The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 1128 High school does not mean illiteracy
"Is this photo of you~?"

"It's not me~!"

"Really?"

"How does this look like me?"

"I said this is you~!"

"I said this isn't me~!"

"It clearly says Steel Mill, how come it's not you?"

"There are many cadres with the same body shape as me in the steel mill. Why do you suspect me?"

In dormitory 204.

It is not known where Song Wenshan got the Beijing Evening News from. At this moment, he was holding the newspaper and confronting Li Feng while looking at the group photo of people at the Red Star Bridge.

Unfortunately, the resolution of cameras these days is already low, and when the photos are printed, they appear even more blurry. Only the outstanding height can be slightly resolved, but Li Feng would never admit it.

Song Wenshan looked at Li Feng suspiciously. The Beijing Evening News did not mention his personal name. Instead, it used the Red Star Steel Mill as the protagonist and explained the bridge construction, which embodied a kind of collectivist power.

Li Feng is an old acquaintance of Chief Editor Meng and they had communicated in advance. Li Feng didn't care. What he wanted was to raise the reputation of the factory and it would be best if this report could be seen by places where bridges needed to be built.

Unfortunately, Song Wenshan got it first.

"So you went back yesterday?"

"Go back and have a meeting. Didn't the newspaper say that this bridge is of great significance to our Red Star Steel Rolling Mill? It represents the creation of something from nothing and embodies the spirit of overcoming difficulties. We must know the next step of the work in advance~!"

Li Feng, who was sitting in front of the desk, tilted his head and looked at Song Wenshan with a strange look, which made the young man think that he was being suspicious.

But Ren Xiaobin next to them didn't say a word. He just watched the two people arguing with each other without putting down the book in his hand.

"Hey, Xiaobin, you even held the book upside down, and you didn't even know it~!"

This time he returned empty-handed and was laughed at by Ren Xiaobin. Song Wenshan felt a little embarrassed and wanted to leave, but he was unwilling to give up and made fun of Ren Xiaobin.

Ren Xiaobin, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, hurriedly turned the book upside down. As a result, Song Wenshan burst out laughing, and Li Feng also laughed. It turned out that his book was not turned upside down, and now he was being teased.

"I knew you were not a good kid. You read books every day and are more serious than anyone else~!"

Faced with Song Wenshan's "aggression", Ren Xiaobin's face suddenly turned purple. Just as he was about to defend himself, Li Feng tried to smooth things over.

"Oh, that's enough. I was wondering why you were in such a hurry to find me. It's just a photo. Look how excited you are~!"

Li Feng turned a corner of the place he was looking at, stood up, and stretched towards the windowsill. In the distance, he could only see the corner of Kunming Lake and the Summer Palace.

"This photo is unusual. Look, they are all standing in the center, and next to him is the deputy mayor. I said that his figure looks a bit like you, but it's impossible for you to stand next to him. Who is this person?"

Unwilling to give up, Song Wenshan still looked at Li Feng suspiciously as he stood up. If it wasn't a black and white photo, or if it was enlarged a little bit, he would be 100% sure.

"This one, it's our factory's chief engineer, right? It should be him, relatively young, about the same height as me, well-mannered, and technically savvy. He was in charge of building this bridge~!"

Li Feng snatched the newspaper from Song Wenshan's hand, picked it up and studied it carefully. After scratching his chin, he said uncertainly.

"Okay, I'm going to go back now. You guys need to hurry up and do your history homework. Professor Wang is very strict. If you fall behind in your homework, be careful that he will deduct points~!"

As a student of this course, I did not forget to mention it before leaving. It can be said that I have done my best and finally got over the previous article.

"Okay, I'll do it right away and won't make it difficult for you. Xiaobin, have you written yours? Let me have a look~!"

When Song Wenshan heard that Li Feng was about to copy homework in front of him, his forehead suddenly turned black.

"Don't look at me. I have a high school degree, which is different from you. My wording is not rigorous enough, and my cultural foundation is not deep enough. Our class also has to emphasize collectivism, and no one can be left behind~!"

When it comes to fallacies, Li Feng is good at it. The main reason is that this course is too much of a test of one's brain capacity. Major events happen almost every year. The courses that Li Feng remembers in his mind are all political courses from decades later, which are not in line with the current era. He really needs to refer to them.

"Newspaper~!"

"I leave it to you. If you don't pay attention to the news in your factory, how can you pursue progress~!"

Song Wenshan had nothing to say about Li Feng's sophistry. When he was shameless enough, he could not be kidnapped by morality. "Progress, I love learning, I love Marxist-Leninist thought, learning the great Mao Zedong thought to arm myself, that is the pursuit of progress~!"

After leaving the dormitory, Song Wenshan smiled helplessly. He was completely helpless with Li Feng. He was like a piece of meat on a rolling pin, and he had a taciturn roommate. There was no chance for him to get to know him better.

