"Did you see Yang Rui?"

"Did you see?"

"No one is particularly young!"

The reporters stretched their necks and stared at the returning scholars. More than half of them had never seen Yang Rui's appearance, and they could only speculate based on their age that some people once regarded the leader Zhang Hongjun as Yang Rui.

Zhang Hongjun was so scared that he thought that the story was revealed. A reporter interviewed him and his legs were trembling.

However, as he walked, Zhang Hongjun got used to it, because as long as he was familiar with one skill, he could be smooth:

"I'm not Yang Rui, I'm the team leader Zhang Hongjun."

Zhang Hongjun kept repeating this passage.

The reporters who came here today were all very purposeful. When they heard Zhang Hongjun say this, they immediately ignored him.

Zhang Hongjun was puzzled and a little envious and jealous, and said to himself: "You Yang Rui borrowed my luck. If I hadn't helped you find a reporter, would you have today? I made you famous, you were actually ungrateful to me like this!

He would not think about what his purpose was, or what losses would Yang Rui suffer from it.

Zhang Hongjun just knew that he had suffered a huge loss. Returning 10,000 US dollars back was Zhang Hongjun's biggest regret. He was worried that Garnika would be dissatisfied and even stuffed back the more than 100 US dollars he saved. Now, when returning to China, Zhang Hongjun couldn't help but think: If I had 10,000 US dollars in my hand, what would I be afraid of? Even if I fired me and punished me, I wouldn't be afraid!

Unfortunately, Zhang Hongjun did not have ten thousand dollars in his hand.

Therefore, Zhang Hongjun could only look at the media reporters on both sides, excitedly searching for Yang Rui, talking about Yang Rui, asking Yang Rui, and answering the same sentence thousands of times:

"I'm not Yang Rui, I'm the team leader Zhang Hongjun."

"Are you Zhang Hongjun?" Two strong men stood at the entrance of the corridor, clamping Zhang Hongjun from left to right.

Zhang Hongjun replied without thinking: "I am not Yang Rui, I am the leader Zhang Hongjun."

"It's Zhang Hongjun." The two nodded, picked up Zhang Hongjun and left.

Zhang Hongjun's feet left the ground and stepped on the air for a few times. The frightened bird's hair stood up, making the underwear hurt.

A piece of textile of mysterious origin was stuffed into his mouth before he shouted.

Zhang Hongjun used all his strength, and his veins swelled up, but he didn't struggle. He could only turn his head and kick his legs desperately and look at the men on both sides.

"Live more, we belong to the Commission for Discipline Inspection." The man on the right pushed Zhang Hongjun's face back and said, "Let's ask you some questions."

Zhang Hongjun kicked it even more powerfully.

The man on the left smiled: "I just said, you can't scare people like this. Look at me."

The man on the left smiled and said to Zhang Hongjun: "Look, we were not going to come to the airport today, but no one expected that there were so many reporters coming to greet your delegation, which means that your leader Zhang Hongjun did a good job in his work. However, our leader was worried that you would talk nonsense and cause bad effects, so let us protect you first, which is also responsible for you. Do you think you are a party member and you should understand this principle. Come, relax your body, let us land, go by yourself, relax, let us also relax, okay?"

After saying that, the two gently put Zhang Hongjun down a little.

Zhang Hongjun's feet fell to the ground, and without hesitation, he rushed desperately - his arms on both sides pulled him back.

"Okay, let's do it." The man on the left also gave up and continued to carry Zhang Hongjun out.

The crowd behind suddenly burst into chaotic cheers.

Zhang Hongjun turned his head desperately and turned his head desperately. He only saw Yang Rui walking out of the corridor in a handsome suit, with a warm and friendly smile on his face.

"Yang Rui!"

"Yang Rui——"

"Mr. Yang Rui!"

The reporters shouted and pressed the shutter. The crackling sound was too dense to be overshadowed by the sound of the crowd.

Zhang Hongjun stared at this scene blankly until he was stuffed into the car.

"Yang Rui, I am Jia Xin, a reporter from Xinhua News Agency. Do you know that you have been continuously reported by American newspapers?" With the tag on your chest, CCTV reporters took the lead.

Yang Rui actually expected it, otherwise he would not have tried his best to do any exclusive interviews.

However, the sea of ​​people in front of him still made Yang Rui frightened, and a thought surged in his heart: water can carry a boat and can also overturn it.

There are many scholars who rely on the media, such as Hawking, who is often mentioned and even when he hears, he feels that he has a ball of ears. This gentleman is naturally a top second-level scholar, but his reputation and the attention and funding he has obtained from it are far superior to second-level scholars, and even better than many first-level scholars.

There are naturally more scholars who are lifted up and fell down by the media. For example, South Korea's Hwang Woo-seok, a former Korean national treasure scholar, is known as the national hero and is called the father of Cron. Once he gets blamed, he will be immediately trampled to be a national shame.

China in the 1980s was very similar to South Korea after 2000 in Yang Rui’s senses. The power of the media was extremely huge. It was easy to make a person famous and easily step on someone to death. There was no reason to say.

