Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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"Have you seen Yang Rui?"

"Did you see it?"

"No one is particularly young!"

The reporters craned their necks to stare at the returning scholars. There are more than half of the people here who have never seen Yang Rui's appearance. They can only speculate based on their age. At one time, someone regarded the team leader Zhang Hongjun as Yang Rui.

Zhang Hongjun was so frightened that he didn't want it. He thought he had an incident in the east window and was interviewed by a reporter. His legs trembled and walked forward.

However, Zhang Hongjun got used to it when he walked, because as long as he was familiar with one skill, he would be able to pass without hindrance:

"I am not Yang Rui, I am the leader Zhang Hongjun."

Zhang Hongjun kept repeating this sentence.

The reporters who came today were very purposeful, and immediately ignored Zhang Hongjun's words.

Zhang Hongjun was inexplicable, but also a little envious, jealous, and said in his heart: "You Yang Rui borrowed my luck. If I didn't help you jump up and down to find a reporter, can I have you today? I made you popular, and you are like this. To me, something ungrateful!

He wouldn't think about what his purpose was, or what losses Yang Rui would suffer as a result.

Zhang Hongjun just knew that he had suffered a great loss. It was Zhang Hongjun's greatest regret to return the 10,000 U.S. dollars. He was worried that Ganica was dissatisfied, and even stuffed back the more than 100 U.S. dollars in allowance he had saved. Now, returning to China, Zhang Hongjun can’t help thinking: If I have ten thousand dollars in my hand, what am I afraid of? Even if I am expelled and punished, I am not afraid!

Unfortunately, Zhang Hongjun did not have ten thousand dollars in his hands.

Therefore, Zhang Hongjun could only look at the media reporters on both sides in awe, looking for Yang Rui excitedly, talking about Yang Rui, asking Yang Rui, and answering the same sentence thousands of times by the way:

"I am not Yang Rui, I am the leader Zhang Hongjun."

"Are you Zhang Hongjun?" Two strong men stood at the entrance of the tunnel, pinching Zhang Hongjun one by one.

Without thinking about it, Zhang Hongjun replied: "I am not Yang Rui, I am the leader Zhang Hongjun."

"It's Zhang Hongjun." The two nodded, picked up Zhang Hongjun and left.

Zhang Hongjun's feet were off the ground, and he stepped twice in the air. The frightened bird feathers stood up, and his underwear hurt.

A group of mysterious textiles was stuffed into his mouth before he shouted.

Zhang Hongjun exerted all his strength, the veins violently violently, and did not struggle away, he could only turn his head and kick his legs desperately, looking at the men on both sides.

"Be more relaxed, we belong to the Commission for Discipline Inspection." The man on the right pushed Zhang Hongjun's face back, and said, "We will ask you some questions."

Zhang Hongjun kicked even harder.

The man on the left smiled: "I said, you can't scare people like this. Look at me."

The man on the left showed a big smile and said to Zhang Hongjun: "Look, we weren't going to come to the airport today, but no one expected that there will be so many reporters to greet your delegation. This shows you Zhang Hongjun. The team leader is doing a good job. But, our leader is worried that you talk nonsense and cause bad influence, so let us protect you first. This is also responsible for you. Don’t you say that you are a party member, you should understand For this reason, come, relax your body, let's let you land and walk by yourself, you relax, and we relax, okay?"

After speaking, the two gently put Zhang Hongjun down a bit.

Zhang Hongjun dropped his feet on the ground, and without hesitation, he sprinted desperately-with both arms, he pulled him back again.

"Yes, that's it." The man on the left also gave up, and continued to carry Zhang Hongjun out.

The crowd behind, suddenly cheered in chaos.

Zhang Hongjun turned his head desperately and turned his head desperately, only to see Yang Rui walking out of the corridor in a handsome suit with a warm and friendly smile on his face.

"Yang Rui!"

"Yang Rui--"

"Mr. Yang Rui!"

The reporters yelled and pressed the shutter. The clicks were too dense to be concealed by the sound of the crowd.

Zhang Hongjun stared at this scene blankly until he was stuffed into the car.

"Yang Rui, this is Xinhua News Agency reporter Jia Xin. Do you know that you are continuously reported by American newspapers?" With the tag on his chest, the CCTV reporter came out on top.

Yang Rui had actually expected it, otherwise, he would not go to great lengths to do interviews.

However, the crowd in front of him still made Yang Rui frightened, and a thought came into his mind: water can carry a boat and it can overturn it.

There are many scholars who have relied on the media. For example, Hawking is often mentioned, so that he can hear it. He is naturally a second-tier top scholar, but his reputation and the attention and funding he has received , Far surpasses second-order scholars, and even stronger than many first-order scholars.

Naturally, there are more scholars who were lifted and dropped by the media, such as South Korea’s Hwang Woo Suk, a former Korean national treasure scholar, known as a national hero and the father of cloning. Once he took the blame, he was immediately trampled on as a national humiliation.

Yang Rui’s senses in China in the 1980s were very similar to South Korea after 2000. The power of the media is so great that one can easily become popular and one can easily be trampled to death. There is no reason to say.

In the short span of ten years, the number of celebrities that have surged in China is unknown, and the number of celebrities who have been trampled to death do not know. The eight kings of Wenzhou, who produced wires, screws, or printed catalogs, became famous in the country in 1982, and they were not smelly. In 1983, Bu Xinsheng was listed as a model by the central government, and ministerial officials would have to line up to hear a report. , The result almost died of poverty.

