Chapter 894

The 83 year old academician Xue Jiankang feels that he is still relatively foreign.

He also studied abroad. In 1919, the eighth year after the revolution of 1911, Xue Jiankang, 17, went to study in France, the victorious country of the first World War, one year earlier than Comrade Xiaoping, who studied in France through the preparatory school.

France, which has just ended the first World War, is devastated. A quarter of the young and middle-aged men in the country died in the war, and a third of the young and middle-aged people were disabled. The rest of the industrial workers are on strike every day. At that time, whether it is the trade union or the Communist International, they are very particular about holding meetings and voting.

At that time, Comrade Xue Jiankang liked to listen to the speeches of French Street politicians and to participate in all kinds of voting of ordinary workers.

Reduce working hours, agree!

Wage increase, yes!

Add security devices, yes!

You're a student. How did you vote? favor!

It's very important to have some suspense when voting, otherwise everyone's enthusiasm for political participation will be wasted.

It's when you support him and she supports him that the atmosphere is warmest.

Liang CE got a vote, which comforted the old academician Xue Jiankang. It's not decent to shave his head, and there's no room for him to play. Although Xue Jiankang has to say something every time he sings one vote, he's old after all. He's always slow to think about words, and it's not enough.

The suspense that has been prepared for a long time is more attractive.

Old academician Xue Jiankang thinks so, and the next vote will sing more slowly.

"Come on, let's have a look..." old academician Xue Jiankang sang slowly.

People sitting in the front row clearly saw academician Xue's hands stirring in the ballot box.

Liang CE, who had been waiting for death for a long time, could not help but open his eyes.

Jiang assimilation's eyes did not close and looked at academician Xue's hand like a fool.

Academician Xue seems to be playing Tai Chi in the ballot box. He turns one circle to the farthest point, turns the palm one more time, takes a look, shakes his head, turns the palm one more time, turns the Taiji one more time, turns it back again

10 second.

20 second.

Half a minute.

One Minute.

Academician Xue's hand has not yet been taken out of the ballot box. Now not only the people in the front row, including Yang Rui and others sitting in the middle, are staring at academician Xue's hand and thinking to themselves.

Suddenly, academician Xue's Taiji movement stopped.

Academician Xue, holding the presbyopic glasses with his other hand, nodded and nodded. He just showed a slight smile and said: "now it's the 18th vote, and the current ratio is 16 to 1... If Yang Rui gets another vote, he will win... En... Let's look at the next vote

Can Yang Rui get the qualification to join the Committee in advance, Well

It's a pity.

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

The assistant took it over, looked at it, turned back on the blackboard, and drew a stroke for Liang CE, with a dull expression.

"It's 16-2. Let's see the next vote."

As academician Xue said, he started Taiji again.

Half a minute.

One Minute.

One and a half.

"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 16-4! "

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

The 83 year old academician peeked at the votes on the spot and thought he had not been found!

The 83 year old academician plays Tai Chi. You are neither Chen nor Yang, and you are not a husband. How fast can you be your own angular velocity!

The 83 year old academician performs magic. Did you do the special training in the blind class?

"Let's see if there will be a miracle in the next vote." Academician Xue said to himself.

"I'm looking forward to it." Academician Xue said to himself.

"There's still hope for a turnaround." Academician Xue said to himself.

"Well... No? Well... Well... It's not... Well... "Academician Xue said to himself.

One Minute.Two minutes.

Three minutes.

"Yes!" Academician Xue looked up and said, "OK, let's take a look at the next vote. The 21st vote is for Liang CE. "

"Well, it's sixteen to five." Academician Xue said happily: "look, Comrade Liang CE is still very hopeful!"

The expressions of all the people present were similar to those of academician Xue's assistant.

Hold it.

The 83 year old academician, who has worked hard for the Republic of China and made great contributions to the development of Chinese biology, has devoted all his youth, and is not interested in having a hobby?

Only Liang CE's face was as white as excessive blood loss.

He doesn't feel happy at all. He doesn't feel excited at all!

