pertwk Chapter 73 A Sudden Turn of Events
Chapter 73 A Sudden Turn of Events
I chatted with Comrade Yuan from the Military Research Institute for a while about the "Star Wars program" and the topic of the high probability that the United States faked the moon landing.
Yu Zhen is not without a brain, nor is it possible that he would casually ramble on about such a sensitive topic.
Actually!
This included Dean Tang and his delegation from Tsinghua and Peking Universities.
Do you know what kind of mentality these experts, scholars, and researchers in the most advanced scientific and technological fields in China generally have?
It's a bit too hurtful to say this.
The most direct feeling that everyone had for Yu Zhen was...
The reason he is currently being fawned over and so highly sought after and treated with such special favor is because...
To be fair, his two science fiction novels published overseas were incredibly popular, especially the series of cutting-edge high-tech concepts within them, which have swept across the North American tech world and become its darlings...
Therefore, he is now regarded as a treasure in China, a rare and outstanding scientific research talent.
So much so that even the former dean of the computer science department at Tsinghua and Peking Universities personally went out of his way to recruit him.
However, both novels were actually published in China much earlier, and many discerning readers had already discovered their hidden gems much earlier.
The problem was that the novel was published before news of the North American fire reached China.
What kind of treatment did he, a science fiction writer, receive?
Now, works with the same content are being exported and then sold domestically because they are very popular in North America and widely sought after by Western men.
His status and treatment rose accordingly.
It has become a darling of the tech world.
What is this?!
Does anything that gains the attention and approval of foreigners automatically warrant blindly following and endorsement domestically?
Isn't this tragic enough?!
Moreover, he knew perfectly well that this phenomenon of exporting and then selling domestically, and suddenly becoming so popular, would continue and persist for a considerable period of time.
Even the country's top experts, scholars, university department leaders, and senior professors may unconsciously form such a perception.
Moreover, in other fields, China is not as good as the West. Anything or anyone that is associated with the word "Western" instantly becomes more sophisticated and high-end.
Even when describing something or an item as stylish or fashionable, it immediately becomes highly sought after, with everyone flocking to it.
How tragic, how utterly tragic.
"Knock knock knock!"
Dean Tang and his colleagues knocked on the door and entered, returning to the conference room.
The old man who was mourning Mao Jing followed behind him through the door, scratching his brows and looking down.
Judging by the scene, they've been summoned to apologize in person.
"Yu, I'm so sorry. I was an idiot. I was blind and foolish. I believed everything I heard and made baseless accusations that you cheated on your exams and that you were just a manufactured celebrity in Shanghai. I sincerely apologize to you, Yu. Please forgive my ignorance..."
Yu Zhen ignored him and paid no attention.
What's going on? Even at this point, your school is still playing this childish game of "heavy hand, light foot" because of this person's network of connections.
Do I really want this damn apology?
I'd like to know what kind of stance the school will take!
Ha, so you're just treating us like children playing house?
Seeing that Yu Zhen was not responding, Dean Tang coughed lightly and turned to glance at the other person beside him.
Seeing this, the man quickly stepped forward with an awkward laugh, "Comrade Yu Zhen, you can rest assured about the decision regarding Wei Yuan's frivolous behavior and offense against you..."
"Stop! Stop!~~"
Yu Zhen then spoke up decisively, rudely interrupting the other person, and said with a self-deprecating laugh:
"This is Vice Dean Yan, right?"
Please don't say that. There's no question of offending or not offending. I really have no personal grudges with this classmate Wei Yuan, and there's absolutely no way he has offended me in any way.
Alright, alright, whatever happened today, I have to thank Tsinghua and Peking University for giving me, a mere science fiction writer, such a grand gesture.
Comrade Yuan, just now, when we were talking about the Star Wars program, a rather interesting idea suddenly popped into my head.
How about we find another place now and have a proper talk?
"Zhang Shichang, I flew here in a fighter jet. Please don't leave me behind on my way back to Shanghai!"
So you're immediately labeling this person as having "offended" me, and then categorizing the whole thing as a personal grudge?
ha!!!
Since you're being given a chance, you're ungrateful.
Then let's just tear off the mask and stop talking.
Let's see who suffers more!
Yu Zhen didn't give the vice president surnamed Yan any chance to listen to his nonsense.
Previously, Wei Yuan had already given him a full explanation.
He was suddenly summoned to the school to temporarily serve as a hostess; it was the vice dean surnamed Yan who made the direct phone call.
Well, to put it more bluntly, the person surnamed Yan is just an ordinary link in his network of native Beijing residents.
Although it is unknown what topics Dean Tang and the others discussed in private after they left.
But even a fool could figure it out.
It's nothing more than wanting to set an example for Wei Yuan, to give Yu Zhen what he calls face, and even for Vice Dean Yan to speak up just now, so he should be determined to humble himself and lower his stance towards him.
But the problem is...
Sigh, never mind, if I go into any more detail, it'll probably get deleted again.
Everyone present was intelligent; none of them had any intellectual deficiencies.
Upon hearing Yu Zhen's statement, everyone knew that the matter had completely reached a deadlock.
The vice dean surnamed Yan looked shocked, then angry, but he was trying his best to suppress his anger.
"Bang!!"
He suddenly kicked Wei Yuan in the back of the knee, sending him sprawling to his knees. "Look what you've done!!!"
By the time Dean Tang and the others realized what was happening and tried to stop him, Wei Yuan was already kneeling on the ground, terrified, and then burst into tears, "Student Yu, Student Yu, I beg you, I've made a thousand mistakes, please be magnanimous and don't hold it against me anymore..."
The situation changed too quickly.
Yu Zhen never expected that the vice president surnamed Yan would act so irrationally.
However, now that they've already broken off all pretense, he can't let them resort to any more self-inflicted suffering or moral blackmail.
Keep kneeling if you want, why are you trying to force me onto that heartless bastard?
Ha ha……
"Dean Tang, let's talk again another time." After saying this, Yu Zhen walked towards the conference room door.
At this moment, Comrade Yuan, the military representative, and several others, along with Vice Minister Zhang and Chief Engineer Luo from Shanghai, all stood up behind Yu Zhen and headed straight for the conference room door.
As Comrade Yuan, the military representative, walked past Dean Tang, he whispered something quickly, which made Dean Tang look embarrassed and distressed.
This was all because Comrade Yuan, the military representative, told him that they were too indecisive.
The implication is that they shouldn't keep making mistakes. They wanted to attract talent, but instead, they got involved in one thing after another, getting distracted by some nobody and some trivial matter. What a waste!
To put it bluntly, there is only one Yu Da science fiction writer in the whole world.
The truth is, Tsinghua and Peking University have a problem with their school spirit, a really big problem.