Great Country Academician

After preliminary optimization of high-temperature copper-carbon-silver composite superconducting materials, Academician Zhang Pingxiang also left Jinling contentedly.

The time is approaching the new year, and after Xu Chuan has properly arranged the affairs of the Chuanhai Materials Research Institute and the Qixia Mountain Controlled Nuclear Fusion Project, he is also preparing to leave Jinling to return to his hometown.

Although the parents did not urge him, they have called several times to ask when he will go home.

As in previous years, Xu Chuan took the high-speed rail from Jinling back to Star City. Although Zheng Hai said he could drive back, he refused.

Driving long distances is tiring and relatively slow.

If you take the high-speed rail, you can arrive in the afternoon if you leave in the morning. If you drive, if you ensure safety, it will take at least one day.

As for the old family car or something, there is actually no shortage.

Anyway, every time he takes the high-speed rail to go to other places, after getting off the high-speed rail, Zheng Hai can always change into a car. Probably it was dispatched by contacting the destination organization or some department in advance. It's just a car, which is nothing to the ubiquitous organization.

On the other side, just as Xu Chuan was boarding the high-speed rail and heading home, in the office building of the Baling government nearly a thousand kilometers away, Han Kangping, the top leader of Baling, was sitting at his desk, meticulously looking at the documents in his hand .

The Chinese New Year is approaching, and it is time for them to be busy, and all kinds of things, large and small, must be arranged and handled properly.

At this moment, the sound of hurried and heavy footsteps came from outside the office, followed by the door being pushed open, and a male secretary who looked much younger ran in.

Without taking a breath, the secretary trotted all the way over and said in a hurry: "Boss, the traffic management just received the news that Mr. Zheng Hai, the driver of Academician Xu Chuanxu, contacted us and applied for an Audi car."

Without saying a word, Han Kangping stood up abruptly and asked, "Academician Xu is back?"

Hearing this news, he lost his mind when he rushed in without knocking on the door of his secretary and wanted to teach him some opinions.

The secretary quickly replied: "Well, I have confirmed with the traffic side that it is indeed Academician Xu who has returned. That person prefers to travel by high-speed rail, and it is almost the Chinese New Year now, so he should be back for the Chinese New Year."

Hearing this, Han Kangping put down the signature pen in his hand, grabbed the coat draped over the back of the chair, and quickly said: "Contact people from other departments, and we will go to the high-speed rail station to meet you together."

For Baling City, looking at the entire history, there is only one academician-level figure who went out from here, and it goes back nearly 20 years ago.

Academician Xu Chuan, who left under the jurisdiction of Baling City, is the second academician-level figure in the past twenty years, not to mention that he is also an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the Academy of Engineering.

This is the pride of Baling City.

Apart from other things, the administrative level attached to the title of academician alone is already the treatment of the deputy level.

For a small prefecture-level city like Baling, the presence of a deputy-level leader is also a big deal.

On the other side, on the high-speed train, Xu Chuan rubbed his nose, holding back the feeling of wanting to sneeze.

The business seat car was very quiet, and there were only him and Zheng Hai in the empty car.

It's not that he is special, but that no one buys a business seat. There were a few other guests in the same compartment when they departed from Jinling, but after getting off the train one after another, the entire compartment was like a special train.

This is quite normal. After all, business seats on high-speed trains are quite expensive, sometimes even more expensive than business seats on airplanes at the same distance. Naturally, fewer people choose them.

For Xu Chuan, this is also very good.

He quite enjoys the quiet environment of the carriage, which allows him to read some periodicals, magazines or book information, and learn about the development of the outside world and the affairs of the scientific research community.

After flipping through the periodicals in his hand, the mobile phone on the small table vibrated, Xu Chuan picked up the mobile phone, and two prestige letters appeared on the interface.

It was Xu Hou, a young man from his village, who sent the wedding invitation and asked if he came back for the New Year and if he had time to attend the wedding.

Staring at the information on Weixin, Xu Chuan was stunned for a moment.

Wedding invitation?

If he remembered correctly, Xu Hou seemed to be only a few months older than him.

He only turned 22 two days ago when he celebrated his junior year and officially entered 23. In other words, this Fa Xiao got married at the age of 23?

Even in the countryside, isn't it a bit too early?

After all, Baling is not an inland and impoverished area in the far west. Although it is a rural area, the age of marriage does not seem to be that young, right?

After thinking for a while, Xu Chuan turned his head and glanced at Zheng Hai.

Keenly noticing his gaze, Zheng Hai turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

After thinking about it, Xu Chuan said, "When did you get married?"

Hearing this, Zheng Hai was stunned for a moment, and said with a sneer, "I'm not married yet, but I'm engaged. Why do you suddenly ask this? Do you want to get married?"

If this person gets married, it would be a good thing for the country, and the country would even wish that he had more children.

Xu Chuan shook his head and said, "No, I'm getting married when I was young, and I just sent me an invitation."