With first-class merit and a high school diploma, it is not impossible for him to enter school with them, but logically and normally, it should be more appropriate to send him to a military academy, but on the contrary, I always feel that there are some tricks involved. Unfortunately, Li Feng is more slippery than a loach.

When other people wanted to go out, the department head refused to approve it, so why should Li Feng leave the school?

He took out a White Rabbit cigarette from his pocket, peeled it and put it in his mouth. It tasted sweet. Not only him, but other students also got one, regardless of gender. He was so cunning.

In the dormitory.

After Song Wenshan left, Ren Xiaobin's complexion gradually returned to normal.

When he heard Li Feng say that he wanted to refer to his homework, he didn't say anything, but opened the drawer of his desk, took it out, and handed it over silently.

"My writing is not good either. Yang Zhihai is from the Department of Political Science, his should be better~!"

Ren Xiaobin, who majored in chemistry, was almost the same as the science students. He was indeed not as skilled in the use of words as the students who majored in politics. His whole paper was dry, like a piece of Soviet black bread.

But Li Feng didn't need it. After just flipping through the book, he got inspired and started writing quickly.

"Why do I need to be so good-looking? I have a low level of education, and my writing is like the god of literature descending to earth. The professor won't believe it. If he singles me out later, it will be my shame. Your writing style matches my education~!"

Well, these words didn't sound very nice, but seeing that Li Feng had already started writing and was not just copying ideas but had his own opinions, Ren Xiaobin finally felt relieved.

"I am a little confused about the Principles of Socialism and Marxist Philosophy. I may finish my homework later~!"

Unlike how he treats others, at least after living in the same dormitory with Li Feng for a long time, the relationship is naturally a little different from the beginning. Ren Xiaobin talks to Li Feng a little more, but he still has difficulty integrating with other classmates.

"Principle, philosophy, meaning, principle, definition, I really mean, what do you chemistry majors usually do in class?"

"Doing experiments, reaction experiments, chemical analysis, mainly rely on understanding, which is somewhat different from rote memorization now. I like experimental classes, where I can understand the periodic law of elements, the arrangement and combination of molecules, and the structural characteristics of cells~!"

Thinking of the various courses before graduation, Ren Xiaobin suddenly fell into memories. Here, there are no beakers, no alcohol lamps, no microscopes, only books. If he had known that this would be the life, he probably would not have accepted the advice of the university professor and come here.

"Stop, stop, stop. I don't understand the things in the microscopic world. These alone are enough for me to explore in my lifetime. Don't explain them to me~!"

Li Feng shook the pen he was holding. Nowadays, sometimes the ink of the pen would run out while he was writing. He didn't know why, but he had to shake it, just like a big-butt TV needed to be tapped.

He missed that Parker gold pen a little. Although it was a bit old and had been through many hands, it was still very useful.

"It's great that you know the term microscopic world. They really exist, and that's something you can never pursue in your entire life~!"

"I only have a high school education, but I'm not illiterate. Don't look at me like a fool. I can't stand it~!"

Looking at Ren Xiaobin's eyes beside the bed, Li Feng glared at him, and then continued to work hard. In the eyes of researchers, Ren Xiaobin, although he has rich knowledge reserves, looks a little silly.

"You are not a fool. How can a fool be a leader? Although I don't know how big the steel mill is, you can stand with the deputy mayor, which is a middle position. You are either the director or the deputy director~!"

Picking up the newspaper that Li Feng had casually thrown next to the desk, Ren Xiaobin began to study it, but he was not looking at the photos, nor at the reports about the steel mill, but at the news on other pages.

"Don't praise me so highly. I've already told Song Wenshan that this is not me. Don't mess with me. You've messed up my thoughts!"

Li Feng looked a little impatient and complained to Ren Xiaobin without even raising his head.

"If it's you, just call the factory to confirm and you'll know. He insisted on coming over to ask, and since you don't want to say it, there must be a reason~!"

The pen tip paused slightly, Li Feng turned his head and looked at Ren Xiaobin with a strange expression. Yes, he really wanted to confirm that it was indeed a matter of a phone call. The linear thinking of science students can easily simplify complex things.

Song Wenshan, who came running to the door, did seem a bit foolish. In this regard, his down-to-earth handling was not as convenient and quick as Ren Xiaobin's.

"Okay, I admit it. It's me, the second secretary, deputy director and union chairman of the steel mill, Li Feng. Okay, you know it. Keep it a secret for me. Only you know it~!"

Why did I hide this from my classmates and only say that I was an ordinary cadre in the factory? Because I was too young and I had received a lot of help from noble people along the way.

When this group of students graduated this year, they would have chosen to be assigned to level 23, and after becoming regular employees, they would have only been at level 22. The level difference was too huge. Even though Li Feng was generally one or two years older than them, and some were even three or four years older, it was still a bit exaggerated.

They have no salary, and the people's scholarship is only less than ten or twenty yuan, while his salary is more than a hundred yuan.

People are jealous...