"Don't you need to do it when studying and doing knowledge? Whether it is natural science or social science, they all talk about experimental investigation. They need to collect first-hand materials, then use mathematical tools to analyze, and finally draw conclusions. Every step must be supported by sufficient data.
, there must be strict arguments, this is the attitude that should be taken in learning. If you just sit at home, what can you study? If you can't even do your job well, how can you talk about your identity? "
A clear voice came over. Professor Yang, who was accusing Kuang Rongguang, was suddenly strangled by the neck and couldn't speak anymore. Of course he heard that the other party was accusing him. When he looked back, he saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old
The young man was standing outside the door, followed by two young men slightly younger than him.
Professor Yang glared and said loudly: "Which college are you from? Didn't you see the teacher talking here? Do you have the right to interrupt?"
"I'm not a student here, and I don't have the ability to pass the exam. I just came to pay a visit to Mr. Kuang."
Kuang Rongguang also noticed the three young people outside, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He walked towards the door with a smile: "You are Mr. Zhang Tinglan, right? I received a telegram from Tiegeng the day before yesterday."
After Wang Yongjiang recommended Kuang Rongguang to Zhang Tinglan, he sent a telegram to Kuang Rongguang, so Kuang Rongguang also had an impression. He had guessed it just now when he heard Zhang Tinglan's Northeastern accent.
"Mr. Kuang, please don't take offense at the intrusion."
"No, no, Tie Gu is an old friend of mine, but to be honest, this guy has a very high vision, and there are not many people who can be valued by him. He highly respects you, calling you a hero of the younger generation!"
The two people came to the courtyard while talking. Zhang Tinglan glanced at the other two people present. Professor Yang was in his thirties or forties. He was not tall, less than 1.6 meters tall. He was wearing a silk coat with his chest exposed.
Half of a gold chain, probably containing a pocket watch.
There was no smile on his face, as if someone owed him millions, especially since Zhang Tinglan had spoken very rudely just now. There was a hint of anger in his eyes as he stared at Zhang Tinglan.
Zhang Tinglan didn't pay attention to him at all, not even the famous Liang Caishen, let alone a small professor. He focused on the young man in his twenties.
He is tall and strong, with a somewhat simple-featured face, but his eyes are full and he appears to be very shrewd.
Especially those with high nose bridges. Most of these people have a straightforward temperament and a clear distinction between love and hate. However, they are dirty all over their bodies at this time and are far less glamorous than Professor Yang.
Kuang Rongguang smiled and introduced to Zhang Tinglan: "This man's name is Bayuzao, also known as Yunhua. When he was studying a few years ago, he studied English with me for a few days, and was later sent to study in the UK. Now Europe is at war, and he
I have been arranged to go to the United States to continue my studies, why don’t I take advantage of this time to come back and visit.”
When Zhang Tinglan heard that the other party was Bayusao, he was immediately shocked. Zhang Tinglan had met many famous figures, but he had never met a scientific researcher who left his name in the history of industry. This also shows that people engaged in technology in the Republic of China
Talent is so rare.
In Zhang Tinglan's impression, there are three geniuses who built aircraft, including Bayusao, Feng Ru and Wang Zhu. Feng Ru has unfortunately passed away. Zhang Tinglan certainly knows the value of aircraft in future wars, so he has already
Put Bayama Zao and Wang Zhu on the list that must be recruited.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Tinglan was a little excited to meet here. Kuang Rongguang said to Bayuzao again: "Yunhua, this is the eldest son of General Zhang Zuoxiang of the 27th Fengtian Division. Mr. Tiegong mentioned it."
Zhang Tinglan smiled and stretched out his hand: "Brother Ba, I saw you playing with these parts outside. You are so diligent and admirable!"
Bayuzao's hands were full of engine oil. When he saw Zhang Tinglan wanted to shake hands with him, he was at a loss. Zhang Tinglan didn't care about this and took his hand directly: "Everyone who works in this world is inevitably covered in mud.
It is respectable to be dirty on the body, but despicable when the heart is dirty!"
Zhang Tinglan's words were meant not only for Bayuzao, but also for Professor Yang. Originally, Professor Yang had already wanted to leave, but as soon as he heard this, he immediately became very angry. A young kid who was still young dared to accuse him.
He simply didn't want to live anymore, so he stopped immediately.
Bayuzao is a Mongolian and is naturally heroic. Zhang Tinglan didn't talk much from the beginning of the meeting, but he first pointed out how to do knowledge and mocked Professor Yang's attitude, which made him feel friendly immediately. He didn't pay attention to anything, and simply talked to Zhang Tinglan.
The hands were firmly held together.
Kuang Rongguang on the side saw everything and secretly admired in his heart that Zhang Tinglan gained Bayusao's favor through such a simple move. This young man is really not simple. No wonder Wang Yongjiang said so many good things for him and persuaded him.
Now it seems that it is not unreasonable to go to Fengtian.
Zhang Tinglan turned around and called Zhang Xueliang and Zhang Tingshu who were following him. Everyone had introduced each other. Kuang Rongguang wanted to invite Zhang Tinglan into the room and have a good talk, but Professor Yang still stood aside with a sneer. He couldn't completely ignore it.
