After preliminary optimization of the high-temperature copper-carbon-silver composite superconducting material, Academician Zhang Pingxiang left Jinling with satisfaction.
It was almost the end of the year, and after Xu Chuan had properly arranged things for the Sichuan-Hai Materials Research Institute and the Qixia Mountain Controlled Nuclear Fusion Project, he was also preparing to return to his hometown from Jinling.
Although his parents didn't urge him, they called him several times to ask when he would come home.
As in previous years, Xu Chuan took the high-speed train from Jinling back to Star City. Although Zheng Hai said he could drive back, he refused.
Driving long distances is tiring and the speed is relatively slow.
If you take the high-speed rail, you can arrive in the afternoon if you leave in the morning. If you drive, it will take at least a day or more if you ensure safety.
As for using cars in my hometown, there is actually no shortage of them.
Anyway, every time he takes the high-speed rail to go somewhere else, Zheng Hai can always get a car out of his car after getting off the high-speed rail. He probably contacted the organization at the destination in advance or some department to dispatch it. It’s just a car. For organizations that are everywhere,
It's not something.
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On the other side, just as Xu Chuan boarded the high-speed train and headed home, in the Baling government office building nearly a thousand kilometers away, Baling's top leader Han Kangping was sitting at his desk, meticulously looking at the documents in his hands.
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As the Chinese New Year is approaching, it is a busy time for them, and all kinds of things, big and small, need to be arranged and handled properly.
At this moment, there were rapid and heavy footsteps outside the office, followed closely by the door being pushed open, and a male secretary who looked much younger trotted in.
Without taking a moment to catch his breath, the secretary who ran all the way over said hurriedly: "Boss, the traffic control department just received news that Mr. Zheng Hai, the driver of Academician Xu Chuan Xu, contacted us and applied for an Audi car...
.....”
Without saying anything, Han Kangping suddenly stood up and asked, "Academician Xu is back?"
After hearing the news, he had no intention of rushing in without knocking on his secretary's door and having some opinions to teach him.
The secretary quickly replied: "Well, I have confirmed with the transportation department here, and it is indeed Academician Xu who is back. He prefers to travel by high-speed rail, and the Chinese New Year is coming soon, so he should be back to celebrate the New Year."
Hearing this, Han Kangping put down the signature pen in his hand, grabbed the coat draped on the back of his chair, and quickly said: "Contact people from other departments, and we will go to the high-speed rail station to meet you."
For Baling City, throughout history, there is only one academician-level figure who came out of here, and that dates back to nearly twenty years ago.
Academician Xu Chuan, who came out of 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.
Putting aside everything else, the administrative level attached to the academician title itself is already equivalent to deputy ministerial level treatment.
For a small prefecture-level city like Baling, the visit of a deputy-ministerial leader is a big deal.
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On the other side, on the high-speed train, Xu Chuan rubbed his nose and resisted the urge to sneeze.
The business class carriage was very quiet. He and Zheng Hai were the only two people in the empty carriage.
It’s not that he was being special, but that no one actually bought a business class seat. There were several other passengers in the same carriage when we departed from Jinling, but after they got off one after another, the entire carriage became like a special train.
This is quite normal. After all, the price of high-speed rail business seats is quite expensive. In some cases, it is even more expensive than the same distance as airplane business seats. Naturally, fewer people choose it.
For Xu Chuan, this is also good.
He enjoys the quiet environment of the carriage, which makes it easier for him to read journals, magazines, books and other information, and learn about the development of the outside world and the scientific research community.
After flipping through the journal in his hand, the phone on the small table vibrated. Xu Chuan picked up the phone and two letters of authority appeared on the interface.
It was a wedding invitation sent by Xu Hou, a boy from his village, asking if he was back for the New Year and if he had time to attend the wedding.
Staring at the information on the prestige, 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 had just turned twenty-two and officially turned twenty-three during the Chinese New Year two days ago. In other words, this young man got married at the age of twenty-three?
Even in rural areas, isn't this a bit too early?
After all, Baling is not an inland or poor 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 moment, Xu Chuan turned his head and glanced at Zheng Hai.
Keenly noticing his gaze, Zheng Hai turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"
After thinking for a while, Xu Chuan said: "When did you get married?"
