"Yang Rui, the movie tonight is "Cargoyle". Do you want to watch it?" Mao Qiming rushed in with two green movie tickets.

Meal tickets, water tickets, and movie tickets are the three major tickets in college, and their status is no less than that of later mobile phones and IPADs. Of course, movie tickets are not cheap. A green ticket worth 10 cents can be exchanged for a bowl of meat in the cafeteria.

However, between spiritual food and food, students who pursue spiritual food all choose spiritual food, and the goal everyone pursues is naturally to satisfy food while satisfying spiritual food.

Requesting movie tickets is considered a high-level expense for students.

Yang Rui was scanning the documents, but before he could speak, Dong Zhicheng on the upper bunk could not help but stick his head out of the mosquito net and shouted: "Mao Qiming, you've got enough. What's wrong with helping Yang Rui bring water, deliver food, and give movie tickets these two days? If you have nothing to do, you'll find a girl to deliver water, and pester Yang Rui, what are you doing?"

Yang Rui shook off the chair with a "pop".

Mao Qiming was also choked very much, and said for a long time: "How do you say it? I am a confession. Do you understand the confession?"

Dong Zhicheng frowned: "Sir of the Fame?"

"You read famous books every day, haven't you read Water Margin? Lin Chong went to Liangshan and Wang Lun asked him to go down the mountain to kill someone, which was called "Trade of the Contest..."

"Is your letter of fame a movie vote?" Dong Zhicheng interrupted and laughed.

Mao Qiming curled his lips and said, "There are also water and rice to bring."

"What are you doing for a letter of fame? Are you going to rob your family?"

"At least it's just a collusion, it's so unpleasant to kill a house..."

Dong Zhicheng couldn't help laughing: "I thought you were going to do the way for heaven."

"What's the point of practicing the way for heaven? Chairman Mao said that Water Margin is good for surrenderism, so we have to look at it critically. I think we should also criticize the way for heaven, right?"

"What to criticize?"

"Why do they practice the way of heaven? Who allows them to practice the way of heaven? So, they do not practice the way of heaven, but their own way. If you want to rob a family, you can rob a family. If you want to open a black shop, you can open a black shop. If you want to make a human meat bun, you can make a human meat bun. How can you do it? Eat a big bowl of meat and drink a big bowl, but you don't have to produce it. How can you eat so much meat and wine for them? In the final analysis, it's not just robbing other people's food... Yang Rui, what do you think?" Mao Qiming turned to ask Yang Rui.

"It's interesting." Yang Rui unexpectedly examined Mao Qiming. If this Hunan guy said it right, he wouldn't mention it, but he had a bit of independent thinking.

In China in 1984, there were not many students who could say "why". They were all reading politics, reading newspapers and magazines, but their thoughts were consistent.

To compare, although Dong Zhicheng has read many classic works, his ideas may not be affected much.

Yang Rui's thoughts flashed, he laughed in cooperation, and said, "Xiao Ming, do you say you are in a collusion, who is the wolf and who is the embarrassment?"

After being called Xiao Ming, Mao Qiming was shocked and smiled and said, "You are a wolf, I am a mess, this is definitely true!"

Dong Zhicheng couldn't bear to read and covered his face: "Mao Qiming, you guy...what do you like Yang Rui?"

Mao Qiming curled his lips: "What do you know? Yang Rui is a real wolf. The state-owned enterprise gave him 100,000 yuan and asked him to distribute it casually. Have you heard of it?"

"I heard it." Dong Zhicheng put down the book and coughed hard.

As a Peking University student, according to social tradition, he should have regarded money as dirt. Speaking of which, after graduating from Peking University, whether they join enterprises or ministries, five or ten years later, they are qualified to decide where they will go for hundreds of thousands or millions of yuan.

However, as a student who has not graduated, Dong Zhicheng really cannot regard money as dirt.

One hundred thousand pieces of dirt are really too much.

Mao Qiming put his hands on his waist and asked, "You said, can an ordinary wolf be given 100,000 yuan for a central enterprise and then allocate it at will?"