In just ten years, there were countless celebrities in China, and there were also many celebrities who were trampled to death. The eight kings of Wenzhou, who produced wires, screws, or printed catalogs, became famous throughout the country in 1982 and were inauspicious. Bu Xinsheng was listed as a typical example by the central government in 1983. Ministerial officials had to queue up if they wanted to hear a report, but they almost died of poverty and illness.

Yang Rui looked at hundreds of reporters and the onlookers who were several times more likely to be feared.

He was not nervous. In his days as a tutor, Yang Rui had long been used to talking in front of everyone.

Yang Rui is just afraid of the future shaped by the media and the media.

"Hello Comrade Jia Xin, Hello everyone." Yang Rui had no intention of being arrogant at all. Instead, he bent down to give a microphone in the hands of a Xinhua News Agency reporter who was less than 1.6 meters tall.

An ugly ghost lowers his head and only scares silly beauties. With Yang Rui's handsomeness and the halo behind him, this attitude makes people feel very happy.

Comrade Jia Xin, whose name was remembered, also had a smile on his face and explained to Yang Rui: "Hello Comrade Yang Rui, we are very happy that you have won glory for China in the United States. The reporters present come from different media, and everyone wants to hear you talk about your experience in the United States."

"Oh, okay, that, otherwise, let's go to the middle of the hall, sit down and agree to block the door, which is a hindrance." Yang Rui said, dragging his suitcase to the middle of the pick-up hall. There was actually no one behind him, but Yang Rui needed some time to sort out his ideas. He thought that he might receive news in China, but the current scene was obviously inconsistent with his preparation.

In fact, Yang Rui did not consider this long-term. When he was in China, he was thinking about how to get a speech at an international conference and how to confirm the rights of PCR.

Walking slowly to the center of the hall, Yang Rui tidied up his clothes, looked around for a while, and smiled and said, "Many people, what should I say?"

"How about one problem for each of us?" Someone spontaneously organized it.

The reporters agreed and then started queuing.

Yang Rui complained in his heart: At least hundreds of people, each person has a question about the year of the monkey and the month of the horse?

However, facing the uncrowned kings, Yang Rui decided to be more well-behaved.

If he really won the Nobel Prize, more than a hundred reporters would just be a native of the country, just treat it as a game of the Three Kingdoms. Look at the few people who won the Nobel Prize in China, especially Yang Zhenning and Li Zhengdao, who won the Nobel Prize in Natural Sciences, there is almost no media that would slander it. If another person talks about the setting sun, he will be scolded as ****.

Domestic journalists only look at awards but not results. Their level is lower than that of leaders. Yang Rui quietly waited for others to line up and then asked one by one.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Rui selected a batch of WeChat chicken soup from his mind, especially various quotations.

Unlike Americans who like to listen to stories, Chinese people seem to like to listen to summary more.

When the spiritual chicken soup arrives in China, it is basically boiled into a summary chicken soup, just like a pot of chicken soup that is enough for a family to eat, and is boiled into a bowl of chicken soup that is enough for a family to eat.

However, China in the 1980s lacked meat, so a little greasy chicken soup might be more popular.

Yang Rui was thinking for a while, and then he saw that the reporters were about to stop and started asking questions.

At the beginning, there was a question that was not nutritious. After Yang Rui briefly explained his work in the United States, the reporters' questions began to erratic.

I heard a reporter ask: "Mr. Yang Rui, how did you achieve your current achievements at the age of 20."

Yang Rui suspected that this was a trap. When facing the Chinese media, no one dared to say that they had achieved anything before they died.

Regardless of the other party's purpose, Yang Rui immediately prepared his spirits, opened various quotes in his mind, and found a similar answer: "'People are forced out!' Everyone has potential. As the saying goes, born from suffering, dying from happiness, facing pressure correctly, you will gain more strength..."

The reporters were a little stunned when they heard this. The taste of this sentence is a bit strange. Is it a specialty language brought back by the United States?

Without waiting for others to recall, the next reporter couldn't wait to ask: "Mr. Yang Rui, I read your interview and said it very beautifully. Well, your answer is also great now. Did you learn this from school? Will Peking University teach you how to deal with the media?"

Yang Rui instinctively believes that it is still a trap. If such questions and answers continue, will it be necessary to enter the endless educational commentary session?

Yang Rui kept a gentle smile and quickly drafted an answer: "I learned a lot from school. The most important thing is: life, there is no rehearsal, every moment is live broadcast!"

Yang Rui said affectionately: "Because of this, we cherish every opportunity, whether it is to do study, exam, experiment, or participate in exclusive interviews or be interviewed by the media... it is like this."

His last sentence got some smiles, and at the same time it made more reporters confused.

If he says he doesn't express his meaning, it's definitely not, but if he says he's perfect, it's definitely not.

The reporters couldn't tell what was wrong with Yang Rui's answer, or whether it was good or not. In short, they got the answer and caught up with the craze.

In the atmosphere where you urged me to dare, Yang Rui poured out dozens of bowls of chicken soup in one breath, filling everyone with fullness before leaving.

Only a group of reporters were left in the hall, with strange communication on their faces:

"How do you write this report?"

"I feel that it's pretty good, but it's not very coherent."

"I think it's too much, otherwise, let's write a series of reports?"

"You are stupid, how many media outlets are here? Before you can write your series of reports to the second article, all the content is used up. Do you believe it?"

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Chapter completed!