"Yao Yue, you have a good life." Lying on the bed in the girls' dormitory, Lu Zhi couldn't help but want to chat.

The laboratory of Westburg Middle School has had a huge impact on her.

The school's laboratories are managed by the school. Even if they are assigned to a certain teacher, there are special people to register and inspect, and they will record the number of instruments and equipment from time to time. Common consumables and consumables must be signed every time they receive. If they are used too much or more than the average number in the school, they will be immediately restricted. Except for a few ashes who receive national funds, few can get rid of strict inspections.

As for the more expensive consumables, the laboratory uses them to collect them once and at one time, and the units of some things are even milligrams. For example, the commonly used and costly pyrogenic acid in biological matters are given only 50 mg each time, which is 5% grams. After using them, they have to be said strange things. Not every teacher can use them, and the number of teachers who can use them is limited by the total number. Older teachers are unwilling to suffer from this affliction, and they are usually sent to be destroyed.

The laboratory of Xibao Middle School is like Yang Rui’s private area. He uses whatever he wants and uses whatever he wants.

Things like silver oxide, platinum bars, etc. are placed directly on the experimental table for Yang Rui to use.

Platinum bars are really made of platinum, which costs hundreds of dollars per gram, and many people are reluctant to buy them when they get married. Some experiments say they are consumed, and even if they are not used up, no one will know if Yang Rui stuffs them in his pocket to make up data.

There are many more expensive materials in glass cabinets against the wall, and they are also unsupervised.

When Lu Zhi saw Yang Rui's casualness, he knew that the laboratory of Xibao Middle School was definitely not as simple as he said.

If it was really the laboratory of Westborough Middle School, how could Westborough Middle School not send people to watch?

As poor as this township, I am afraid that some people would want to take their white coats home and change them to their children at home.

Seven or eight white coats are hung on the wall for people to use, and even the laboratory of Hedong University cannot do it.

As for the expensive consumables full of the laboratory table, it is even more outrageous. Lu Zhi just calculated it and felt that the annual income of the teachers at Xibao Middle School was higher.

If the laboratory is managed by Xibao Middle School, no one will be moved if Lu Zhi doesn't believe it.

She was moved.

Yao Yue didn't know what she was thinking. She and Lu Zhi slept back to back for a long time before she said, "What's the best life? I don't usually come here, just cooperate with him to complete the experiment."

"He asked you to do an experiment, and if he didn't find a few other stinky men, wouldn't it be quite a bit of a problem?" Lu Zhi quickly turned the problem to the other side using a woman's unique wrong way.

Yao Yue was immediately deviated from the guidance and his voice was even lower, saying, "He wants to use the basic equipment of the school to let me do some basic experiments. Maybe it's easy for me to talk to."

"I'm easy to talk to, too."

"Then you can recommend yourself."

"I really want to." Lu Zhi chuckled and said, "I'm afraid that someone doesn't want to."

"Who is unwilling to do it? Don't mess with each other." Yao Yue's voice became louder and then quickly lowered, afraid that the girl in a room would hear it.

Lu Zhi sighed and said, "So you have a good fortune, no one else can touch you."

"No."

Lu Zhi smiled and suddenly said, "Is the laboratory Yang Rui's?"

"I don't know. Why do you think so?"

Lu Zhi explained his guess and said, "Yang Rui is afraid that he has some overseas background. Maybe he is very rich, so he set up a laboratory for him."

Yao Yue couldn't help but recall the conversation between him and Yang Rui. During this period, Yang Rui seemed to have said "my laboratory", but Yao Yue didn't take it to heart. Professor Cang would also say that the school's laboratory was his own laboratory. This statement has no meaning in judgment.

Unable to figure it out, Yao Yue instinctively defended Yang Rui: "Their family will not have overseas backgrounds. His family is all village cadres. If he had overseas backgrounds, he would have been tragically punished."

After the reform and opening up, overseas background was certainly an enviable object, but in the 10 years before the reform and opening up, it was quite dangerous to have an overseas background in the first 15 years before the reform and opening up. It is possible that if one is not careful, it is possible to be separated by heaven and man forever. As the main cadres in the village, if they had overseas backgrounds, cadres who wanted to be promoted and those young rebels who were delusional to reach the top, they would have long rushed forward.

The only safe overseas background is that it never contacted before the 1980s, and then suddenly contacted after the reform and opening up.

However, most Chinese people with overseas backgrounds live in coastal areas, and many of them were obtained by relatives who fled to Hong Kong in the early years. Hedong Province is located in the inland, such as Xi County. Since people began to buy electrical appliances in the past two years, there have been legends that someone has overseas backgrounds every year, and they have been proven to be untrue every year. In this era, the "overseas background" is like a vampire and werewolf, and is an urban legend.

"The Wrangler" and "Love in Lushan" sell so well, but it is actually a legend in the city.

Lu Zhi was admitted to Hedong from another province. After thinking about it carefully, he agreed: "It would be amazing if he had no overseas background and just had a laboratory he got by himself. You think, how much is this laboratory worth?"

