"Su Xiankai! Your report! Go to the concierge to get it." The auntie Liu Hongmei in the office occupied the only phone in the room, and everyone's information had to be passed on through her.

Su Xiankai looked up in a daze, his face was completely confused.

"Oh, your telegram, I don't know what's going on yet. Go and have a look. If there's something wrong with your hometown, your village is in the mountains. It's not easy to send a telegram." The tone of the office aunt was a little strange.

Su Xiankai nodded and put the bookmark in the position I had just read and went out.

The aunt looked at his movements and felt unhappy, and said, "I read English magazines every day, and it seems that he can understand them. Isn't she just a teaching assistant!"

There were two people sitting opposite the aunt in the office, just laughing and not talking.

Su Xiankai left the teaching building and kicked a stone in a frustration.

He was a student who got the exam from Taihang Mountain. The so-called old revolutionary base sounds nice, but in fact he can only be said to be both popular and professional. However, in school and in office, when everyone talks about Taihang Mountain, their first impression is that they are poor.

Liu Hongmei, an old teacher in the office, talks about "poverty" and "mountain" from time to time.

The reason is very simple. Liu Hongmei's son graduated in the same year as Su Xiankai. Su Xiankai stayed at school because of his good grades, but Liu Hongmei's son was unable to be assigned to the school because he only went to an unfamous college.

The two young people had different destinies, but they had a thorn in Liu Hongmei's heart. Perhaps menopause was coming, and when Liu Hongmei got the opportunity, she had to sarcastically mock Su Xiankai, and then she felt happy.

Naturally, Su Xiankai would not feel happy.

On the contrary, the air in the office is almost depressing and breathless.

If we use the language of later generations to evaluate it, Liu Hongmei is exerting cold violence.

However, although Su Xiankai reads papers every day, he has no choice but to go to the laboratory. However, the laboratory is publicly used by multiple groups. After the experiment is completed, he will come out. He can also go to the classroom, but the classroom is also for all students in the school and he will leave after class.

The school also requires teachers to sit on the shift to facilitate students to ask questions.

Few people come to ask questions from the junior teaching assistants, so Su Xiankai redirects in the library and office every day.

Because the school cannot provide funds to young teachers, young people such as Su Xiankai must do theoretical research first. Only when the theoretical research is done well can the funds be increased.

Su Xiankai urgently hopes to write a theoretical manuscript and publish it in a national journal, and then get the highest funding of the school of 3,000 yuan to do the project he wants to do.

Obtaining funds and starting a project not only means leaving the "newcomer" stage, but also means that you have a new office to choose from. Even the worst project office, Su Xiankai can move over as soon as possible.

The resentment of middle-aged women is really terrible.

While making plans for the future, Su Xiankai accelerated his pace while hedging the evil spirit of the office aunt.

He rarely received telegrams. The last time Su Xiankai received a telegram from his hometown was more than a year ago, and there were only four words in it: his mother returned quickly after illness.

Su Xiankai was so scared that he fell off several trains overnight and returned to his hometown while standing. As a result, his mother's old stomach disease was caused by a shortage of money in the hospital. Her younger brother secretly took a telegram.

It was such a concise four-character telegram that Su Xiankai was complained many times by his father. "You can eat a basket of vegetarian buns" was almost the catchphrase of Su's father.

Su Xiankai was also worried about something urgent at home: the autumn harvest is coming soon, is it because something happened to the big beast in the family? It would be fine if the animal gets sick, but the family should not get sick...

Su Xiankai thought a lot, entered the doorman and asked, "Master, is there my telegram?"

The hostess was wearing reading glasses and read the newspaper. He took it down to see the person. When he saw that it was a familiar young teacher, he said, "The telegram and the letter are in the basket on the right. Take your own, remember to sign before leaving, and don't mess around."

After the advice was over, the old man in the concierge continued to read his newspaper.

Su Xiankai had no choice but to find letters and telegrams in the bamboo basket himself.

There are a lot of letters to communicate with a school every day. Normal people use ordinary letters to contact each other. Some people can send several letters a day, and the letters from the doorman are sent to the teacher, otherwise the number will have to increase tenfold.

While Su Xiankai was searching, someone came again and shouted, "Old, do you have my letter?"

The hostess took off his reading glasses as usual, glanced at him, and saw him rolling down somersaults and said with keen eyes: "Professor Wang is here, I have put your letter in the drawer, worried that it will be dirty."

A letter was handed to the other party in minutes.

Su Xiankai raised his head and greeted him: "Professor Wang."

"Xiao Su is here too. Okay, you guys are busy. I'll go back first. There is still an experiment that has not been completed." Professor Wang laughed twice, took the letter and left, without wasting any time.

Su Xiankai continued to read the letter with some dissatisfaction. His telegram was an urgent matter and should have been released alone.

