In May 1980, when my country's first Dongfeng was about to hit the sky.

Comrade Jiangshan, who couldn't help much, decided to do a small favor.

Harbin Medical University, Department of Medicine.

Looking at his senior brothers and sisters standing in front of the teaching building taking graduation photos, Wo Weihan, who was sitting on the playground, also began to look forward to his graduation ceremony next year.

"I envy them so much," Wo Weihan said to the classmates around him: "I heard that the units assigned to this year's graduates are very good, but I don't know what it will be like next year."

"It's probably not even bad," the fellow junior classmate smiled at Wo Weihan and said, "You don't have to worry. With such good grades like yours, you'll probably be hired by the internship unit directly."

Wo Weihan, who is over 30 years old, raised the corner of his mouth: "If it is an ordinary unit, I would not hesitate to keep it!"

"Aren't you prepared to obey the assignment?"

"It's not disobedience," Wo Weihan arranged the order: "If possible, I would like to take another graduate student exam."

Wo Weihan, who is currently in his third year of college, not only wants to continue his studies, but is also thinking about the opportunity to study abroad at public expense.

If he were not destined to Jiangshan, everything would develop according to the process of the previous life:

Bachelor's degree from Harbin Medical University - Master's degree from the Chinese Academy of Sciences - Researcher of the Chinese Academy of Sciences - Studying abroad for a Ph.D. at public expense - After graduation, he abandoned the Institute of the Chinese Academy of Sciences that trained him - Stayed abroad and became a traitor - Returned to China to exploit Guo Wanju, an expert in induced bomb technology

——Stealing the East Wind——End.

"Graduate student? You..."

Just when the students on the side were about to ask a few more questions, the counselor not far away waved over.

"Wo Weihan, the department director asked you to go there."

"Department Chairman?" Wo Weihan quickly stood up: "Do you know what it is?"

"It seems that your internship unit has implemented it."

Upon hearing this, Wo Weihan clenched his fists: "Great!"

With his excellent score of being number one in his professional course, a hospital should have come to take over him long ago.

…

"Pujiang Tongyi Match Factory?"

At the desk of the department head, a teacher who was nearly 50 years old thought he had misheard: "Did I hear that right, Lao Lu?"

"It's absolutely true," Director Lu himself also smiled bitterly: "Classmate Wo Weihan's internship unit is in Pujiang."

"No," as a class teacher, Teacher Song must be responsible for her students:

"It's great to be able to go to Pujiang, but how can it be a match factory? Wo Weihan's grades have never fallen out of the top five in our class."

"It's no use even if he's number one," Director Lu knocked on the table:

"In addition to Pujiang's Second Lighting Bureau, the National Machinery Ministry and the Tourism Bureau are all asking for him from the school.

Three gold medals, classmate Wo Weihan must obey."

Teacher Song, who heard about this situation for the first time, opened his eyes wide in shock.

"So many government agencies are asking for him?" It sounded exciting, but the class teacher soon realized a problem: "But none of them are professional counterparts?"

“Is cross-industry management strange in our country?”

"No," Teacher Song was surprised: "Are the positions assigned by these three departments the same?"

Director Lu, who was silent, nodded.

"Are they all match factories?"

"Now do you realize how complicated the problem is?"

Class teacher: "I'm just confused..."

"I have also inquired carefully about this issue," the department chair said, still very responsible:

"The position they gave Mr. Wo Weihan is actually a research and development room in the match factory, a department that specializes in research and development of new products. It seems to be a professional counterpart."

head teacher:"……"

"Moreover," Director Lu said: "This match factory is the designated export unit of Pujiang City. It is more profitable than ordinary match factories. The salary you get after joining will never be lower than that of Harbin No. 1 Hospital."

Class teacher: "But..."

At this moment, classmate Wo Weihan ran over excitedly: "Report."

"Come in," Director Lu saw him and smiled kindly: "Congratulations, Wo Weihan, you are the first classmate in our department to be named by the employer to leave."

"Really Director?"

Wo Weihan, the proud son of heaven, always thought he was the best: "Which hospital is it?"

