Chapter 325

"Our magazine's internal opinions, or hope to eliminate the influence... Come on, don't patronize the talk, drink, drink more, researcher Wei..." Zhong An, editor in chief of organic chemistry bulletin, stood in the box of Beijing Hotel, and vigorously advised Wei zhenxue to drink.

This time, Zhong An entertained Wei zhenxue, trying to attack him with sugar coated shells.

Wei zhenxue said with a smile, "I don't know how to eliminate the influence. You can do whatever you like. It doesn't affect my publishing. I have to say in advance that the conclusion of the paper in your journal is different from that of my paper. I have to redo his experiment before I have my paper. I have to explain in the paper... "

"So." Zhong An, the editor in chief, drank the wine, poured it and asked, "which journal is your paper published in? Or I'll ask for you, write less contrast, and make sure you can publish it. "

Wei zhenxue said: "it's in the biochemistry system ecology."

"Biochemical system ecology?"

"Biochemistry..." Wei zhenxue drags an English sentence. His thesis is translated by Yang Rui, but he is also studying hard. Academic English is not so difficult.

The chief editor stopped pouring wine, and said in surprise, "is it the biochemical ecosystem book of the United States?"

"Yes." Wei zhenxue happily said: "after I redone Li Xin's paper, I found that I can write more, and I can write a good paper, so I found someone to translate it into English. I didn't expect that after I sent it out, people agreed to publish it. I was lucky..."

"It's not luck, it's strength." Zhong An smiles reluctantly, but he can't influence foreign journals.

"There is some strength and luck." Wei zhenxue laughs.

Zhong An can only follow his meaning to continue to compliment: "it's mainly strength. Without strength, we can't go to foreign journals. Foreigners are biased against us Chinese. Some good articles are sent abroad, but they can't go to foreign journals. Researcher Wei is powerful and powerful."

"Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, that's a bit powerful." Wei zhenxue suddenly entered the stage of boasting: "when I was writing this paper, I wanted to use other people's results, but I couldn't do it any more. There were a few data, how could they be regarded as inappropriate? Originally, fooling would be over. I'm a real person, so I pushed it forward, and the result is like this now. However, ah, I'm a fool. It's very easy for such a paper to be transformed and published in foreign journals. Moreover, ah, I wrote another one on this basis, cuddling grass and beating rabbits. I'm about to publish it again. "

"You have two papers at one time, both of which are published in foreign journals?" Zhong An is a little awed.

Wei zhenxue laughed again and said, "yes. That's great. "

Zhong An's solemnity disappeared in an instant. He raised his thumb and even said, "it's terrible." he felt like he was trying to coax the child.

Until they get drunk, Zhong An doesn't find a way to eliminate the influence.

Back at the guest house, Zhong An called the periodical office and reported the situation to the editor in chief. He said, "the man who wrote the paper is a little outgoing. I'm afraid that even if he had to change the paper, he would be known to all. Then we will be more passive. "

"Did you see the paper? What's the level? "

"I found an acquaintance of the organic research institute to read it, and the evaluation was relatively high. I think it's a good paper that can be published in foreign journals, and the data and experiments in it are reasonable and clear. Even if it needs to be changed, it's more complicated."

"Well."

"Otherwise, if we cancel Li Xin's paper internally, and then don't mention Wei zhenxue's paper, we won't be noticed."

"If no one noticed, how was it discovered this time? Forget it, or cancel it in the newspaper. It's arranged in this issue. I'll explain it to Director Huang. What's the name of the original author of that fake paper

"Li Xin, a graduate student of East China Textile Institute, has graduated."

"Then inform the school, and then let the school inform the students to see what they have to say. If there is a reasonable explanation for the publication of our journal, it's not our fault."

Zhong An nodded and said, "when I left the society, I had people send letters. Now it should be time."

Neither of them paid attention to Li Xin. A periodical office is a periodical office. It reviews and publishes periodicals. Postgraduates and doctoral students send letters to each issue, but it seems that they are caught for counterfeiting. In the past two years, there has been one. It can be said that the journal itself is also popular.

Of course, Li Xin himself is very angry.

He rushed to the post office, got the telegram from the school, and then in doubt for another day, got the express.In recent years, students have to transfer organizational files from school to work units. If they change units, they usually need to continue to transfer organizational files. Through this vein, the life trajectory of ordinary people will be determined.

After Li Xin graduated from school, he was assigned to work in China silk. The school received the letter from the periodical agency, transferred the letter without hesitation, and sent an urgent telegram.

Tearing open the express, seeing the contents, Li Xin, who was expecting something good, suddenly turned green.

Falsification of papers may be common, but falsification of proven papers is not.

And the results can be dangerous.

Li Xin went back to the dormitory, looking at the two pages of writing paper in front of him in a daze.

Fake! Of course, he made a fake, as the letter says.

As the letter said, Li Xin saw a glimmer of hope again, and the editor in chief of the journal asked for his explanation.

Li Xin knows that the hope is extremely slim, because only the content of the letter can explain something. In addition, Li Xin knows that he is indeed a fraud, which makes it very difficult to prove his innocence.

However, no matter how hopeless the hope is, we have to try. Li Xin is not willing to wait for death.

But Li Xin didn't know what to do.

"Write a reply first?" Li Xin thought so, picked up a pen, but could not drop a word.

If it's wrong, it's evidence.

You should first ask the journal for the manuscript of the paper they said. Li Xin thought so, and worried that it was too late.

"Dong Dong!"

"Li Xin, I'm Meng Liang. I see you come back." Meng Liang's loud voice began to ring outside the door, accompanied by the sound of beating the door.

Li Xin took a breath of boredom and roared, "something's up today."

"You were busy yesterday, two days ago, and I was busy too." Meng Liang has been looking for Li Xin these days.

"I'm really busy." Li Xin opens the door helplessly.

"I know, I know." Meng Liang drank some wine and came in a bit drunk. He leaned against the wall and said, "the notice of criticism is up. Do you know?"

"Channel criticism?"

"My circular criticism." Meng Liang glared at Hong Tong's eyes and said, "you know everything in the library and the school. Ha ha, you don't know."

Li Xin, still holding the letter in his hand, said: "I have my own troubles, too."

"My trouble is for you." Meng Liang stumbled into the room, lying on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling, repeated: "my business is caused by you, you caused."

"You..." Li Xin said helplessly, "I can't help it."

"Why can't you? You have a lot of ways. You just don't want to do it. " Meng Liang sat up straight, staring at Li Xin with red eyes and said, "I've been criticized by the circular. If you don't help me, I'll admit it. But you have to cancel it for me. You have to cancel it for me this year. Otherwise, you can find your father and help me transfer to the Ministry of civil affairs."

Li Xin can't laugh or cry: "you are a school person, how to transfer to the Ministry of civil affairs?"

"I don't care. I've lost my face. I can't rely on my professional title. What can I do if you don't help me?" Meng Liangshun slid to the ground with the sofa and simply lay there.

Li Xin frowned: "you can be crazy about drinking. Can you still rely on me?"

"I can't help it. I'll just... I'll just do it. What can you do?" Meng Liang's wine was so strong that he couldn't speak quickly.

Li Xin fanned with his hand, closed the door and opened the window. Looking back, Meng Liang was half drunk.

Li Xin lowered his head and unfolded the envelope in his hand. Suddenly, he felt a strong sense of fear, as if he would be in such a situation.

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