Chapter 399 I'm Sorry for Being Loud
Chapter 399 I'm Sorry for Being Loud
Peking University has a high administrative level and is one of the 31 "vice-ministerial universities." In other words, Vice President Ruan is at the same level as the top leader of an ordinary prefecture-level city.
Therefore, Vice President Ruan was able to immediately find out what organization Gu Lu had joined, such as the Writers Association and the World Chinese Science Fiction Association.
It can also be considered a kind of arrogance of Peking University.
Gu Lu dug into the small bag on his back and pulled out a certificate. "Joining this organization means a lot of things."
What kind of organization has such a shameless attitude... Before Vice Principal Ruan could finish his words, he saw the black certificate.
[Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the People's Republic of China International Think Tank
(Specially appointed expert advisory team)
Work Permit
Name: Gu Lu__ Gender: Male
Level: Outstanding Senior Expert
Number: Diplomatic Consultation No. 28
Issue date: August 2019, 8]
"?" Vice President Ruan froze. A diplomatic think tank, one of the six major think tanks! No wonder there is no information about Peking University. Peking University's administrative level is not enough.
Vice Principal Ruan had also seen strong storms and waves, and he returned to normal in an instant, except that his throat was a little dry and his tongue was a little itchy.
His voice was very gentle. "When are you going to join the think tank? Why didn't you tell the school? If I had known that you were so busy, I would never have bothered you with matters like the opening ceremony."
"The country invited me after the French National Day." Gu Lu said, "Mainly because there was a new consultation recently, so..."
"I see. You don't need to tell me the details." Vice Principal Ruan said, "Things have different priorities. The old students will represent us, and the school will look for other people."
"Okay then." Gu Lu thanked the school for its understanding.
"Isn't it too busy with studies? If not, then you don't have to come even when school starts," said Vice Principal Ruan.
"No, no, I can still handle it for the time being." Gu Lu said.
After the conversation, Gu Lu left the office under the concerned and kind gaze of Vice President Ruan.
After the figure jumped out of sight, Vice Principal Ruan withdrew his gaze through the window.
He paced in the office, with a gratified smile on his face, a serious expression, and then his head down in deep thought.
Why does Vice Principal Ruan have such a rich expression?
To be honest, he himself is not an outstanding senior expert now.
What are outstanding senior experts? Senior experts who hold the posts of vice chairman of the CPPCC and the party or above, senior professors above level 4. They must have either profound academic attainments or enjoy a high reputation at home and abroad. The requirements are very high.
As far as he knew, the youngest outstanding senior expert was in his fifties, but Gu Lu was not even 25 years old yet, more than two generations younger!
This is unscientific! Vice President Ruan couldn't believe it. The country values Gu Lu so much.
Let me give you another example. How exaggerated is it? Peking University has a School of International Relations, but no one has entered the big foreign policy think tank. There is only one outstanding senior expert in diplomacy - Dean Wang Jisi. Dean Wang is a famous scholar on American issues, and he is the former dean of Peking University's School of International Relations (stepped down in 2018) and a member of the Foreign Policy Advisory Committee.
The difference between the Foreign Affairs Advisory Committee and a diplomatic think tank is that the former is an official organization with a staff, while the latter is semi-official and of course also has a staff.
Furthermore, Gu Lu's weight in diplomatic issues is equal to that of Dean Wang, which is terrifying.
Then, Vice Principal Ruan took out his cell phone and called Principal Gong.
One of the three major definitions of the universe: If you are so dazzling as to show off, you will definitely try to shine on others.
"Principal Gong, do you know something that goes against common sense..."
The area of Peking University's campus is not as large as that of Tsinghua University, but in terms of scenery - each has its own merits.
Anyway, as far as the playground is concerned, Peking University is better (I guess it has a filter). There are many college students on the artificial turf. Many people are reading books outside with their legs crossed - and there are male students lying on the thighs of female students.
Or a man and a woman lay side by side on the playground, looking at the leaden gray sky. The clouds were so low that they seemed very close to the ground.
The rich have wine and meat, but the poor have sour dog food!
"Brother Gu, Brother Gu..." A very awkward female voice sounded behind him.
I looked back and saw an acquaintance and a stranger.
The acquaintance was Jia Xu, and the stranger was a beautiful foreign girl with blonde hair and blue eyes.
Don't get me wrong, the awkward female voice just now was Jia Xu's voice with a pinched throat.
"Speak nicely and be normal." Gu Lu said.
Jia Xu regained his normal voice, "Brother Gu, I'm here to see you with your fangirl."
Fangirl? Gu Lu looked at the foreign girl and thought she looked familiar. He asked, "Who is this?"
"?" Jia Xu saw that the other person was not joking, and said in disbelief, "Brother, didn't you go to participate in a student cultural festival half a month ago? This is the Italian student representative, Agnes!"
