Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Academician Xue Kang, who is 83 years old this year, feels that he is quite foreign.

He was also a foreigner. In 1919, the eighth year after the Revolution of 1911, the 17-year-old Xue Jiankang went to France to study in France, the country that was defeated in the First World War. Compared to Comrade Xiaoping who studied in France through a preparatory school in France. One year early.

France, which had just ended World War I, was devastated. One-quarter of the young men died in battle, one-third of the young men were disabled, and the remaining industrial workers went on strike every day. At that time, whether it was a trade union or The Communist International meeting and voting and voting are all very elaborate.

The lower the politics, the less serious and down-to-earth. Comrade Xue Jiankang liked to listen to the speeches of French street politicians at the time, and also liked to participate in various votes by ordinary workers.

Reduce working hours, yes!

Increase wages, yes!

Add safety equipment, yes!

How did you vote as a student? Yes!

It is very important to have some suspense when voting, otherwise, everyone's enthusiasm for participating in politics will be consumed.

It is when you support him, and when she supports him, the atmosphere is the warmest.

Liang Ce received a vote to comfort the old academician Xue Jiankang. Shaving his head is not decent, and there is no room to play. Although Xue Jiankang has to say something every time he sings a vote, but after all, he is old. , Thinking about words slowly, always not enough.

The suspense that was prepared a long time ago is more attractive.

Senior Academician Xue Jiankang thought so, and the next vote was even slower.

"Come on, let's take a look..." Old Academician Xue Jiankang sang words and moved slowly.

The people sitting in the front row clearly saw the hands of Academician Xue churn in the ballot box.

Liang Ce, who closed his eyes and waited for his death, waited for a long time, and couldn't help but open his eyes without waiting for a vote to end.

Jiang Tonghua didn't close his eyes, and looked at Academician Xue's hand stupidly.

I saw that Academician Xue looked like he was playing Tai Chi in the ballot box, turning around to the farthest point, turning his palm, turning again, taking a look, shaking his head, turning the palm of his hand back again, it was another round of Tai Chi. , Turn it back again...

10 seconds.

20 seconds.

Half a minute.

One minute.

Before Academician Xue's hand was taken out of the ballot box, not only the people in the front row, including Yang Rui and others sitting in the middle, were also staring at the hand of Academician Xue, unidentified, so they thought to themselves.

Suddenly, the Tai Chi movements of Academician Xue stopped.

I saw Academician Xue holding the reading glasses with his other hand, nodded and nodded, before showing a slight smile, saying: "Now it is the eighteenth vote, and the current vote ratio is 16 to one... If Yang Rui gets it again One vote, you win... um... let's take a look at the next vote...

Can Yang Rui be eligible to enter the committee in advance, eh...

Pity.

It was Comrade Jiang Ce who got the eighteenth vote. "Academician Xue Lao raised the ballot in his hand, circled both sides, and handed it to his assistant.

The assistant dropped his head to take it, took a look, turned around on the blackboard, and drew another stroke to Liang Ce, with a dull expression on his face.

"It's sixteen to two, let's see the next vote."

Academician Xue said, once again carrying out Tai Chi movements.

Half a minute.

One minute.

One and a half minutes.

"It's Liang Ce again. This vote is also for Liang Ce. Well, it's 16 to 3!"

"Liang Ce. Well, has it become more intense? It's 16 to 4!"

Academician Xue's voice became a little excited, but all the people below were dumbfounded.

The eighty-three-year-old academician peeped at the ballots on the spot and thought he hadn't been spotted!

An eighty-three-year-old academician is playing Tai Chi. You are neither surnamed Chen nor Yang nor a son-in-law. How fast can you be your own angular speed!

The eighty-three-year-old academician performs magic tricks. Did you do special training in the blind class?

"Let us see if there will be a miracle with the next vote." Academician Xue said to himself.

"A little look forward to it." Academician Xue said to himself.

"There is still hope of a comeback." Academician Xue said to himself.

"Well...Is there anymore? En...en...not...en..." Academician Xue said to himself.

One minute.

Two minutes.

three minutes.

"Yes!" Academician Xue was overjoyed, raised his head, and said: "Okay, let's look at the next vote. The twenty-first vote is for Liang Ce."

"Okay, it's 16 to 5." Academician Xue said happily: "Look, Comrade Liang Ce is still very promising!"

The expressions of everyone present were similar to those of Academician Xue's assistant.

Hold it back.

The eighty-three-year-old academician has sweated and worked hard for the Republic, and has made great contributions to the development of Chinese biology. He has dedicated all his youthful years. Does he have a hobby?

Only Liang Ce, his face pale as if he had lost excessive blood.

He is not happy at all, he is not excited at all!

