Wen Xiaoman hopes that the train will go slower and slower.

However, the train from Pingjiang to Beijing arrived on time.

Wen Xiaoman said goodbye to Yang Rui reluctantly and asked, "When will you sign up for school?"

"It'll take about ten days." Yang Rui took back the things on the table one by one into his backpacks. There were crowds of people outside, and he was not in a hurry to get off the car.

Wen Xiaoman flashed his eyes and said, "Then if you don't report, where will you live?"

“Hotel.”

“Which guesthouse?”

"Xiaoman...it's time to leave." Ma Lihua was dissatisfied and called out to her daughter.

Wen Xiaoman stomped his feet, returned to his parents, waved to Yang Rui while walking, and said goodbye: "I'm leaving, remember, I'm in the second year of junior high school of the Central Conservatory of Music, Wen Xiaoman, next year will be the first year of high school!"

"Remember." Yang Rui smiled and waved to her, thinking that Wen Xiaoman was a very interesting little girl. He looked like a girl from later generations. He had a little more obedient, which was rare.

Wen Xiaoman continued to wave reluctantly until he could not see anyone.

Wen Si also left the unit and phone number to Yang Rui, asking him to send manuscripts when he had time. In his opinion, since Yang Rui could be admitted to Peking University, it would not be incredible to buy things with the royalties. Instead, it can better illustrate the quality of his manuscripts. As an editor of Beijing Daily, Wen Si was almost an instinct to collect manuscripts.

After almost everyone in the carriage left, Yang Rui just carried his backpack, picked up the trolley case, and slowly got off the train.

In other words, the soft sleeper carriage is treated like this. In the hard seat carriage, any attempt to act handsome will be squeezed and deformed by the surging crowd. Even if the handsome person himself is not squeezed out, the guy who is squeezed out next to him will be covered with him.

A minute later, Yang Rui stepped on the hard land, shook his body, and then looked up at the vast crowd ahead and the magnificent back of the railway station.

Beijing!

As the capital, it has gathered the dreams of countless Chinese people, whether it is art, culture, politics, economy, and scientific research. In the past few years, Beijing has been selecting the best from all over the country.

For Yang Rui, Beijing was also the scientific research holy place he yearned for.

It is not a holy place. When a mountain-like banknote hits Beijing, a golden halo will naturally appear here.

Scientific research is all made of money.

In a national key laboratory, instruments often cost 60 to 80 million yuan, and to produce results, scientific research funds must also be the same. In addition, infrastructure costs and the costs of dozens of scientific researchers, 200 million yuan will be invested, so it can only last for a few years.

In 2014, the annual scientific research funding of Tsinghua and Peking University alone cost as much as 7 billion yuan. Although there are also funding from the municipal government, most of the funds are all allocated by the state. If so much money is thrown to any school, it is a scientific research holy site. The investment year after year is equivalent to ten, twenty, and thirty seven billion yuan.

In Beijing, schools with a funding of more than 1 billion yuan include Beijing Institute of Technology and Beijing University of Aeronautics and Astronautics...

Yang Rui also fantasized about a scientific research life of 500,000 yuan for his teacher, but failed.

Now, he came to Beijing with millions of dollars.

The million US dollars in 1983 were enough to establish a national key laboratory.

Of course, this is based on the current low standards and low research funding. Until 30 years later, the research funding of Chinese teachers and teachers still did not catch up with foreign countries, let alone 1983.

"Beijing! I'm here!" Just as Yang Rui was trying to express some emotion, a man jumped onto a bench not far behind him, did it for him in a voice that was ten times larger.

While everyone was looking at him with various eyes, the man raised his fist without blushing, swung his fist hard in the air, and shouted again: "I'll come! I see you! I conquer!"

His arms are strong and tall, and the belt around his waist is floating in the wind.

Come on.

Swipe away.

Yang Rui's eyes stared at the red belt, feeling humorous inexplicably.