Hearing this, Zheng Hai was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "I'm not married yet, but I'm already engaged. Why do you suddenly ask this? Do you want to get married?"
If this person gets married, it will be a good thing for the country, and the country would even like him to have more children.
Xu Chuan shook his head and said, "No, I'm getting married. I just sent an invitation."
Zheng Hai asked curiously: "You must have been your childhood friend since childhood, right? You are twenty-three this year? So it is indeed very early to get married."
Xu Chuan nodded and said, "Well, he was born in March and I was born in December. By the way, how old are you?"
Zheng Hai: "I will be thirty-three years old next spring."
Xu Chuan nodded and said, "Then I'm not in a hurry."
Zheng Hai: “??????”
He always feels like he said something wrong?
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On the other side, Baling.
In the reception hall of Balingdong Station, 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 banner pulled out by the staff and the media reporters standing on the side carrying long guns and short cannons made passersby turn around frequently.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After receiving the news, the Baling Municipal Government organized people and media reporters as quickly as possible to Baling East Station and waited in the reception hall.
Everyone waited in fear, and their hearts did not drop until they saw the figure walking out of the gate.
Walking forward quickly with the team behind him, Mayor Han Kangping greeted warmly from a distance: "Academician Xu, you have worked hard along the way! Welcome home!"
Looking at the crowd approaching, and then 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 greet him when he went home for the New Year in the past two years, but he did not expect that this year they would bring people directly to the high-speed rail station to greet him.
To be honest, he really didn't like this kind of reception, but since the other party was waiting here, he couldn't just turn around and leave.
After adjusting his mood and shaking hands with Mayor Han Kangping of Baling City with a smile on his face, Xu Chuan said with a smile: "I'm just going home to celebrate the New Year. Mayor Han, you are too grand.
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"No, this is what we should do." Han Kangping held Xu Chuan's hand enthusiastically and shook it, then said: "We in Baling have been waiting for almost twenty years, and finally we have another academician.
You are the pride of Baling and the pride of my hometown. I just want to express our gratitude on behalf of the 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 talking. When they talk to the folks, they say exactly what they say.
After chatting in the reception hall for a while, declining Mayor Han's invitation for dinner, and agreeing to talk again when we have time, Xu Chuan finally got rid of the enthusiastic leaders, followed Zheng Hai into the car, and drove towards his hometown.
go.
In fact, he still knows why the leaders in Baling City are so enthusiastic.
After all, in his current position, sometimes a casual word can bring about great changes in Baling.
Of course, Xu Chuan will not refuse to return to his hometown after being rich and powerful and promote the development of his hometown when he is able, just like in the early years when he had money, he funded the repair of the pond in the village.
After the Chuanhai Materials Research Institute releases some new products later, we will communicate with Baling again.
For people, hometown is always the destination in the heart. The leaders in Jinling have mentioned it to him in a vague way many times, wanting him to transfer his residence there, but he has always declined, precisely because this is where he belongs.
's hometown.
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In the car, Xu Chuan twisted his body and breathed a sigh of relief, saying: "Today I finally know how much influence an academician can have on a place."
To be honest, although the leaders of Baling City would take the initiative to visit his home in the past two years, this was the first time that he was directly blocked at the high-speed rail station to greet him like today.
He thought about it, and the biggest change in the past year was that he had obtained the title of academician of the two domestic academies.
In the driver's seat, Zheng Hai said with a smile: "This can only be said to be related to the limitations of what can be seen."
"For you, at the national level, it actually doesn't 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 highest level you can see.
scholar."
"Especially for your hometown. Since the founding of Baling, there has been only one academician. Now you are almost a hundred years old. You are the only child of Baling, so they are naturally enthusiastic."
Xu Chuan thought for a while and said: "That's true. Academicians also enjoy the treatment of deputy ministerial level. 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 and said softly: "For most academicians, what you said is fine."
"But for you, I'm afraid that'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 directly under the jurisdiction of the State Council. Where you live, there are permanent guards transferred from the army to protect your safety.
Opinions can go directly to the highest level, deputy ministerial level... I'm afraid it's not possible."
After hearing this sentence, Xu Chuan fell into thinking.
In his impression, he only remembered that academicians seemed to be treated at the deputy ministerial level. As for himself, to be honest, he really didn't think much about his rank and position after returning to China.
Now it seems that his status in the country is much more powerful than he thought?