, so he said to Zhang Tinglan: "This is the famous scholar Yang Shuqing. He studied in Japan in his early years and learned both Chinese and Western knowledge. In recent years, he has published countless articles and is famous all over the world."
"Don't dare. Didn't someone just brazenly say that Yang doesn't know how to learn?" Yang Shuqing squinted his face, as if he didn't bother to look at Zhang Tinglan.
"You are somewhat self-aware. Although the Japanese left Asia and joined Europe, they have not left the oriental cultural circle." Zhang Tinglan said with a smile: "Mr. Yang really cannot afford to learn Chinese and Western skills!"
From the first sentence Zhang Tinglan spoke, he poked Yang Shuqing's lungs. His chest was filled with anger, and his face turned red. He pointed at Zhang Tinglan and shouted sternly: "Boy, do you know where this place is? This is a university.
This is a place for teaching and educating people, not a place for you to run wild. Do you still know how to respect teachers and do you still have a tutor?"
Zhang Tinglan also recognized Professor Yang at this time. This guy did have some reputation in later generations. His writing style was pungent and many people were scolded by him. Later generations of academic circles highly praised him and called him a representative of the new culture.
But meeting him was not as good as being famous. This guy was so angry and frustrated, not like a well-educated scholar at all, so Zhang Tinglan simply became rude.
"Professor Yang, I have been talking to you calmly, but you have completely ignored your image as a scholar. I said that you don't understand the methods of learning. You can refute it with evidence, so why are you so ungraceful!"
Yang Shuqing has always been known for his eloquence and sharp articles. Even Yuan Shikai scolded him, and he was considered to have seen the world. However, he was suddenly offended by a young man, which made him lose his mind. He barely stabilized his emotions, and his face was as gloomy as water.
.
"Young man, Yang has written a book about introducing advanced Western cultural systems, innovating culture, bringing forth the new, shaping the character of the nation, and seeking a future for the country. He has been teaching and educating people for many years. You are young and ignorant, and you dare to speak nonsense. Not knowing how to learn is simply laughable."
"Professor Yang, I don't know what achievements you have made. Can you tell me about it? If it really convinces people, I am willing to apologize to you!"
"I'll let you learn a lot!" Yang Shuqing looked very confident when he mentioned his research. He clasped his hands behind his back, sighed, and then said: "China's backwardness of the West is the backwardness of Chinese culture. After my summary , there are three points in total: First, the Chinese people have no faith. The Chinese people pray to gods and worship Buddha, and then return to fulfill their wishes if they are successful. If they don’t work, just throw them aside. This is completely bribing the gods, with no respect at all, and is far inferior to Western piety!”
Yang Shuqing glanced at Zhang Tinglan as he spoke, looking very proud, as if he had grasped the truth.
"Second, Chinese people are extremely selfish. The common people can only see their own selfish interests and guard their own small families. The same is true for politicians. Everywhere is divided. How can it be compared to Western countries where the people are united and the country is unified? Wealthy and powerful.”
"Third, the Chinese people are deeply servile. They have to worship the emperor, officials, gods, Buddhas, and parents on their knees. They have long lost their bloody nature. In the West, there can be sailing heroes who conquer the world. In China, only those who can shout long live long live long live long live long live. Slave. This country has fallen to the extreme, and the people have become numb to the extreme. There is no hope of prosperity at all. It is so sad!"
Yang Shuqing's voice was mellow and rhythmic. At this time, some students happened to be passing by. When they saw Professor Yang delivering a lecture, everyone seemed very excited and gathered around, just like the groupies of later generations, with admiring expressions on their faces. Seeing the great scholar in their mind, the conscience of the country, making a lofty speech, the students who seemed to have some understanding nodded from time to time.
There was a trace of worry on Kuang Rongguang's face. He knew Yang Shuqing's sharpness very well. How could a young man like Zhang Tinglan compare with the old people who debated every day in newspapers? He even regretted that if he had stopped it earlier, , wouldn’t it be fine?
On the contrary, Zhang Tinglan looked calm and did not take Yang Shuqing seriously at all. The two of them were not opponents of the same order of magnitude.
"Professor Yang, is this your great discovery?"
"That's natural. Young man, you are a representative of the bad nature of the nation. It is precisely because you have no faith, so you have no sense of awe, that you dare to speak nonsense. If you apologize now, I will naturally not pursue you. If you still don't repent, I won't care about you behind the scenes. If you have any power, I will write an article to expose you!"
"Professor Yang, please don't be busy. Twenty or thirty students have already gathered here. Maybe some people have not heard Professor Yang's eloquent remarks. Let me say it again for everyone. Mr. Yang pointed at the mouth of the foreigner and said: How is this? It is so noble. It can make beautiful sounds, taste delicious flavors, and express love. It is truly a miracle of God's creation. It is amazing.
After finishing the compliment, Mr. Yang turned his head and saw a Chinese man’s butt. He glanced at his mouth and said, “It’s black, round, and smelly. It’s really ugly.” Then Mr. Yang came to the conclusion A great theory: Chinese people have a bad nature, and they spread it everywhere as if they have found a treasure."