Yang Rui looked at hundreds of reporters and the crowds of onlookers who were several times more horrified.

He is not stage fright. In the years when he was a tuition teacher, Yang Rui had long been used to speaking in front of everyone.

Yang Rui is just afraid of the media and the future shaped by the media.

"Hello, Comrade Jia Xin, everyone." Yang Rui didn't mean to be aloof at all. Instead, he leaned down to hold the microphone in the hands of Xinhua News Agency reporters who were less than 1.6 meters tall.

Ugly ghosts lower their heads, only to scare silly beauties. Like Yang Rui's handsomeness, coupled with the halo behind him, this attitude makes people feel very happy.

Comrade Jia Xin, whose name was remembered, also had a smile on his face. He explained to Yang Rui by the way: "Hello, Comrade Yang Rui. We heard that you are in the United States to bring glory to China. We are very happy. The reporters present are from different media. Everyone wants to hear about your experience in the United States."

"Oh, okay, that, otherwise, let's go to the middle of the hall, sit down and say yes, it is unsightly to block the door." Yang Rui said, dragging the suitcase to the middle of the airport reception hall, he There is actually no one behind, but Yang Rui needs a little time to sort out his thoughts. He thought that he might receive news in China, but the current situation obviously does not match his preparations.

In fact, Yang Rui did not consider such a long-term perspective. When he was in China, he thought about how to get a speech at an international conference and how to confirm his rights.

Walking slowly to the center of the hall, Yang Rui straightened his clothes, looked around for a week, and smiled: "Many people, what should I say?"

"How about one of us, one question?" Someone organized it spontaneously.

The reporters said yes, and then began to line up.

Yang Rui murmured in his heart: Don't talk about hundreds of people, each person asks each question in the year of the monkey?

However, facing the uncrowned kings, Yang Rui decided to be better.

If he really won the Nobel Prize, more than a hundred reporters would be nothing more than native chickens, just as if they were playing Dynasty Warriors. Look at the few people in China who have won the Nobel Prize, especially Yang Zhenning and Li Zhengdao, who won the Nobel Prize in the natural sciences category. Almost no media will rush to slander and talk about sunset youth romance with another person, and they have to be scolded. ****.

Domestic reporters only look at the awards and not the results. Their level is lower than that of the leaders. Yang Rui waited quietly for others to line up, and then asked them one by one.

Taking this opportunity, Yang Rui chose a batch of WeChat chicken soup from his mind, especially various quotations.

Unlike Americans who like to listen to stories, Chinese people seem to prefer to listen to summaries.

When the soul chicken soup arrived in China, it was basically boiled into summary chicken soup, just like a pot of chicken soup that is full enough for a family to eat, and it is boiled into a bowl of chicken soup for one person and a bowl of Chinese medicine, which is enough for a family to eat.

However, China lacked meat in the 1980s, and the greasy chicken soup might be more popular.

Yang Rui thought about it for a while, and saw that the reporters were about to stop working and began to ask questions.

At the beginning, there was no nutrition. After Yang Rui briefly explained his work in the United States, the reporters' questions began to drift.

I heard a reporter ask: "Mr. Yang Rui, how did you make your current achievements at the age of 20."

Yang Rui doubts this is a trap. When facing the Chinese media, the Chinese will not dare to say what they have achieved before they die.

Regardless of the other party’s purpose, Yang Rui immediately got his energy up, flipped through various quotations in his mind, and found a nearly appropriate answer: "'People are forced out!' Everyone has potential, so-called life. You will gain more strength if you die from worry, die from happiness, and face the pressure correctly..."

The reporters were a little taken aback when they heard it. The taste of this is a bit peculiar. Is it a specialty language brought back from the United States?

Without waiting for other people's recollection, the next reporter couldn't wait to ask: "Mr. Yang Rui, I saw your interview and it was very beautiful. Well, your answer now is also great. This is what you learned from school. Did the Beijing Congress teach you how to deal with the media?"

Yang Rui instinctively believes that it is still a trap~www.readwn.com~ If this question and answer continues, isn't it necessary to enter the endless education commentary?

Yang Rui maintained a gentle smile and quickly formulated a reply: "I have learned a lot from school, the most important point is: life, there is no dress rehearsal, every moment is live broadcast!"

Yang Rui said affectionately: "Because of this, we cherish every opportunity, whether it's studying, taking an exam, or doing an experiment, or participating in an interview, being interviewed by the media... all this is true."

His last sentence got some smiles, and it also confused more reporters.

To say that he did not express his meaning, it is certainly not, but to say that the answer is perfect, it is certainly not.

The reporters also couldn't tell what was wrong with Yang Rui's answer, or whether it was good or bad. In short, they got the answer and caught up with the craze.

In the atmosphere that you urged me to dare, Yang Rui poured out dozens of bowls of chicken soup in one breath, filled everyone with full, then Shi Ran left.

Only a group of reporters were left in the lobby, and they exchanged strange faces:

"How do you write this report."

"It feels good, but it's not coherent."

"I think it's too much, or else, let's write a series of reports?"

"Are you stupid, how many media outlets are there? You have run out of content without waiting for the second part of your series, believe it or not?"

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