Director Lu smiled and shook his head: "It's not a hospital."

"It's not a hospital," Wo Weihan's eyes lit up: "Is it a scientific research institute?"

"Almost," Director Lu read out the notice: "The organization has arranged for you to go to the Uni-President Match Factory in Pujiang City."

"What factory?" Wo Weihan, who was smiling brightly, froze instantly: "Fire...match factory?"

"According to the content of the notice," Director Lu, who was as steady as a rock, said with an increasingly serious expression:

"You have to report to the R&D office of Tongyi Match Factory within a week. At the same time, your household registration will also be transferred."

"That is to say," the head teacher suddenly realized a key point: "Wo Weihan in our class will become a Pujiang native."

"Yes, that's right."

"This is great news."

Director Lu: "I have said before that this is a very good position."

"But,"

At this moment, Wo Weihan was about to lose control: "I obviously studied medicine, how...how could I be assigned to the match factory?"

Not even the match factory in Pujiang. His ideal is not to be the big brother of workers.

"Woweihan,"

Director Lu immediately gave a stern education: "You have to make it clear that all organizational arrangements have been carefully considered.

Besides, you went to the match factory to develop new products, not the workshop.

In a sense, it is also contributing to the four modernizations of the motherland.

What? Aren’t you willing to contribute to the four modernizations?”

Upon hearing this, Wo Weihan quickly waved his hand: "That's not what I meant. It turns out that I went to the match factory to do research and development. Don't worry, Mr. Lu, I promise to complete the task."

Wo Weihan is not an impulsive young student. People in their 30s certainly know the consequences of disobeying assignments.

If you take a step back and think about it, it would be nice to be able to work in Pujiang as soon as you graduate.

As long as you work hard, maybe it won't take long before you can be transferred to a major local hospital in Pujiang...

At this time, Wo Weihan still didn't know that in order to get this talent like him.

Jiang Shan, who never made any demands to the organization, not only named him but transferred him to Pujiang.

They are also planning to arrange a confidential position for him in the match factory that he will never leave.

In short, Xu Muchun from the Light Industry Bureau gave Jiangshan 200% support for Jiangshan's proposal to keep pace with the times and set up a scientific research factory.

…

New York, Metropolitan Museum.

After Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang were asked to leave by Fang Wen, the person in charge of the Asia Pavilion, Jiang Shan, who was carrying the machine, continued to complete the filming of the "Mingxuan" exhibition hall with his team members.

Then, taking advantage of the fact that they had a shooting permit in hand today, the group of people quickly set up their stance in the exhibition hall.

"The Physician's Sutra Changes", "The Night Is White", "Five Dynasties Yue Kiln Dragon Pattern Plate", "Western Zhou Bronze Forbidden", "Warring States Period Twisted Dragon-shaped Jade Pendant"...

"Bamboo and Two Birds·Song Huizong", "Cypress Trees in Wheat Field·Van Gogh", "Water Lilies·Monet", "Virgin and Child and Saints·Raphael"...

After a busy afternoon, it wasn't until he returned to the hotel in the evening that Jiang Shan took the opportunity to inquire about Huang Yongyu.

"Uncle Yongyu, where did Director Fang take you this afternoon?"

"Finally I couldn't hold my breath any longer," Huang Yongyu, who was biting his pipe, laughed: "I thought you were serious enough to listen."

"Weren't we in front of outsiders just now?" Jiang Shan said with a smile: "Now when there are no outsiders, please tell me."

Hearing this, Yu Sigui, who accompanied him into the house, laughed with satisfaction.

In the guest room of the Waldorf Astoria, Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang, who had been outside for a long time, sat comfortably on the sofa.

"If you really want to talk about it, you really can't say it in front of outsiders," Huang Yongyu glanced at Wang Shixiang: "Am I right?"

"Well," Wang Shixiang nodded: "Xiao Jiang, have you heard of Wang Jiqian?"

"Wang Jiqian?" Jiang Shan shook his head: "I've never heard of it."

Who is Wang Jiqian?
To be continued...