Chapter 187：

Li Zheng's head soaked in alcohol moved with difficulty. They said it was Liang Zhe.

He cast his gaze on the man called Huang Ge, his eyes narrowed, and he was immediately surprised.

Huang Youzhi? The famous real estate businessmen of later generations were different from real estate companies that sprung up like mushrooms when the property market soared. Huang Youzhi's Qisheng Commercial has always insisted on commercial real estate. His Qisheng Plaza was once a landmark building in the commercial center of some big cities.

Li Zheng's temple jumped, is Liang Zhe the partner he is looking for?

Liang Zhe and Huang Youzhi? These two names are actually linked together, the world is really amazing.

Huang Youzhi and the young man behind him walked out of the toilet while talking. When they saw Li Zheng at the door of the toilet, the two were taken aback. Huang Youzhi tentatively asked, "Professor Li?"

Hearing someone calling himself, Li Zheng raised his eyebrows subconsciously, and cast his eyes without focus on the two people who came oncoming. He still had the dead fish face on his face, without even a trace of expression.

"Yeah." Li Zheng gave a hum, and agreed.

Li Zheng didn't mean it, it's just that a large amount of alcohol made his brain seem to rust, and even this "um" was subconscious.

This seemed a little arrogant in the eyes of others, such as the young man next to Huang Youzhi, showing a little bit of indignation on his face.

Huang Youzhi was not dissatisfied at all. "Uncle Zhu Xin often listens to his uncle to ask you. It is considered a great name for a long time." He stretched out his hand and wanted to shake hands with Li Zheng.

Zhu Xin? A fat middle-aged man like Maitreya Buddha appeared in Li Zheng's mind. Zhu Xin and Huang Youzhi?

He stared at Huang Youzhi's hand for a while before slowly reaching out.

The cold touch made his brain sober again for a moment, "Hello," he said with a smile.

This episode did not leave too many traces in Li Zheng's mind. He continued to walk slowly to the bathroom, vaguely hearing the young man whispering to Huang Youzhi.

"What Professor Li? That person is very tender, he looks like a college student, why is he so jealous of him?"

"College students? College students don't have his ability! I know that the drug review and investigation that has been making a lot of noise recently is not the work of this big man. Do you say that ordinary people can have this kind of courage and ability?"

"real or fake?"

"My uncle can lie."

The voice got farther and farther, "touching" Li Zheng hit the white tile on the corner, "Well, it hurts."

Most of the people who attended the celebration banquet were learned people, and the average age was almost fifty years old. Therefore, everyone did not stay long after eating, and they came out of the box talking and laughing.

At this time, Li Zheng was already awake a lot, at least he knew everything, but there was a red mark on his forehead.

Old Tian and the others asked him where the seal came from, and Li Zheng was silent for a long time, "Mosquito bites."

"Old Yang, the style is not diminished back then, we will have another drink next time."

"No problem, as long as you treat me, I will be there on call." Old Yang said with a smile.

When Li Zheng and others walked out of the box, the door of the other box was also opened.

"President Liang, it’s half past eight. I heard that this is where the nightlife of Xiangjiang began. Although this Huajing is not as good as Xiangjiang, the night market at Yanjing Tower is also famous. You really don’t stay to take a look. ?"

"No. He stayed." Liang Zhe said he was one of Liang's inland deputy general managers, who was responsible for inland real estate projects.

Because of Huajing's policy, the real estate industry in the Mainland is really deserted. Therefore, Liang's deputy general manager in charge of real estate has the least seniority in the vice president.

Huang Youzhi's complexion became stiff, and he was naturally a little worried. But the situation is better than people. He understands his situation. He and Liang Zheming are partners on the surface, but besides the identity of the native red son and brother, and the contacts he has accumulated over the past two years, what else is there? ?

vision? The money hasn't been in his pocket yet, who knows if he made this move correctly.

Now, no matter whether it is the funds or the plan, it is from this Mr. Xiangjiang Liang, he is just a person to come forward.

Liang Zhe patted Huang Youzhi on the shoulder, and then ignoring his reaction and strode forward. It was already half past eight, and he was not sure to return to the hotel before nine o'clock.

"Mr. Liang?" Yang Lao saw Liang Zhe walking towards him and said hello with a smile.

Liang Zhe naturally saw Lao Yang, oh no, to be precise, he saw Li Zheng next to Yang Lao. He ignored everyone's surprise and walked to Li Zheng's side.

Reached out and touched Li Zheng's forehead, "Have you hit it?"

Li Zheng helplessly rubbed his temples, "Yes."

Liang Zhe sighed lightly, "I don't know how to be careful."

The interaction between the two obviously didn't have any ambiguous words, but the people next to them heard something wrong.

But they couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Everyone, let me send Li Zheng back. My car is right below." Liang Zhe said.