There was no applause, no laughter, and no discussion.

The onlookers stayed for half a minute, and saw that the man on the bench was still in the same position, they dispersed silently.

The man kept his fists for a longer time before he put away his fists, jumped off the bench dejectedly, and sighed: "It's not easy to get involved in Beijing."

When Yang Rui heard this, he twitched his lips twice, lowered his head, placed the trolley box, and quietly moved forward, ready to leave the station.

"Student, do you think my actions just now have momentum? Are you talking well?" The man who had just performed performance art saw Yang Rui at a glance and chased after him.

It is impossible to see Yang Rui. At the current train station, men are either wearing green military uniforms or gray cloth clothes. The white and gray-white qualities shirts look very special. Yang Rui wears a yellow and blue Adidas purchased by Hong Kong, and is wearing navy jogging shoes on his feet, which is as bright as a light bulb.

The other party obviously felt that people with outfits like Yang Rui would definitely be able to understand him.

Yang Rui looked at him up and down.

Sweat-stained shirt, high-waisted trousers, round-toed leather shoes, and a red rope used as a belt.

Although people cannot be judged by their appearance, the appearance of this man with big nose and small eyes is really impressive.

Yang Rui paused for a moment and said seriously: "Your sentence just now is not suitable for slogans, it is not loud."

"You may not know, that is a famous quote. Oh, I think you are quite educated, so I asked you. I blame me, Lao Qin. I think everyone who comes to Beijing is quite knowledgeable, but who knows that I don't even understand famous quotes." Hong Trouser Lace was anxious and annoyed, and more of self-reproach.

Yang Rui's mouth twitched twice, kicked the trolley box in a slant, and continued to move forward.

"Let me tell you this." Old Qin carried a big bag on his shoulder and still chasing him steadily, saying in a teaching-like tone: "I come and see that I conquer me. Do you know Caesar? The most powerful king in Rome. Does Rome know? Italy is amazing in ancient times, just like our Tang Dynasty..."

Yang Rui was originally a joke, but when he heard the "Tang Dynasty", he couldn't help but smile.

Lao Qin kept looking at him, and when he saw the corners of his mouth curled up, he immediately asked, "Why are you laughing at?"

"We used to compare the Qin Dynasty and Rome, and the time was similar. Compared with the Tang Dynasty, it was actually good, and they were all very powerful dynasties." Yang Rui explained to avoid this person from making trouble again.

Old Qin laughed twice, pointed at Yang Rui with his empty finger, and said with a smile: "Okay, I know Rome, I also know the Qin Dynasty. I am right, and I am more similar to the Qin Dynasty. However, although I know, I can't say that. Do you know why?"

"Because your surname is Qin." Yang Rui was a little annoyed by the pursuit and said sarcastically.

But Lao Qin slapped his thigh with a "ah" and praised: "Awesome! Awesome! How do you know?"

His voice was too loud, almost causing onlookers.

Yang Rui was stunned. He was really sarcastic, so how could he think of it? This is the answer.

"Let's talk about it, let's talk about it." Lao Qin felt like he was finding a soulmate.

Yang Rui was a little annoyed by his trouble and sighed, "I came to see me conquering me. The word "Zheng" is only with a nasal sound, which is not loud enough, so it is not suitable for use in speeches. I don't know what the Latin letters are like. When Caesar said this, he wrote in a letter, not said it."

"What's the nasal sound? What does it mean?" Old Qin was fainted by Yang Rui's joke.

"In Chinese, the loudest words are words with nasal sounds, such as 'chong', 'up', 'win', 'win' and so on. The initial consonants are g. The more you pay attention to the intensity of the speech, the more you need to use these words with nasal sounds, so that they can be powerful and louder. When I come to see you, you can only open an accent, and you can speak it step by step. It is used as a slogan alone, and it is thin..." Yang Rui dragged the box while shaking out a string of words to speak the truth.

