readx(); Academician Xue Kang, who is 83 years old this year, feels that he is still quite foreign.

In 1919, the eighth year after the Xinhai Revolution, 17-year-old Xue Jianxing went to study in France, the victorious country of World War I, one year earlier than Comrade Xiaoping, who studied in France through the preparatory school for studying in France.

France had just ended World War I, with a quarter of the country's young men killed, one-third disabled, and the rest of the industrial workers on strike every day.

The more low-level politics is, the less serious and down-to-earth it is, and Comrade Xue Jianxing liked to listen to the speeches of French street politicians at that time, and also liked to participate in various votes of ordinary workers.

Reduce man-hours, pro!

Increase wages, pro!

Add security devices, pro!

Are you a student, how did you come to vote?

It is very important to create some suspense when voting, otherwise, everyone's enthusiasm for participating in politics will be consumed.

It is when you support him and she supports him that the atmosphere is the most enthusiastic.

Liang Ce got a vote, which made the old academician Xue Jianxing feel very relieved, it is not decent to shave his head, and there is no room to play, although every time he sings a vote, Xue Jianxing has to say something, but after all, he is old, he thinks slowly about words, and he is always not enough to spend his head.

Or the suspense that has been prepared for a long time is more engaging.

The old academician Xue Jianxing thought so, and sang even slower in the next vote.

"Come, let's see......" Academician Xue Jiankang sang the lyrics, moving slowly.

The people sitting in the front row clearly saw Academician Xue's hands stirring around in the ballot box.

Liang Ce, who closed his eyes and waited for death, waited for a long time, and before he could wait for the end of the vote, he couldn't help but open his eyes.

Jiang Tonghua's eyes didn't close, and he looked at Academician Xue's hand stupidly.

I saw that Academician Xue was playing Tai Chi in the ballot box, turning around to the farthest point, turning his palm, turning around again, taking a look, shaking his head, turning his palm back again, another circle of Tai Chi, and then turning back......

10 seconds.

20 seconds.

Half a minute.

One minute.

Academician Xue's hand hadn't been taken out of the ballot box yet, and now not only the people in the front row, including Yang Rui and others sitting in the middle, were also staring at Academician Xue's hand, thinking to themselves for some reason.

Suddenly, Academician Xue's Tai Chi movements stopped.

I saw Academician Xue holding his reading glasses with his other hand, nodding and nodding again, before he showed a slight smile and said, "Now it is the eighteenth vote, and the current vote ratio is sixteen to one...... If Yang Rui gets one more vote, he will win...... Kindness...... Let's take a look at the next vote......

Will Yang Rui be able to qualify for the committee in advance......

It's a pity.

The eighteenth vote was given to Comrade Jiang Ce. Academician Xue raised the ballot in his hand, circled around to both sides, and handed it to his assistant.

The assistant lowered his head and took it, glanced at it, turned back on the blackboard, and drew another stroke for Liang Ce, with a blank expression.

"Sixteen to two, let's move on to the next ticket. ”

Academician Xue said, and once again carried the Tai Chi movement.

Half a minute.

One minute.

One and a half minutes.

"It's Liang Ce again, this vote is also for Liang Ce, well, sixteen to three!"

"Liang Ce. Well, is it getting intense, sixteen to four!"

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

The eighty-three-year-old academician peeked at the ballot on the spot, thinking that he had not been discovered!

The eighty-three-year-old academician plays Tai Chi, you are neither surnamed Chen nor Yang nor a son-in-law, how fast can you be your own angular speed!

An eighty-three-year-old academician performs magic tricks, are you doing special training in a blind class?

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

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

"There is still hope for a comeback. Academician Xue said to himself.

"Hmm...... ......Isn't it? Kindness...... Nor is it ...... En...... "Academician Xue said to himself.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes.

"There is!" Old Academician Xue was overjoyed, raised his head, and said, "Okay, let's take a look at the next ticket." The twenty-first vote was cast for Liang Ce. ”

"Well, it's sixteen to five. Academician Xue said happily: "Look, Comrade Liang Ce is still very promising!"

The expressions of everyone present were similar to those of Academician Xue's assistant.

Hold on.

An eighty-three-year-old academician who has sweated and contributed to the development of Chinese biology and dedicated all his youth to the republic, doesn't he have a hobby?

Only Liang Ce, his face was white as if he had lost too much blood.

He wasn't happy at all, he wasn't excited at all!

Jiang Tonghua also has the urge to smash the blackboard, everyone knows that he and Liang Ce are together, and countless people have seen him canvassing for Liang Ce, but until now, Academician Xue's Tai Chi hand has been mixing for a long time before he made up the word "positive".