Jiang Tonghua also has the urge to smash the blackboard. Everyone knows that he and Liang Ce are together, and countless people have seen him canvass for Liang Ce. As a result, it has been a long time since Academician Xue’s Tai Chi hands have been mixed up for a long time. Positive" character.

Jiang Tonghua promised that he didn't hit anyone because he was afraid of embarrassment, but because he was afraid that Xue Jiankang's old bones could not bear it.

"Look at the next vote, what kind of surprises will it give us?" Xue Jiankang on the stage was a little tired, leaning on the chairperson's table and talking with the microphone, even if it was vague, it could be heard.

His Tai Chi hands are slower, and he needs to pause to check the ticket longer.

And every time he looked at a ticket and then put it down, Liang Ce felt that a knife was stabbed in his chest.

"Surprisingly, you panda, do you really think that the ballot paper is deeper than the panda's pregnancy?" Liang Ce had nowhere to vent, and the chair crunched in his hands.

Xue Jiankang's Tai Chi hand picked up, put down, lifted up, put down, lifted up, and then direction... cyclically, like a chainsaw, it tore on Liang Ce's body.

Liang Ce was mixed with shame in his anger, incomprehension in shame, and pain in incomprehension.

Before, they planned to persuade 10 people to vote for themselves, and for this they also asked the Liang family to come forward.

But the current situation, let alone 10 votes, even Liang Ce and the others have not voted enough. Six members of the GMP committee, including Jiang Tonghua, are subject to the sanitation system. These six people have always been regarded as iron rods by Liang Ce. They may not be as iron as Jiang Tonghua, but they are also cast iron.

In other words, counting himself, Liang Ce should at least get 7 votes out of 33 votes. These 7 votes are 7 votes of his own, plus the 10 votes drawn to ensure Liang Ce's entry into the committee.

However, the hands of Academician Xue Lao have been mixed in the ballot box for a long time, and there is still only one word "zheng" on the blackboard.

Liang Ce only saw 5 votes in total.

Where did the remaining 2 votes go?

At this time, Liang Ce's eyes were red, and he was no longer looking at his vote, he was looking at the Liang Yan who betrayed him.

Xue Jiankang's hand was inserted in the ballot box, but it was not pulled out for a long time.

Scholars who have seen through the secrets are not in a hurry. Everyone is quietly waiting for Comrade Xue Jiankang's next vote, and occasionally a few people whisper to each other, but they are also surprised by the difference in the number of votes in the by-election.

"En...no..." Xue Jiankang suddenly sighed with regret.

Immediately afterwards, seeming to be worried that he would miss his mouth, he hurriedly said: "I mean my eyes are not good, and I can see, but I am a little unclear."

With that said, Xue Jiankang picked up a vote, stretched out to the front, and said: "The twenty-second vote, or, if you vote for Yang Rui, it means that Yang Rui was voted into the GMP committee. If you vote for Liang Ce, Liang Ce still has a chance."

"The twenty-second ticket, the one who got this vote is - Yang Rui!" Xue Jiankang started to clap his hands as soon as he finished his voice. The voice was a little low, which was probably a sequelae of too much Tai Chi Shou playing.

In the conference hall, there was more enthusiastic applause, 10% to Yang Rui, and 90% to Xue Jiankang.

Senior Academician Xue Jiankang said to the microphone, "Although it is a bit regretful, we still need to count the remaining votes. Of course, we first welcome Comrade Yang Rui to join the Pharmaceutical Production Quality Management Committee."

The audience's thunderous applause was accompanied by Father Xue Jiankang's quick voicing--compared to the previous one.

"One vote Yang Rui."

"One vote Yang Rui."

"For Yang Rui."

"It's weird~www.wuxiaspot.com~ it's still for Yang Rui."

"Two people didn't vote for me." Liang Ce stared at Xue Jiankang, who was presbyopic and farsighted, as if he was about to hit the ground with a heavy face.

Jiang Tonghua was frightened. For him, losing the support of two **** committee members meant even greater losses. The hegemony of the GMP committee he envisioned may have to be redesigned.

"Maybe I haven't sang it yet." Jiang Tonghua said something he didn't believe, trying to calm Liang Ce's anger.

Liang Cexiao didn't bother to laugh, and said stiffly: "After looking for four or five minutes, I couldn't find a ticket. Can I still sing?"

"Maybe……"

"Let's go to Dao Xi." Liang Ce didn't want to listen to Jiang Tonghua's fluke words anymore. He stood up, put his hands in his pockets, put on a nonchalant expression as much as possible, and strode towards Yang Rui.

Jiang Tonghua said "OK" worriedly, lowered his head to follow Liang Ce, and when he raised his head again, he saw an old face with wrinkles like bark.

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