When everyone heard the words, they didn't feel that there was anything wrong. Although Li Zheng had drunk, the two big men nodded one after another when something could happen.

"Drinking?"

"not much."

"Not much you smell of alcohol."

"You don't smell yourself either!"

"I only drank juice today."

"I do not believe!"

"If you don't believe it, you hear it." Liang Zhe opened his mouth and moved towards Li Zheng.

Li Zheng gave him a white look and turned his head to the side.

"Bump." The sound of something landing.

Li Zheng and the two turned around and saw Zhu Xin and Huang Youzhi not knowing when they were standing not far away, looking at them in shock.

The four of them were silent for a moment. Li Zheng glanced at Zhu Xin, then shook Liang Zhe's hand with his backhand, "Editor-in-Chief Zhu, introduce me, my love."

There was another silence.

Zhu Xin took a deep breath and suppressed the shock in his heart.

"Mr. Liang, right? I'm Zhu Xin." As expected of the editor-in-chief of Xinghua News Agency, he was shocked for a moment, adjusted his mentality, and reached out to say hello to Liang Zhe.

"Hello."

After saying hello, the nephew and uncle watched Li Zheng and two to leave.

After a long time, Huang Youzhi spit out a sentence very familiar to later generations, "Fuck."

**

"It’s been twenty-eight days, and it’s been twenty-eight days that I haven’t heard back. Old Lu, do you think our paper will be brushed? Do you know? The dean said, if my paper is over, If he can apply directly to stay in school, he approves it on the spot!"

Lu Xuejie glanced at Sun Bin, who had been talking about him for a month, and silently moved his seat away from him. "Relax, the corresponding author is Professor Li."

Yes, the professor of communications is Professor Li.

I don't know when the name Li Zheng has become a symbol in the biosphere. Just like James Watson, a paper with Watson as the corresponding author will not be easily published by the journal even if it is not well written.

They will ask experts to study it carefully, and if it does not meet the journal publication requirements, they will contact Mr. Watson to discuss the return.

And now, Professor Li Zheng of their ninth laboratory already has this privilege.

The corresponding author of their paper is Li Zheng, which is the best insurance.

"But... but!" But this is a cell, not a mess of domestic journals, but a cell. In the 1980s, it was not convenient for domestic and foreign exchanges. In the 1980s, a journal was a cell that a college professor took turns reading!

"Okay, stop it. Tomorrow is the ceremony for the promotion of professor to associate professor. Are you ready?"

"Ready. I also don't understand. With our professor's academic level, the University of Cape Town even sent an invitation letter to invite him to be a lifetime honorary professor. Huaqing is embarrassed to get stuck on his professional title. International rankings can be ahead of us." Sun Bin muttered.

"Teach...Teach, no, don't care." Meng Jie stammered.

"I know that our professor doesn't care. I'm not so angry. Oh, I will give it to an associate professor this year, and a professor next year. Sooner or later, why bother." Sun Bin shrugged his shoulders, a bit of a sense of ambition. .

"Ring jing jing jing" pierced the phone.

Sun Bin answered the phone.

"Hey?"

"Zhao, Zhao, Zhao, Principal Zhao?" When he was nervous, his mouth stuttered, causing Meng Jieduo to look at him.

"Professor Li, not here. Me? We? Yes!"

"Okay, let's come right now." He responded loudly.

Hanging up the phone, Sun Bin took two deep breaths, "The principal asked us to go to his office. I also heard the voice of Dean Zhou."

Bang Bang Bang, the laboratory can only hear the heartbeat of three people quietly.

"I have a hunch."

"me too."

Lu Xueke and Sun Bin looked at each other and said in unison: "Thesis!"

The three of them were all excited. Rao was the quietest Meng Jie on weekdays, with a trace of red on his dark face. He stammered and said, "Quick...Go ahead."

The three suddenly jumped up from their seats, spread their legs and rushed towards the entrance of the laboratory.

When they reached a place ten meters away from the principal’s office, Sun Bin stopped the two of them, “I...I’m too panting, no, we have to slow down, we represent the face of the Ninth Laboratory.”

"Yes, right, if it's not a paper, I'll lose my face."

Although the two of them said that, the speed at their feet was not slow, they just changed from fast running to fast walking.

"Bumpy"

"Come in."

The three of them walked into Zhao Depei's office. In Zhao Depei's office, he was not only alone, but also Dean Zhou of the School of Biology.

"Meng Jie, Sun Bin, Lu Keke." Zhao Depei's gaze swept across the crowd, and then he called out the names of the three in turn.

The three looked at each other and swallowed, "Yes, principal."

Seeing the nervousness of the three, Zhao Depei showed a smile on his face.

"It's a good thing to find you this time." He paused, and continued: "Just now, Dean Zhou brought two letters. The correspondence address of the "cell" editorial department was written on the letter." Zhao Depei Said one sentence.