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

Father Li looked at him behind him and said, "add another sentence, I can't say it clearly in the letter. I hope to talk about it face to face."., Send the letter tomorrow, and you can go to Wuhan with Deng. "

Organic chemistry bulletin is in Wuhan.

Li Xin a face tired, way: "face to face explanation, not more can explain not clear?"

"Let Xiao Deng take two thousand yuan. If I can't explain it clearly, I can't help it." Father Li then said, "keep the impact to a minimum. If you can't do it, just drag it out. You can drag it out as long as you can, and you'll think about it later."

Li Xin was not satisfied with the result. He said in a sad voice, "can't you say hello to two friends?"

"Your father, I'm the director, not the prime minister. Who can I say hello to? Besides, I'm sorry to open my mouth about what you did." In fact, Li Fu has found someone, but as he said, this kind of thing is really difficult to find someone to solve. Because Wei zhenxue's paper has been published in foreign journals, the journal also informed the East China Institute of textile technology. If the two families do not act, it is tantamount to burying a time bomb for themselves. In the final analysis, the news has spread out and there is no time to suppress it.

Li Xin's face turned red when he was told by his father: "I was in a hurry to graduate at that time. I had done the experiment for three months, but I couldn't do it. As soon as I lost my head, I guessed a few numbers, and others did the same..."

"Others are not caught, you are caught, that's the biggest difference." Li Fu continued: "don't think you can pass the test easily. You should try to make the Journal Agency deal with it more easily this time. As long as you don't publish it, everything is easy to say. Go to Wuhan, then go to Shanghai, and find the school to explain."

"I see." Li Xin is powerless.

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

Li Xin was a little relaxed, and then asked, "are you a person who sends articles, have you found out? Is someone behind me? "

"I used to work in the Institute of media science, but now I'm doing research in a Hong Kong company. I'm from Hedong, and I have nothing to do with you." What Li Fu got was also public information.

On hearing the word Hedong, Li Xin, who was already suspicious, looked at him and asked, "where is Hedong from?"

"The city of the south."

"Nanhu city?"

"Like, you know?" Li Fu frowned.

Li Xin nodded slightly and said, "last time I went to see her daughter at vice president Jing's house, one of their guests was a student from Peking University in Nanhu City, Hedong province. I met her several times."

"Have you offended others?" Li Fu easily recognized the subtext.

"I wanted to teach him a lesson, but I got to know someone from the higher education department." Li Xin didn't hide any more. He first told Meng Liang's story and then said, "I think he must have bribed Wei zhenxue and made me whole. I can't spare him

Li Fu touched his chin, but he was lost in thought.

"Dad, it must be him. He didn't run." Li Xin thinks that he has found the crux of the problem and wants his father to suit the remedy to the case.

Li Fu thought for a long time and shook his head and said, "even if someone else has dealt with you, what can you do with this method?"

Li Xin a Zheng: "he this is frame up."

"What have you been framed for? Did someone frame you up for falsifying your paper? " In fact, Li Fu is also full of anger. The road he designed for his son is likely to be broken.

Li Xin has no way: "then I will go to Wuhan?"

"Hurry up and talk to others. Your father's relationship doesn't work. You can rely on yourself." Li Fu went back to his bedroom with his hands on his back.

Li Xin hesitated for a moment, casually stuffed some clothes into his bag and went downstairs.

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

He really wants to help, but as he said, there is very little he can do in this kind of thing.

As the saying goes, if you don't know that the officials are small before you arrive in Beijing, the director general is actually a big official in Beijing. However, compared with the local officials of the same level, the cadres at the Department and bureau level are indeed weak.

After all, the cadres at the Department and bureau level in a province, especially those with real power, can write it down in one page. There are often thousands of people and things under management. Correspondingly, the cadres at the Department and bureau level in a ministry can only manage one office, with less contact, less power and less resources for exchange, There are fewer relationships available.

Of course, the most important thing is that Li Fu has little to do with academia.He knew several professors and read Li Xin's paper through the relationship between them. As a result, the conclusion of falsification could not be overturned.

