Li Xin tried his best to interpret the data deviation as an experimental phenomenon in the letter.

Dad Li looked behind him and said, "Another sentence, I will say that the letter cannot be explained clearly. I hope to discuss it in person. I will send the letter tomorrow, so you can go to Wuhan with Xiao Deng."

Journal of "Organic Chemistry Bulletin" in Wuhan.

Li Xin looked tired and said, "Isn't it even more difficult to explain in person?"

"I can't explain clearly if Xiao Deng brings two thousand yuan, and I can't explain clearly, I can't do anything about it." Dad Li then said: "Contain the impact to the minimum. If it really doesn't work, just drag it. It will take as long as you can, and then slowly find a way out in the future."

Li Xin was dissatisfied with this result and said wailingly: "You can't ask two friends to say hello?"

"Your father, I am the director, not the prime minister, so who should I say hello to? Besides, I am so embarrassed to speak up just what you did." Li's father actually found someone, but as he said, it is really difficult to find someone to solve such a thing. Because Wei Zhenxue's paper has been published in foreign journals, and the journal also notified the East China Textile Engineering Institute. If these two companies fail to act, it would be equivalent to burying a time bomb for themselves. In the final analysis, the news has spread and there is no time to suppress it.

Li Xin blushed when his father said: "I was in a hurry to graduate at that time. I had been doing the experiment for three months, but I couldn't do it no matter how I was. When I was confused, I guessed a few numbers. Everyone else did this..."

"Others are not caught, you are caught. This is the biggest difference." Li's father tried it briefly and continued: "Don't think about getting through the test easily. You should find a way to make the journal handle it lighter. As long as you don't publish the publication, everything is easy to say. Go to Wuhan, go to Shanghai and find a school to explain it."

"I understand." Li Xin was weak.

Father Li sighed and said, "I'll find someone to accompany you to Shanghai. You don't have to worry too much."

Li Xin then felt a little relaxed and asked again: "Did you find out what you are saying about? Is someone behind my back?"

"I used to be from the Institute of Media Science, but now I'm doing research in a Hong Kong company. I'm from Hedong and I have no connection with you." Li's father also received public information.

When he heard the word Hedong, Li Xin, who was already suspicious, looked at him and asked, "Where is from Hedong?"

"South city."

"Nanhu City?"

"It seems that you know each other?" Li's father frowned.

Li Xin nodded slightly and said, "The last time he went to Vice President Jing's house to meet her daughter, there was a guest in their family who was from Nanhu City, Hedong Province, a student from Peking University. I have met several times."

"Have you offended someone?" Li's father easily heard the subtext.

"I originally wanted to teach him a lesson, but they knew people from the Higher Education Department." Li Xin stopped hiding it, first told Meng Liang's situation, and then said: "I think it must be him who bribed Wei Zhenxue and slandered me. I can't spare him."

Father Li touched his chin, but fell into deep thought.

"Dad, it must be him, he didn't run away." Li Xin thought that he had found the crux of the problem and wanted his father to prescribe the right medicine.

But Li's father thought for a long time and shook his head and said, "Even if someone messes with you, what can you do with this method?"

Li Xin was stunned: "He is framed."

"What did you frame you? Did someone frame you for falsifying your paper?" Li's father was actually very angry. The road he designed for his son was likely to be broken.

Li Xin had no choice: "Then I'll go to Wuhan?"

"Go quickly and talk to others. If your father doesn't need to have any relationship, you just rely on yourself." Li's father took his hands behind his back and went back to the bedroom.

Li Xin wandered for a while, stuffed a few pieces of clothes into his bag, and went downstairs and left.

Li's father stood behind the screen window, watched his son's back disappear, and lit a cigarette.

He actually wanted to help, but as he said, there were very few facts that he could do in such things.

As the saying goes, I don’t know that the officials are young until Beijing. The director is actually a high-ranking official in Beijing, but compared with local officials at the same level, department-level cadres are indeed weak.

After all, a provincial department-level cadre, especially a department-level cadre with real power, can be written down in one page. There are often thousands of people and things managed below. However, correspondingly, a department-level cadre of a ministry and commission can only manage one office, with fewer contacts and fewer rights in hand, fewer resources for exchange, fewer relationships that can be used.

Of course, most importantly, Li's father has almost nothing to do with the academic community.

He knew several professors and read Li Xin's paper through relationships. The result was that the falsified conclusion could not be overturned.