"What's the price of money? It's tacky." Yao Yue's language is unique to the literary youth era.

Lu Zhi closed her eyes and smiled and said, "The family is a cadre, talented and talented publishing articles in foreign journals, and there is another laboratory, and she looks like a movie actor. Xiao Yue seized the opportunity."

"What...what chance, if you talk about it, I will ignore you." Yao Yue's voice trembled.

"I remember you skipped the grade. Yang Rui repeated the year last year. You two are probably about the same age. Okay, I'm going to sleep." Lu Zhi rolled up the quilt and breathed evenly for a while.

Yao Yue couldn't sleep at all. After all, she was just a 19-year-old girl. In an era when holding hands was a rebellious, the hints that Lu Zhi told her made Yao Yue's heart jump out.

However, lying on the bed, Yao Yue involuntarily said what Lu Zhi said, and Yang Rui's appearance and voice appeared in his mind.

After tossing and turning, Yao Yue scolded in her heart, "What do men look so beautiful?" and turned over and finally dreamed.

The next day is the weekend.

The two girls got up a little late, but they saw that no other girls in the room were seen.

After washing up, the campus was filled with the sound of reading.

Although the Ruixue Group is in a dark and dark way, other students are also brought up, and even on weekends, many people do not relax their requirements.

This is also due to Yang Rui's publicity. In his words, he is straight and can be a person in his senior year of high school, and bend down to be a donkey for the rest of his life.

If it is 30 years later, this sentence is probably not completely correct. Society has developed and the average social income has been higher. As long as you are willing to work hard, you can earn more than 10,000 yuan a month after graduating from junior high school to work as a bricklayer. With a 60% college entrance examination admission rate, you will have no pride in reading a three- and two-book school. This noun was a luxury for college and technical secondary school in 1982.

But in the 1980s, society did not have so many jobs to offer.

The most common jobs in the country are farmers. There are 1 billion people in the country, and 600 to 700 million are farmers. This is the ruling class in China. In terms of individuals or families, they are the only profession in China that needs to pay taxes except writers.

In the 1980s, there was no personal income tax. Workers did not have to pay taxes, and businessmen and civil servants did not have to pay taxes. They all paid money from the state, and only farmers only had to pay taxes, but also had to pay heavy taxes. The difference between industry and agriculture made the income of ordinary farmers' families not as much as a worker in a year. If they encounter drought and flood disasters, there are greater economic and life risks.

In short, taking farmers as a profession is worthy of respect, but not a goal worth striving for. Judging from the history of Xiaogang Village, the first village in China's reform, "crossing the food and clothing line in a year, and not overcoming the wealth hurdle in 20 years." Until 2003, the per capita annual income of this village, which used blood handprints, was only 2,100 yuan. During the same period, the average annual salary of urban employees across the country was 14,000 yuan, and Beijing was 24,000 yuan.

Taking one-seventh of other people's income, it really requires a good body and mind to say that they can live happily and comfortably.

Workers are not very good jobs. Of course, workers in central enterprises are quite good, but since the 1950s, central enterprises have not been able to enter casually. Tens of millions of worker positions are provided by local enterprises. By the 1990s, these workers began to become the main force of the laid-off army.

In contrast, the future of early self-employed businesses seemed to be brighter, but the current situation was the worst. Without stable jobs and units, it means that they have to resist the runs of the system with their personal strength, have to survive the next ten years, and want to make a comeback, and live a harder life than a donkey.

In addition, China in the 1980s maintained tens of millions of unemployed young people for a long time.

Looking back at history, since the early days of reform and opening up, there have been many good ways to live in the future, but fewer ways to live in the future.

Being a donkey for one year in the third year of high school is definitely the shortest choice for ordinary people to be a donkey.

Yao Yue and Lu Zhi both emerged from the thousands of troops in the college entrance examination. When they heard the sound of reading aloud, they were even more touched.

Thinking about the hesitation and resentment in high school, and looking at the hopeful university, the two states of mind made their pace slow down.

"You saw Yang Rui performing an experiment yesterday and how did you think he and Teacher Lan are like?" Yao Yue suddenly asked his friends under the urge of strong confidence.

Teacher Lan is a lecturer at Hedong University. She helped Professor Cang and was also the host of the laboratory. Most of the students who have entered the laboratory to help are trained by Teacher Lan. Since they are both women and are less than ten years apart in age, Yao Yue admires her quite a bit.

Lu Zhi did not answer and asked back: "Are you optimistic about Yang Rui's experiments and papers, or are you not optimistic about it?"

"I don't know either." Yao Yue turned his head and asked again: "Where are you?"

"I think Professor Lan can't get investment from a foreign company, and Professor Cang may not be able to get it."

Yao Yue paused for a moment and said in a flash: "No matter whether his experiments and papers are good or not, I want to do my best."

"Not only do the experiment well, but also make-up carefully. Your chin is not evenly applied." Lu Zhi suddenly reached out and rubbed Yao Yue's tender face.

The little momentum that Yao Yue finally accumulated was immediately exhausted.

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Chapter completed!