However, the gatekeeper did not miss him, and he had no choice but to do anything about it. This was the atmosphere of the school. The dull and conservative atmosphere never dissipated. Of course, there was a strong bureaucratic scent floating around, like body odor, which could not be seen or lingered around.

The concierge only recognizes the school leaders and department leaders, and famous or powerful professors will be remembered. Apart from that, no one can make a familiar appearance in him.

"Finished." Su Xiankai found the telegram with his name written on it while complaining.

"Did you bring your work permit?" The hostess pushed the signature book over, pointed at the bottom, and said, "Sign up and get the letter."

Su Xiankai quickly completed the entire process and tore it apart on the spot.

The concierge didn't say anything, the telegram was indeed a little anxious.

If there is no urgent matter, who will shoot a telegram? This is based on words.

Brush pull.

Su Xiankai shook his hand and unfolded the telegram.

The telegrams were unfolded, both Su Xiankai and the guardian Lao Sun were shocked.

"There are still leverages in the telegram?" Lao Sun said that he was at the foot of Wuzhishan... No, he stayed in the doorman for many years and had never seen leverages in the telegram.

Su Xiankai Mumu nodded and said, "It seems that it's telegram."

The telegram looked up, with seven large black characters and two symbols, "Hello, Mr. Su Xiankai:"

Su Xiankai was dizzy at that time.

Anyone else wrote a telegram like this?

With seven characters plus two symbols, the two cages of simple buns are gone!

However, the sender of this telegram is obviously a bit special.

He sent a telegram like a letter, and he was afraid that he would not be able to explain clearly, so he had many explanations.

In fact, it was nothing more than inviting myself to attend the interview at Peking University in Beijing... Su Xiankai had already agreed without finishing the exam.

Give tickets, accommodation fees, or double sleepers.

How could Su Xiankai disagre?

"Peking University is really rich." After reading it, Su Xiankai deliberately counted the number of words: 268 words, at least 20 yuan!

"What are you talking about?" The concierge asked carefully.

"Ask a conversation, invite me to have a meeting." Su Xiankai was inexplicably happy, rolled up the telegram and said, "The letter said that a remittance form was attached, and it has been sent in the past two days. Please pay attention to it."

"Okay, I'll stay for you as soon as I can." The gatekeeper agreed immediately, and wanted to ask a few more questions, but the person had already left.

Su Xiankai returned to the downstairs of the teaching building, hesitated for a few seconds, resolutely rode his bicycle and went home.

He was too lazy to listen to the nagging of the office aunt again.

On the third day, Su Xiankai came to the concierge for the third time.

"uncle……"

"Oh, Xiao Su is here, your remittance form has been sent, I'll keep it for you early in the morning." The hostel put down the newspaper, took off his glasses, and took out an envelope from the small drawer.

Without having to win the trust from the mountain basket, people will become more relaxed.

Su Xiankai tore it apart on the spot, looked closely at both sides, turned the front of the car and left.

"Hey, Xiao Su, don't go to work anymore?"

"I'll come here later." Su Xiankai went straight to the post office.

After withdrawing the money, Su Xiankai felt at ease. At least he was sure that this was no longer a liar.

In fact, if you doubt whether it is a liar or his wife, Su Xiankai himself does not doubt it. How could the person who spent 20 yuan to send the telegram be a liar?

It would cost 20 yuan to cheat someone, which would be too expensive.

...

Two days later, Su Xiankai and his wife Gu Lian arrived. They met Yang Rui standing at the door.

"Hello, Mr. Yang Rui." Su Xiankai used the first sentence in the telegram.

Gu Lian looked at Yang Rui curiously, then smiled with the heartfeltness of the Northeastern people, "I didn't realize that you are younger than our Lao Su, are you still in your own laboratory?"

Yang Rui smiled and wanted to say rigorously: "I am responsible for presiding over the work in the school's laboratory..."

"It's your laboratory." Gu Lian waved his hand and interrupted Yang Rui's words, and said, "You guys go in, I'll wait outside. Lao Su, you have a good interview."

Gu Lian helped Lao Su to fix his collar.

"Sister-in-law, let's go in together." Yang Rui opened the door and invited.

"I won't go to me, I don't understand." Gu Lian pushed her husband embarrassedly.

Su Xiankai also whispered: "Xiaolian doesn't understand scientific research, so she doesn't have to go in."

Yang Rui smiled and simply stood at the door and asked, "What kind of work does sister-in-law do?"

Yang Rui actually doesn't care much about Su Xiankai's academic ability. Chinese academicians in 30 years have much higher requirements than current academicians. Of course, the learning process is also long enough. Even if Su Xiankai does not have excellent academic ability now, he will definitely have strong learning ability and strong self-control.

No matter which one it is, Yang Rui can accept it.

If one day Yang Rui can win the Nobel Prize, then his laboratory will naturally be worse than the Mavericks.
To be continued...