Rebirth Lord of Time and Space

Chapter 267 From Abroad
"Above? Yanjing? And foreign guests?"

Zhou Ruijin was startled, his whole body froze there, his brows were clenched,
'At this critical moment, who is above?Could it be for Wang Rufeng's face?Also, it seems that only Wang Rufeng has a deep relationship in Yanjing, and he is a cultural celebrity who often conducts academic exchanges with foreign guests. '

Thinking of this, Zhou Ruijin's face became ugly, and the resentment towards Wang Rufeng deepened in his heart. Why are you an old man like this?I have half of my foot in the coffin, not to mention my hot temper, and now I have moved people from above and from the capital to press me down.

But he was very helpless, he was just an official in a small place, and he was really helpless in the face of such a famous scholar who held a pen and had complicated relationships behind him.

"gentlemen!"

The secretary yelled again, and Zhou Ruijin came back to his senses, with an ugly expression on his face, and said, "Since you are a comrade from Yanjing, go and welcome him."

Chai Ruoxia followed closely behind Zhou Ruijin, never leaving.

Wang Rufeng frowned, thinking carefully, why did the people from Yanjing and the province come here?And foreign guests?
'Could it be that people from the cultural exchange field brought foreign exchange groups to exchange and study with me? '

'right!It must be so. '

Wang Rufeng is a well-known scholar in China. Many members of the Ministry of Culture are good friends with him. Scholars from the international academic circle often come to him for exchanges and visits.

Therefore, after hearing what the secretary said just now, he adjusted his clothes quietly, pressed down a few flying hairs against the reflective place, restrained his angry face, raised the corners of his mouth, and tried his best to make his smile look gentle .

He followed behind Zhou Ruijin, ready to go and have a look.

At this time, a convoy had already driven in, and the car in front was very low-key. The old Audi A6 had a moderate style, but the special white license plate was extremely dazzling.

Followed by seven or eight Hongqi L5 concierge cars, the body size of this car is between Rolls-Royce Phantom and Ghost, very grand, and the details of the appearance and interior are integrated with Chinese cultural elements. It is a special ceremonial car for Huaxia to receive foreign guests.

At the end, there is a very low-key medium-sized bus. This minibus comes from the domestically produced Yutong Automobile, and its shape resembles Toyota Coaster.This kind of car is known as the first class on land, with spacious space and complete facilities. Generally, leaders of enterprises and institutions like to use this spacious and comfortable minibus when traveling.

This row of convoys was both calm and luxurious, especially the white license plate that had already made Zhou Ruijin's heart thump.

"Snapped!"

The car door opened, and a rare old man wearing a buttoned shirt, a melon cap, leaning on a mahogany cane, and wearing old Yanjing cloth shoes came down.

The old man had gray temples, but was hale and hearty. He walked towards this side slowly with steady steps.

Everyone's eyes were involuntarily attracted by the old man's aura.

As soon as Zhou Ruijin saw the old man, he quickened his pace and trotted to meet him.

In fact, many people have recognized it.

That's... Li Chunqiu... Mr. Li!

Li Chunqiu is the president of the Writers Association, the head of the cultural unit, the winner of the National Book Award in the United States, the winner of the Chinese Literature Award...

'Why is Mr. Li here? '

Everyone looked at each other.

Behind him was a middle-aged man who was nearly forty, with a gentle manner, but compared to Li Chunqiu's restrained temperament, he seemed too sharp.

Many people don't know this person, but Zhou Ruijin and Chai Ruoxia dare not ignore him.

This person is exactly Sun Xuebin, who is in charge of Jiangnan Education.

And behind him was a man in his thirties with a majestic demeanor, but few people at the scene knew him. Lin Fei recognized it at a glance. It was Long Xiao, the deputy leader of the dragon team who broke up unhappy last time.

'Why is he here? '

Lin Fei frowned, full of doubts in his heart.

Afterwards, twenty or thirty foreigners came down here sparsely. The average age is basically over 50 years old, and all of them are dressed in more orthodox clothes. They look very elegant and have a scholarly atmosphere.

"Old Li, Officer Sun, why are you here?"

With a smile on his face, Zhou Ruijin asked cautiously.

"Xiao Zhou."

Li Chunqiu just nodded politely, and quickly jumped over him, as if Zhou Ruijin only deserved this nod.

Zhou Ruijin looked embarrassed, and a look of shame and anger flashed in his eyes.Although you, Li Chunqiu, are a cultural celebrity, a scholar, and have a respected status, you can't just ignore me!
But, soon, his shame and indignation disappeared without a trace, and turned into surprise!
I saw an old Caucasian man walking behind Li Chunqiu. She was already white-haired, with her long hair coiled up high, revealing her wrinkled cheeks.

Although she is from the United States, she is wearing a Chinese cheongsam, with a sense of elegance and tranquility that has gone through the ups and downs of the world, as if she can exude a faint fragrance, making everyone feel a sense of comfort like a spring breeze.

With just one glance, Zhou Ruijin was stunned and couldn't hide his beating heart anymore.

Chai Ruoxia behind him was also stunned, rubbing his eyes in disbelief.

Wang Rufeng even covered his mouth, trembling and speechless.

'This...this is...Ms. Pearl Booker who bears the title of Living Buddha. '

She also has another name in China, Sai Baiyu.

She is nearly 90 years old this year. During the war more than 60 years ago, she was a doctor. She resigned from a good life in the United States and resolutely came to China as a volunteer.

She stayed in China for eight years and used her medical skills to save thousands of Chinese people.

Back then, she established an infirmary and an orphanage in Haizhou, and rescued countless Chinese teenagers.

There is still a statue of Ms. Booker in the garden square in Haizhou to commemorate the spirit of Ms. Booker's selfless dedication and express the praise of the Chinese people for this spirit.

At the same time, Ms. Booker is also a writer. Her masterpiece "The Great Earth" was written when she was a volunteer in Haizhou, and later won the Pulitzer Prize in the United States, and then won the 1956 Nobel Prize for Literature.

Now, she is the director of the National Library of the United States, the chairman of the jury of the National Literary Award of the United States, and a member of the jury of the Nobel Prize for Literature. It can be said that Ms. Booker is well-known in the world literary world. She is an elder respected by countless people.

And behind her, followed by twenty or so white old men.

Several Wang Rufeng still know each other.

"That's Rodriguez, a professor at the Harvard Faculty of Letters. I met him at the Asian Cultural Exchange Conference last time."

"That seems to be the dean of New York University, the winner of the Turing Award, Professor Thompson... just came to Yanda for an academic visit a few months ago."

"That's a professor from Yale...that's a professor from Stanford University...that one seems to be from Columbia University!"

Looking at all of them, all of them were bulls, Wang Rufeng's little heart was trembling, and before he knew it, his back was already wet with sweat.

(End of this chapter)