Academic research is a stubborn thing, especially the papers of science and engineering. If they are faked, they are faked. They can't be overthrown with a single word. If they are explored at length, they will not help Li Xin.

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

"It's really not good. Talk to Jing Cuncheng?" As soon as Li Fu thought about it, he twisted it out by himself. Jing Cuncheng doesn't do it. If he doesn't do it well, he will owe him. On the other hand, counterfeiting is an ironclad case. Now it's time to deal with the aftermath. At this time, Jing Cuncheng can't help.

……

Wei zhenxue's paper was published smoothly. Wei zhenxue was overjoyed and full of energy in the laboratory.

Yang Rui also received a letter from Xiaoxiu about his paper published. Mao Qiming helped him to publicize it all over the college. Although he didn't see the journal and the pamphlet this time, more people knew about it.

In other words, this is the story of nine pancakes. The first eight pancakes are used to fill the stomach. Only when you eat the ninth pancake will you feel full.

And the style of 203 bedroom seems to have improved all of a sudden.

"What about Yang Rui? I have some questions to discuss with him. " The boy in the plaid shirt knocked on the door and said something similar to those in front of him.

Every day lying in bed reading Dong Zhicheng also from the beginning of curiosity into boredom: "not in, out."

"When will you be back?"

"Not really."

"Always come back in the evening."

"I should. Maybe it's possible to sleep in the laboratory."

"Then I'll come back in the evening."

"Not necessarily."

"It's OK. It doesn't take time to come and have a look. By the way, I'll leave my questions. When he comes, he can have a look first, so that he can chat in the evening. " The boy with plaid shirt said, leaving an exercise book.

Dong Zhicheng looked over his head and cried out, "Lao Mao, Mao Qiming, who are you?"

Mao Qiming ran in from the dormitory next door and said in a loud voice, "what's the matter? What's the matter? "

"Another one came to discuss the problem with Yang Rui, and left a book. You can put it away for Yang Rui." With that, Dong Zhicheng went back to his head and picked up most of his masterpieces. This time, he was reading the original, although he still needed a bigger dictionary.

Mao Qiming picked up the exercise book left by the plaid boy, turned it over, threw it on Yang Rui's desk, and said, "the third one is coming. It feels like the dormitory of the Chinese department."

"What happened to the dormitory of Chinese department?" Hou Bing turned over and looked down sleepily.

"The dormitory of Chinese department talks about literature and poetry every day. The books are exchanged. Alas, how can you still sleep?"

"Think, think." Hou Bing rolled up his quilt and said, "mathematics is thinking. It doesn't matter where the position is."

After a while, a light snore came out from under the quilt.

In the evening, Yang Rui went back to dormitory 203, where nearly ten people had been packed.

"Yang Rui, I read your paper, and I have an idea." The people in the dormitory are chatting happily. When they meet Yang Rui, several of them stand up.

Yang Rui opened his mouth and asked, "what do you think?"

A small science salon was forced to start

In the next two days, more people attended. This was also the traditional life of the 1980s. For some reason, people gathered together to talk and brag. Most of the reasons were literature. Occasionally, they met with science parties, but they were more concentrated.

Fortunately, such a salon was not organized by Yang Rui, let alone managed by him. In addition to focusing on him in the first two days, we soon sent out more things, just using dormitory 203 as the base.

Not only the students of our school take part in such salons, but also the students from other schools or social people can come to the dormitory to chat. Anyway, the dormitory area is not closed and there is no power cut. As long as someone takes them in, they can talk as late as they want.

Yang Rui quickly adapted to this kind of atmosphere, sometimes chatting late, or going to bed in the discussion, or simply going to other dormitories to sleep. Now people are not so particular about it. It's normal to change dormitories or beds casually.

Of course, there are often accidents.

For example, people who are drunk in front of their dormitories, white haired and drunk all night, may not find themselves.

Li Xin, who had just returned from Shanghai, found dormitory 203 and spent half a night drinking wine. As a result, he didn't see Yang Rui's face at all.When he woke up the next day and saw Yang Rui coming back from the outside, Li Xin suddenly felt crazy.

"Where are you going when you're not in the dorm?" Li Xin's first question is off topic.

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