chi skills are slower and he needs to pause and read tickets for a longer time.

And every time he saw a vote and put it down, Liang Ce felt that a knife stabbed him in the chest.

"Surprise you, giant panda. Do you really think the votes are hidden deeper than the giant panda's pregnancy?" Liang Ce had nowhere to vent his feelings, and the chair was creaking with his hands and chairs.

Xue Jiankang picked up, put down, picked up, put down, picked up, picked up, and then turned around... and it was like a chainsaw, tearing it on Liang Ce's body.

Liang Ce was mixed with shame in his anger, with confusion mixed with confusion, and pain mixed with confusion.

Before, they planned to convince 10 people to vote for their own, and for this reason, the old man from the Liang family came forward.

But the current situation is not enough, not to mention 10 votes, even Liang Ce and his own people have not voted enough. Six members of the GMP committee, including Jiang Tonghua, were subject to the health system. These six people were always regarded as iron-core by Liang Ce. Perhaps they are not as iron as Jiang Tonghua, but they are also cast iron.

In other words, including himself, Liang Ce should get 7 votes out of 33 votes. These 7 votes are 7 votes belonging to his own people, and with the 10 votes brought to ensure that Liang Ce enters the committee.

However, Academician Xue's hands have been mixed in the ballot box for a long time, and there is still only one word "全" on the blackboard.

Liang Ce only saw 5 votes in total.

Where did the remaining 2 votes go?

At this time, Liang Ce had red eyes. He was no longer looking at his votes, he was looking at who Liang Jeal who betrayed him.

Xue Jiankang's hand was inserted into the ballot box and it had not been pulled out for a long time.

The scholars who saw through the secrets were not in a hurry. Everyone was quietly waiting for Comrade Xue Jiankang's next vote voting. Occasionally, a few people whispered to each other, and were surprised by the difference in the number of votes in the by-election.

"Yeah...I can't do it..." Xue Jianshe suddenly sighed regretfully.

Immediately afterwards, as if worried about letting go of his mouth, he hurriedly said, "I mean my eyes are not good enough, I can still see them, but I just don't know."

As he said that, Xue Jiankang picked up a vote, reached far ahead, and said, "The 22nd vote, or, if you voted for Yang Rui, it means that Yang Rui was voted for the GMP committee. If you voted for Liang Ce, Liang Ce would have a chance."

"The 22nd vote, the one who got this vote was Yang Rui!" As soon as Xue Jiankang finished speaking, he began to clap his hands. His voice was a little small, probably because it was the sequelae of playing too much Tai Chi.

In the conference hall, even more warm applause was sent, 10% to Yang Rui and 90% to Academician Xue Jiankang.

Academician Xue Jiankang said in unsatisfactoryly, "Although it's a bit regretful, we still need to count the remaining tickets. Of course, we first welcome Comrade Yang Rui to join the Drug Production Quality Management Committee."

The audience applauded like thunderously, accompanied by Mr. Xue Jiankang's quick vote-singing - compared to before.

"One vote for Yang Rui."

"One vote for Yang Rui."

"For Yang Rui."

"It's very strange, it's for Yang Rui."

"There are two people who didn't vote for me." Liang Ce stared at Xue Jiankang with presbyopia and far-sighted eyes, and his face was as heavy as if he was about to hit the ground.

Jiang Tonghua was frightened. For him, losing the support of two hard-core committee members would mean greater losses. The dominance of the GMP committee he envisioned might have to be redesigned.

"Maybe it hasn't been sung yet." Jiang Tonghua said something he didn't believe, trying to relieve Liang Ce's anger.

Liang Ce was too lazy to laugh and said hard: "I searched for four or five minutes, but I couldn't find a ticket, so how could I not sing it?"

"Maybe……"

"Let's go and congratulate you too." Liang Ce didn't want to listen to Jiang Tonghua's lucky words anymore. He stood up, put his hands into his pocket, tried to make an indifferent expression, and strode towards Yang Rui.

Jiang Tonghua said "Okay" worriedly, and lowered his head to follow Liang Ce. When he looked up, he saw an old face like a bark.

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Chapter completed!