Zheng Hai asked curiously: "Your childhood should be your partner in the same year as your childhood, right? Twenty-three this year? So it's really early to get married."

Xu Chuan nodded and said, "Well, he's born in March, and I'm born in December. By the way, how old are you?"

Zheng Hai: "I will be thirty-three years old in the spring of next year."

Xu Chuan nodded and said, "Then I'm not in a hurry."

Zheng Hai: "?????"

Does he always feel like he said something wrong?

On the other side, Baling.

In the reception hall of Baling East Station, more than a dozen middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes stood in the empty hall and waited in the cold wind.

On the side, the big red banners pulled up by the staff and the media reporters standing on the side carrying long guns and short cannons attracted passers-by to turn their heads frequently.

After receiving the news, Baling Municipal Fu organized its troops and media reporters to rush to Baling East Station as quickly as possible, and waited in the reception hall.

Everyone waited in fear, until they saw that figure walk out of the gate, and their hearts fell.

Walking forward with the team behind him, Mayor Han Kangping warmly greeted him from a long distance away: "Academician Xu, you have worked hard all the way! Welcome home!"

Looking at the crowd that was coming up, and then glanced at the banner that was pulled up behind the crowd, Xu Chuan sighed slightly in his heart.

He must know the government team of Baling City. They came to say hello to him when they went home for the New Year two years ago, but he didn't expect to bring people directly to the high-speed rail station to greet him this year.

To be honest, he really didn't like this kind of reception, but since the other party was already waiting here, it was impossible for him to turn around and leave.

After adjusting his mood, he went up to shake hands with Mayor Han Kangping of Baling City with a smile on his face, and then Xu Chuan smiled and said, "I'm just going home for a new year, Mayor Han, you guys are too grand. "

"Where, this is what we should do." Han Kangping shook Xu Chuan's hand with both hands enthusiastically, and continued: "We in Baling have been waiting for nearly twenty years, and finally another academician came out. You are the pride of Baling and the pride of my hometown, I just want to express our heartfelt gratitude for the fathers and folks in my hometown."

Hearing this, Xu Chuan smiled and said modestly: "I just did what I should do."

I have to say that these administrative leaders are really good at speaking. When they pull the villagers, fathers and ordinary people, they say the same thing on the scene.

After exchanging pleasantries in the reception hall for a while, he politely declined Mayor Han’s invitation for dinner, and agreed to talk again when he had time, Xu Chuan finally got rid of the group of enthusiastic leaders, followed Zheng Hai into the car, and drove towards his hometown go.

In fact, he still knew why the leaders of Baling City were so enthusiastic.

After all, in his current position, sometimes a casual word can bring great changes to Baling.

Of course, Xu Chuan would not refuse to drive the development of his hometown when he was able to return to his hometown after being rich, just like in the early years when he had money, he contributed money to repair the pond in the village.

Wait until the Chuanhai Material Research Institute releases some new products, and then communicate with Baling.

For people, hometown is always the destination in the heart. The leader of Jinling has secretly mentioned to him many times, wanting him to transfer his household registration there, but he has always declined, precisely because this is where he is. hometown.

In the car, Xu Chuan heaved a sigh of relief after twisting his body, and said, "Today I know how much influence an academician has on the place."

To be honest, although the leaders of Baling City would take the initiative to visit his house in the past two years, it was the first time that they were directly blocked at the high-speed rail station to greet him like today.

He thought about it, the biggest change in this year is that he won the title of academician of the two academies in China.

In the driver's seat, Zheng Hai smiled and said, "This can only be said to be related to the limitations of what you can see."

"For you, at the national level, it doesn't really matter whether you have the title of academician of the two academies. But for most of the leaders of prefecture-level cities, the title of academician is almost the top level that can be seen. scholars."

"Especially for your hometown. Since the founding of Baling, there has only been one academician, and they are almost a hundred years old now. You are the only seedling of Baling, so they are naturally enthusiastic."

Xu Chuan thought for a while, and said, "That's true. Academicians enjoy the treatment of deputy ministers anyway. For prefecture-level cities, this level is quite high."

Hearing this, Zheng Hai coughed unnaturally, and said, "Maybe you have some misunderstandings about your status and level?"

Xu Chuan: "?"

Zheng Hai looked at the rearview mirror facing the rear window glass, and said softly: "For most academicians, what you said is not a problem."

"But for yourself, I'm afraid it's not the case."

"Whether it is the nuclear waste project in Qidong or the controllable nuclear fusion project in Qixia Mountain, they are all units under the direct jurisdiction of the State Council. There are guards dispatched from the army to guard the place where you live. Opinions can directly reach the highest level, the deputy level. I'm afraid it can't be done."

After hearing these words, Xu Chuan fell into deep thought.

In his impression, he only remembered that an academician seemed to be treated at the deputy level. As for himself, to be honest, he really didn't think much about what level and position he was in after returning to China.

Now it seems that his status in the country seems to be much stronger than he thought?

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