Lao Qin is in his thirties and has never even learned pinyin. He didn't know this. He thought about it carefully and was shocked.

Yang Rui smiled and quickly pulled the box away.

Lao Qin restarted from behind, but stared at a bright yellow color in front of him and chased after him.

When they arrived at the exit, Yang Rui unexpectedly saw Tu Xian holding the sign "Yang Rui of Xibao Middle School".

Yang Rui came out more than ten days in advance to want to have a good time in the old Beijing city, so he didn't even tell Shi Gui who was in front of the station. However, Tu Xian was an exception. After returning to Beijing Iron and Steel Academy, he had been in correspondence with Yang Rui. Yang Rui also asked about the situation in Beijing and told him when he entered Beijing.

But unexpectedly, Tu Xian actually ran to the station entrance to pick him up.

This is also because Yang Rui was not used to interpersonal relationships in the 1980s. Now is the era when he is relying on his parents to go out at home. Not to mention that Yang Rui half-teacher and half-girl made a paper for Tu Xian, it would be normal for friends who are ordinary relationships to take on the station and take in the accommodation.

"Yang Rui, here." Tu Xian waved at the station entrance wearing a blue cloth shirt.

"Old Tu, why are you here?" Yang Rui pulled the box out of the station.

"Can I not come? You have no relatives in Beijing, so I am your old friend. The place to live has not been decided yet? Let's live in my place. It's very convenient to go to the cafeteria at the school dormitory and eat." Tu Xian warmly invited.

Yang Rui hesitated for a moment and said, "I am going to find a place to live in front of Peking University and set up a laboratory."

"Our school is not far from Peking University, and the bus will arrive in 20 or 30 minutes." Tu Xian said with the previous sentence, turning his head and becoming surprised: "What other laboratory do you want to set up?"

"I was in the laboratory of Westborough Middle School, didn't I say I wanted to move over? I've all come, so of course the laboratory has to be built."

"When you come, the laboratory will come?" Tu Xian couldn't keep up with the rhythm at all.

Yang Rui said naturally: "I'm all here. If the laboratory doesn't come with me, isn't it a waste?"

"No one else uses it?"

"Of course, I will definitely use my lab." Unlike companies that make money, there are no ideas about private construction laboratories in China. In fact, laboratories that can make money are rare. In terms of the market in the 1980s, unless technology that can be exchanged for money immediately, any technology that has been accumulated will not calculate the value.

When Yang Rui was in middle school, he didn't know much about the times and didn't dare to show off. However, after he arrived in Beijing, his ideas changed a little.

Because there is no father of a local emperor in Beijing, he has to clarify the ownership relationship of the laboratory. Although it is not to be publicized, it is unnecessary to conceal it.

Tu Xian was still like when he was in Xibao Middle School, and he couldn't figure out whether Yang Rui's laboratory was of nature. However, he remembered the instruments in Yang Rui's laboratory clearly and asked: "Have you chosen the right place? Who set up a laboratory for you?"

"I didn't choose, I'll set it up myself."

"Okay, I'll ask for leave in the afternoon, I'll help you." Tu Xian patted his chest and said, "I don't have any other skills. I've stayed in the laboratory for four. I'll help you with it and I will never make any mistakes."

Tu Xian stayed in a laboratory while studying. After being assigned to Beijing Iron and Steel College, the Iron and Steel College was built on a large scale. The Chemical Institute where he was originally located built two new laboratories. Now he is preparing for the Department of Biology, which is also accompanied by a new provincial key laboratory. It can be said that he is experienced.

Because the Beijing government is rich, the specifications of provincial laboratories in Beijing are quite high. Tu Xian has participated in the preparation of the biology department, and this experience is very difficult.

Yang Rui's eyes lit up and he asked, "How can you build a laboratory?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then okay, follow me and help me."

"no problem."

"I'll introduce two more people to you." Yang Rui's eyes rolled, looking up and down at Tu Xian, thinking about his thoughts...
Chapter completed!