"This is really amazing." Dong Zhicheng admitted.

"You don't know that even more powerful is that our brother Rui is not only a fierce wolf, but also a good wolf!"

Now, Yang Rui also covered his face: "What kind of animal is a good wolf?"

"You are the good wolf!" Mao Qiming said: "Brother Rui, please wait a few days. When my misunderstanding comes to my mind, we can collude with each other."

Dong Zhicheng didn't hold his face tight and laughed out loud.

Yang Rui was also amused and crying.

"Yang Rui!" The dormitory door was knocked.

"Come in."

The counselor came in.

"Yang Rui, there is something to do, come out." Usually, the counselor said this to scare many people, but now he is kind and makes people feel at ease after hearing it.

Yang Rui went out, and Mao Qiming winked at Dong Zhicheng and said, "I saw it. Someone must have wanted Yang Rui to assign some of them to you."

The counselor and Yang Rui outside the door heard it. The counselor coughed heavily and said, "Let's go out and talk."

"Just go to the corner of the floor." Yang Rui didn't want to go too far.

"Uh... there are still people waiting downstairs."

"who?"

The counselor said a little embarrassedly: "It's a rich professor in our biology department."

Yang Rui suddenly remembered Professor Fu, an associate professor. When he first entered the school, a senior introduced him to Professor Fu. At that time, the senior wanted to bring him into Professor Fu's research group. However, young Professor Fu, who was in his 30s, may be considered young and promising at Peking University, but it was not within Yang Rui's consideration.

Facts have proved that Professor Tang Jiji is more in line with Yang Rui's needs. He has an independent laboratory and independent funding, which can protect Yang Rui, and he is not eager to succeed by any means like a young researcher. In addition to wishing to upgrade his laboratory to a national laboratory, Professor Tang Jiji is almost without desire.

If Yang Rui had entered Professor Fu's laboratory, not to mention that the funds could not be guaranteed, the papers he wrote would probably have to be named.

Unlike professors at the age of Tang Ji, researchers in their thirties who really do things like killing chickens and getting eggs. They are extremely eager to accumulate.

When doing research, Tang Ji did not have to go around and received nearly one million yuan in funding a year, so that his laboratory was qualified to apply for the first batch of national laboratories. The 30-year-old associate professor was a bit miserable. In fact, he was in the name of other professors' laboratories. He could only be said to be relatively independent, and the funds he applied for could not be used as long as he wanted, and he might have to contribute some to the above.

Therefore, Tang Ji only congratulated Yang Rui on obtaining funds for foreign trade in China's medical care, so Professor Fu wanted to talk about it.

Standing in the corridor, Yang Rui turned his mind and said, "I don't know Professor Fu."

"Will you meet me?"

? Rui smiled and said, "I'm afraid that meeting will be too expensive."

The counselor looked embarrassed: "Don't think about it all, Professor Fu is just to know you."

"Not today." Yang Rui shook his head.

The counselor had a strange expression and said, "Professor Fu has already arrived downstairs, so he has to meet him anyway."

After meeting, his work was completed.

"Instructor, sorry, I really have something to do." Yang Rui patted the counselor on the shoulder, returned to the dormitory without looking back, and locked the door.

There will be no conflict without meeting each other. If the status is comparable, Yang Rui will naturally not care about meeting each other, but an associate professor comes to chat with a student, and Yang Rui does not think he is willing to return without success.

To send the other party, you must give something. Yang Rui thinks it is better not to meet.

Mao Qiming, who was still in the dormitory, heard the sound of the door lock and asked strangely: "Are you finished speaking? What did the instructor ask you for?"

Yang Rui sat back on his seat and said, "Nothing business. By the way, does Xiao Ming have time to take you to see a few people in the afternoon."

"Who will meet when you have time?"

"Several of my high school classmates are also studying in Beijing." Yang Rui felt that after a semester of adaptation, the Ruixue Group seemed to be more active.

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Chapter completed!