Jiang Zhitong also has the impulse 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, until now, academician Xue's Taiji hand has been stirring up for a long time, only to gather the word "Zheng".

Jiang Zhitong promised that he didn't beat others because he was afraid of losing face, but because he was afraid that Xue's healthy old bones could not bear it.

"Let's see what kind of surprise the next vote will give us." Xue Jiankang on the stage is a little tired. He leans against the chairman's desk and speaks with a microphone. Even if he is vague, he can be heard.

His Taiji hands are slower and need to pause to see the tickets longer.

And every time he saw one vote and put it down, Liang CE felt that he had a knife in his chest.

"Surprise, you are a giant panda. Do you really think the vote is deeper than the pregnancy of a giant panda?" Liang CE had nowhere to vent, and his hands crunched the chair.

Xue Jiankang's Taiji hand picks up, puts down, picks up, puts down, picks up, and then moves in the direction... It's like a chainsaw tearing at Liang CE.

Liang CE's anger mixed with shame, shame mixed with incomprehension, incomprehension mixed with pain.

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

But the current situation, let alone 10 votes, is that Liang CE and his own people did not vote enough. There are six members of the GMP Committee, including Jiang Zhitong, who are subject to the health system. These six members have always been regarded as iron by Liang CE. They may not be as iron as Jiang Zhitong, but they are also cast iron.

In other words, considering himself, Liang CE should have got at least 7 out of 33 votes. These seven votes belong to his own people, plus the 10 votes drawn, in order to ensure Liang CE's entry into the Committee.

However, academician Xue's hand has been stirring in the ballot box for a long time, and there is still only one "Zheng" on the blackboard.

Liang CE saw only five votes.

Where are the remaining two tickets.

At this time, Liang CE's eyes are red. He is no longer looking at his votes. He is looking at the traitor who betrayed himself.

Xue Jiankang's hand, inserted in the ballot box, has not been pulled out for a long time.

Scholars who have seen through the secret are not in a hurry. Everyone is quietly waiting for Comrade Xue Jiankang's next vote singing. Occasionally, a few people talk to each other. They are also surprised at the difference in the number of votes in the by election.

"En... No more..." Xue Jiankang sighed with regret.

Then, as if worried that he might leak his words, he hurriedly said, "I mean my eyes are not good, I can still see, but I'm not clear."

With that, Xue Jiankang picked up a ticket, reached far ahead and said, "the 22nd ticket, if you vote for Yang Rui, it means that Yang Rui was elected to the GMP Committee. If you vote for Liang CE, Liang CE will still have a chance. "

"The 22nd vote, it's Yang Rui who gets it!" As soon as Xue Jiankang's voice fell, he began to clap his hands. The voice was a little low. It was about the sequelae of playing too much taijishou.

In the conference hall, more warm applause was given, 10% to Yang Rui and 90% to academician Xue Kangkang.

Old academician Xue Jiankang said to the microphone: "although it's a little pity, we still need to count the remaining votes. Of course, we first welcome Comrade Yang Rui to join the pharmaceutical production quality control committee. "

The thunderous applause of the whole audience was accompanied by the rapid singing of Mr. Xue Kangkang - compared with the previous.

"One vote, Yang Rui."

"One vote, Yang Rui."

"For Yang Rui."

"It's strange. It's for Yang Rui."

"Two people didn't vote for me." Liang CE stares at Xue Jiankang, who is presbyopia and farsighted. His face is so heavy that he wants to hit the ground.For him, losing the support of two hard core members means more losses. His idea of GMP Committee hegemony may need to be redesigned.

"Maybe not yet." Jiang Zhitong tried to calm Liang CE's anger by saying something he didn't believe.

Liang Qixiao was too lazy to smile. He said rigidly, "after looking for four or five minutes, I can't find a ticket. Can I still sing it?"

"Maybe..."

"Let's celebrate, too." Liang CE didn't want to listen to Jiang's fluke words any more. He stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and strode to Yang Rui with an expression of indifference.

Jiang said "yes" anxiously. He lowered his head to catch up with Liang CE. When he looked up again, he saw a wrinkled old face like a bark.

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