Academics are very stubborn things, especially papers in science and engineering. If they are faked, they are faked and cannot be overturned with just a few words. If they are explored with long-term discussions, it will naturally be of no help to Li Xin.

In the final analysis, Li's father was helpless.

"It really doesn't work, let's talk to Jing Cuncheng?" Li's father had just started to think of it and he slammed it himself. It was not done by Jing Cuncheng, and if he couldn't do it well, he would have to owe him favors. On the other hand, fraud is a decisive case. Now what we should consider is the aftermath issue. At this time, Jing Cuncheng can't help.

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Wei Zhenxue's paper was published smoothly. Wei Zhenxue was overjoyed and was very energetic in the laboratory.

Yang Rui also received a letter from a paper published by a minor reviewer. Mao Qiming helped him promote it all over the college. Although he had not seen any journals or single-books this time, there were more people who knew about it.

In other words, this is the story of nine cakes being full. The first eight cakes are used to suffice the belly. Only by eating the ninth cake can you feel full.

The style of dormitory 203 seems to have improved suddenly.

"Where is Yang Rui? I have some questions to discuss with him." The boy wearing a plaid shirt knocked on the door and said something similar to the people in front of him.

Dong Zhicheng, who lies in bed to read books every day, also changed from being curious at the beginning to being bored: "I'm not here, I'm out."

"When will you come back?"

"I can't say it."

"Let's come back tonight."

"Obviously, maybe it's possible to sleep in the lab."

"Then I'll come back tonight."

"It's not necessarily back."

"It's okay, it doesn't take time to come and see it. By the way, I'll leave my question behind. When he comes, he can take a look first to make it easier to chat at night." The boy in the plaid shirt said, leaving a homework book.

Dong Zhicheng looked at it and shouted helplessly: "Old Mao, Mao Qiming, where is the man."

Mao Qiming ran in from the dormitory next door and shouted: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"I came to discuss the issue with Yang Rui. I also left a notebook. Please put it away for Yang Rui." After saying that, Dong Zhicheng crawled back and picked up the famous works with a large number. This time, he read the original works, although he still needed a larger number of dictionaries around him.

Mao Qiming picked up the homework book left by the plaid boy, flipped it over, threw it on Yang Rui's desk, and said, "It's the third book, it feels like a Chinese dormitory."

"What's wrong with the Chinese dormitory?" Hou Bing turned over and looked down with sleepy eyes.

"The Chinese Department's dormitory talks about literature and poetry every day. The notebooks are exchanged. Oh, why are you still sleeping?"

"Think, think." Hou Bing rolled the quilt and said, "Mathematics is thinking, and it doesn't matter where the position is."

After a while, a gentle snoring came from under the quilt.

In the evening, Yang Rui returned to the 203 dormitory, and nearly ten people were stuffed into the room.

"Yang Rui, I read your paper and I happened to have an idea." The people in the dormitory were chatting happily. When they saw Yang Rui, several of them stood up.

Yang Rui opened his mouth and walked in obediently and asked, "What's your thought?"

A small science salon was forced to begin…

In the next two days, more people participated, which was also the traditional life of the 1980s. For some reason, everyone gathered together, talked about everything and bragged nonsense. Most of the reasons were literary. Occasionally, when meeting science gatherings, they became more concentrated.

Fortunately, there is no need for Yang Rui to organize such a salon, let alone manage it. In addition to the topic surrounding him in the first two days, everyone quickly created more things, just using the 203 dormitory as a base.

Not only are students from our school participating in such salons, but students from other schools or social people can also come to the dormitory to chat. Anyway, the dormitory area is not closed and there is no power outage. As long as someone takes it in, you can talk about how late you want.

Yang Rui quickly adapted to this atmosphere. Sometimes he chatted late, went to bed during discussions, or simply went to another dormitory to sleep. Nowadays, people are not so particular, so it is normal to change dormitory or beds randomly.

Of course, you often encounter accidents when doing this.

For example, the person who was drunk in front of his dormitory and had a white hair all night drunk, but he didn't necessarily find him.

Li Xin, who had just returned from Shanghai, found the 203 dormitory and drank for a long time, but he didn't see Yang Rui at all.

When he woke up the next day, he saw Yang Rui coming back from outside, Li Xin suddenly felt crazy.

"Where are you going in the dormitory?" Li Xin's first question went off topic.

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Chapter completed!