Jiang Tonghua assured that he didn't beat anyone because he was afraid of losing face, but because he was afraid that Xue's healthy old bones would not be able to stand it.

"Let's see what kind of surprise it will give us in the next ticket. Xue Jiankang on the stage was a little tired, leaning on the chairman's table, sticking to the microphone to speak, even if it was vague, it could be heard.

His Tai Chi hand was slower, and he had to pause for longer to look at the tickets.

And every time he looked at the vote and then put it down, Liang Ce felt that a knife was stabbed in his chest.

"Surprise you giant panda, do you really think that the ballot is hidden deeper than the giant panda's pregnancy?" Liang Ce had nowhere to vent, and his hand crunched the chair.

Xue Jianxian's Tai Chi hand picks up, puts down, picks up, puts down, picks up, and then directions...... The cycle repeatedly, like a chainsaw, tearing on Liang Ce's body.

Liang Ce was angry mixed with shame, shame mixed with incomprehension, and incomprehension mixed with pain.

Before, they planned to persuade 10 people to vote for themselves, and for this reason, they also asked the old man of the Liang family to come forward.

But the current situation, let alone 10 votes, is that Liang Ce and their own votes have not been enough. The members of the GMP committee, including Jiang Tonghua, have six people who are subject to the health system, and these six people have always been regarded by Liang Ce as iron, perhaps not as iron as Jiang Tonghua, but they are also as iron as cast iron.

In other words, counting himself, Liang Ce should have at least 7 votes out of 33 votes. These 7 votes are 7 votes belonging to his own people, plus 10 votes to ensure that Liang Ce enters the committee.

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

Liang Ce only saw a total of 5 votes.

Where did the remaining 2 votes go.

At this time, Liang Ce's eyes were red, he was no longer looking at his votes, he was looking at who Liang traitor who betrayed him.

Xue Jianxian's hand was inserted in the ballot box, and he didn't pull it out for a long time.

The scholars who saw through the secret, but they were not in a hurry, everyone was quietly waiting for Comrade Xue Jianxing's next vote, and occasionally a few people exchanged heads, and they were also surprised by the difference in the number of votes in the by-election.

"Well...... No......" Xue Jianxing suddenly sighed regretfully.

Immediately afterward, as if he was worried that he would leak his mouth, he hurriedly said: "I mean my eyes are not good, and I can still see, but it is a little unclear." ”

As he spoke, Xue Jianxing picked up a vote, stretched it far to the front, and said: "The twenty-second vote, or if it is voted for Yang Rui, it means that Yang Rui is voted to enter the GMP committee." If you vote for Liang Ce, Liang Ce will still have a chance. ”

"The twenty-second ticket, the one who got this ticket is - Yang Rui!" As soon as Xue Jianxing's voice fell, he began to clap his hands, and his voice was a little small, which was about the sequelae of Tai Chi playing too much.

In the conference hall, there was a more enthusiastic applause, one percent for Yang Rui, and ninety percent for the old academician Xue Jianxing.

Academician Xue Jianxing looked into the microphone and said unsatisfied: "Although it is a bit regrettable, we still need to count the remaining votes." Of course, we first welcome Comrade Yang Rui to join the Pharmaceutical Production Quality Management Committee. ”

The thunderous applause of the audience was accompanied by the rapid singing of the old man Xue Jianxing-relatively before.

"One vote Yang Rui. ”

"One vote Yang Rui. ”

"For Yang Rui. ”

"It's strange, it's still for Yang Rui. ”

"There were two people who didn't vote for me. Liang Ce stared at Xue Jianxing, who was presbyopia and farsighted, and his face sank as if he was about to hit the ground.

Chiang Tonghua was terrified, and for him, losing the support of two hardcore members meant an even greater loss. The hegemony of the GMP committee that he envisioned may have to be redesigned.

"Maybe it's not sung yet. Jiang Tonghua said something he didn't believe, trying to dissipate Liang Ce's anger.

Liang Ce didn't bother to laugh, and said stiffly: "After looking for four or five minutes, I can't find a ticket, can I still sing it?"

"Maybe ......"

"Let's go to Daoxi, too. Liang Ce didn't want to listen to Jiang Tonghua's words of luck anymore, he stood up, put his hands in his pockets, tried his best to put on an expression of nonchalance, and strode towards Yang Rui.

Jiang Tonghua said a "yes" worriedly, lowered his head to follow Liang Ce, and when he looked up again, he saw a wrinkled old face like bark.

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