light, short, scattered

Chapter 207 "Dig, Dig" Part II
"This is what every engineer will be concerned about after reading this. After all, this is not a mine tunnel that will collapse and people will be fine. This is the inside of a living human body, a place as important as the heart. I can guarantee that everything will be fine, but no one People will believe me,” said the elder brother.

"Wait, I believe it." I said.

"So you are willing to help me?" My brother smiled happily.

"I have resigned, and my people are all here. I must believe you, do you need to say more?" I said.

"Then I will prepare materials for you tomorrow. All you need is an interview. After you get the job, there will be a press conference, which is to compare the things in the picture to your work in the mine. We will prepare the manuscript and you will tell it. "My brother said.

"Wait? Press conference? There was no press conference mentioned before." I said.

"It's just to show your face, it's nothing." My brother said.

"No, will there be reporters at the press conference? Will it be shown on the TV station?" I said.

The elder brother nodded and said: "After all, the annual salary is 30 yuan. If you don't have to show your face, there won't be so many people hiding and refusing to come. Didn't you just say you believe me? Why did you regret it?"

"No, I have no regrets. But I have something I need to explain to you... about the fraud..." I said hesitantly.

"If it's fake, no one in the company will know about it except me and your sister-in-law. Anyone outside who investigates carefully will find the information I prepared, just like my hidden marriage. Your certificate will be on the Internet. Similar document statements are all well-founded. We will do the same as the truth, you can rest assured about this." said the brother.

"Really?" I said.

"The main thing is to see whether you can convince everyone." Brother said.

"Convinced?" The scene when I went home flashed through my mind, and I hesitantly told my parents about the script I had rehearsed for more than a whole day.But when I said it, I was still confused, but my parents still believed it.

How about someone else?Change to the media?Change it to the whole world.

I was silent.

My brother patted me on the shoulder and said: "You rest first. The room on the far left is reserved for you. It seems that you didn't bring any luggage when you came. Remember to buy some clothes. I will prepare a suit for you here. I will give you a suit in a few days." Go through the interview first. The interview will probably take place one or two months after the interview, and we will let you get familiar with it before you start working."

I nodded my head.

. . . . . .

A week later, my brother took me to pick out a suit.

The blue suit makes me look a little different than usual.

Then I fixed my hairstyle. The thick hair wax made me feel very uncomfortable.

Then I drove to the door of a large company and gave me a packet of portfolios.

The elder brother said: "Here are all your files. Just take the photo in front of the people you want to see and don't say a word. My sister-in-law will pick you up and cover for you."

I nodded my head and said, "I understand."

My brother smiled and pointed to the door of the company, and I walked in with the portfolio in hand.

My sister-in-law smiled right in front of me when I entered the door and said, "Mr. Li, please come this way."

The elevator goes all the way to the top floor.

The door plate has the words CEO written on it.

I thought about what my brother said and opened the door and walked in. My sister-in-law behind me shouted but I didn't have time.

"Who came in without knocking?" A fat man raised his head.

I slapped the portfolio straight in front of him.

My sister-in-law came out behind me and said: "Mr. Wang, this is Mr. Li. Mining engineer, here to interview the chief senior spokesperson."

"What do you call Mr. Li?" Mr. Wang said with a smile.

I closed my mouth and looked at him expressionlessly.

The sister-in-law immediately walked over quickly and whispered something in Mr. Wang's ear.

"Yeah, it's normal for Mr. Li to have a bad temper. You are a skilled person and I appreciate you." Mr. Wang opened the file with a smile and put on his glasses to read.

I continued to look at him expressionlessly.

After reading the documents and papers one by one, Mr. Wang took off his glasses and said with a smile: "Mr. Li Goudan, you meet our company's interview requirements very well. Your company is willing to cooperate with you. Please serve as our chief senior officer." Spokesperson. Thank you also for your willingness to join us at Aperture Medicine, thank you.”

I continued to look at him expressionlessly.

"Mr. Li Goudan?" Mr. Wang said again. He stood up, bent down and stretched out his hands as if he wanted to shake my hand.

"I passed, right?" I said calmly, my face still expressionless.

"Yes." Mr. Wang said with a smile, before taking his hand back.I shook it a few times, turned around and left.

After leaving the door, I pressed against the door and gasped.

I heard the conversation between my sister-in-law and Mr. Wang inside.

"Talented people have bad tempers," my sister-in-law said.

"I am a boss after all. Should I think of him like this in the future?"

"What you said is, I'll take these." My sister-in-law said with a smile.

My sister-in-law went out, looked at me and burst into laughter.He pulled me down the elevator and out of the company.

Then I will be in the office tomorrow, my dedicated office.

My brother would come in to see me from time to time and brought me the speech a month later.

The content can be modified as I wish. It’s all academic terms and if I don’t understand them, I’ll use vernacular.

It's three pages long. When I was a kid, I got poor grades because I didn't like reading and memorizing.

My brother said there was only half a month left, so I had no choice but to grit my teeth and recite it day by day.

On the day of the press conference, my speech was very worn.

There is a small button on the hand. Every time you press the slideshow on the back, it will change to the next screen.

What I want to talk about is the new treatment option for coronavirus: the stent.

I demonstrated it over and over again and recited it over and over again.

My brother would always watch me from the side until the day of the press conference.

I walked on stage in a state of confusion, mouthing lines that I already knew by heart.

He pressed the slide button mechanically in his hand.

After finishing speaking, there was applause, and then the host next to him smiled and said: "Enter the media interview session."

My whole back felt cold. My brother came to my side at this time, patted my shoulder and said in my ear: "I don't want you to know because I am afraid you will be nervous."

"Hello, how is this scaffold better than a bridge?" A reporter stood up and said.

I was silent for a second, then picked up the water glass in front of me and took a sip.

When I swallowed it, I remembered something. These were all things I had memorized.

"Stent implantation is a minimally invasive surgery with little damage and low cost. Bypass is a surgery with high damage, and some hospitals cannot do it. Depending on the condition, coronary angiography should be done first to see the condition of the blood vessels to determine whether it is Put a bracket or build a bridge?" I said.

"You mean there is no comparison?" the reporter asked again.

"Yes." I blurted out and looked at him sullenly.

There was a burst of applause from the audience, and my sister-in-law gave a thumbs up in the audience.

My expression relaxed.

The next few questions were all memorized content, which made me feel relieved.

When he is extremely embarrassed, his brother will grab the microphone and help answer.

But the answers are almost always ambiguous, but that's how I get a burst of applause every time I say it.

When they got off the stage, my brother and sister-in-law were almost smiling happily.

(postscript)
I was recorded in history and appeared on the Baidu encyclopedia of cardiac stents.

But my brother's name has never appeared on the encyclopedia.

My brother continued to choose to stay behind the scenes to research better materials and invent the second and third generation heart stents.

Cardiac stents have pros and cons, but they have become a second treatment option besides bypass surgery.

Three years later, I chose to resign and returned to the countryside.

He redeemed the land he had sold for his brother's education and started farming and raising pigs.

The excuse with his parents was that he made enough money and wanted to stay with them.

(End of this chapter)