"Because Peking University and the University of Padua happened to have a collaboration, I came to Hua Xia again," said Jia Xu.
No wonder he looked familiar. Gu Lu continued to look at the other person with a puzzled look.
Before Jia Xu could explain, Agnes couldn't help herself and greeted him in English, "Mr. Gu Lu, your works "Nine Miles Walk", "Mr. Sherlock Holmes" and "The Little Prince" are all very wonderful, but it's a pity that there is no Italian version."
Indeed, many less famous domestic writers have their works translated into more than 20 languages. However, Gu Lu's works are only translated into three languages, Japanese, Korean and English, excluding Norwegian and Spanish for cultural exchange.
The core reason is that the translations into more than 20 languages are all from national projects. In today's era, cultural exchanges are more frequent than imagined. For example, the works of writers who participated in the Nordic Blue Classics series of books can be translated into seven or eight languages at once. As for Gu Lu, if he had not participated in these activities, he would not have been on the fast track at all. He relied on his own works to move forward.
"Can I treat you to a meal? Judging from his work, Mr. Gu Lu must love Italian food." Agnes said, "I found a very delicious Italian restaurant in Huaxia, in Sanlitun."
Agnes is indeed a white, rich and beautiful woman, but she also has another identity - a famous YouTube artist. Therefore, it is normal for her to take the initiative to make friends with Chinese celebrities.
You mean Sanlitun? Gu Lu remembered correctly that the Italian Embassy in China seemed to be there.
Gu Lu remembered someone saying that there were hundreds of kinds of pasta in Italy, and when he thought of the hundreds of kinds of cheese, he couldn't help but shudder.
"I'm very busy now and don't have time. Let's talk about it when we have time." Gu Lu refused decisively and shrugged his shoulders. The small backpack on his body shook, indicating that he was carrying things and was very busy.
"I have something urgent to do, so I'll leave first." Gu Lu said.
It’s not Gollum’s fault for his reaction. It’s mainly because Dibo left him with a huge shadow that day.
They left the campus quickly. Gu Lu didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he walked out of the school gate. He thought to himself, "Now I remember, they are the two most popular female students among the students. They are really pretty."
Another person who stole the spotlight was Kim Tae-eun, who danced a girl group dance. The girl with long black hair and super strength was also very beautiful, but her performance was poetry recitation, which was always a little lacking.
"This?" Jia Xu smacked his lips. She was truly a role model for our generation. She was so confident even when talking to a foreign beauty. His mind was already spinning rapidly, thinking about how to smooth things over.
What he didn't expect was that Agnes beside him was not angry at all. Her point of view was that it would be strange if such a talented writer was easy to communicate with. She had been at Peking University for two days and had received many invitations from extroverted students to date, but Agnes also refused them.
Putting herself in their shoes, Agnes thought she was prettier than her invitees, but can't a beautiful woman be rejected?
The other person is a great writer. Maybe he doesn't care about appearance when making friends, but talent. Agnes has already imagined it herself.
Anyway, Agnes still has to stay in China for four days, so there are still many opportunities, she thought.
But what the Italian internet celebrity painter didn’t know was that Gu Lu was about to leave China.
He remembered something and took out his phone to send a message: [Everything goes smoothly, I will definitely achieve my goal this time!]
Not long after, the girl with super strength replied: Avenge the previous shame!
The two didn't chat for long because even if there is in-flight WiFi on international flights, it is still very expensive.
"I almost forgot." Gu Lu put down his phone. Today is the day when Zhou Lin embarks on the journey of Global Model United Nations again.
What is Zhou Lin's personality? She doesn't want to be sent off, she likes to be picked up, so Gu Lu didn't go to the airport either.
Go back to the house and do things one by one, finishing the long article first.
It’s almost done. At his current speed of 15,000 words, he can finish it in three days.
Some people find the sound of typing on the keyboard noisy, while others find it pleasant.
Anyway, it sounds much better than the sound of renovations... Peng Peng——
The sounds of nailing and electric drilling combined together make it feel like renovation is happening right in your ears.
"It's been too noisy lately." A teacher passing by couldn't help but complain.
"Just bear with it and it will pass." A teacher comforted.
The students and teachers at No. 37 Middle School were a little annoyed, but not all of them were.
"The Gu Lu Li Riyue Scholarship, this name is really good." The former teacher Li, now director Li, smiled.
I just got the news today that outstanding graduate Gu Lu will donate 10 yuan to the junior high school department of No. 10 Middle School every year to establish a scholarship. Each semester, it will help students with excellent academic performance and poor families.
It was also big news, and Yilong.com came to conduct an interview. Director Li was definitely the main teacher on camera, and there were also teachers such as the old witch and the old witch who had tutored Gu Lu in various subjects.
"This one is very vague." The eLong.com reporter sighed, which one is it?
There is a special clause in the scholarship: if a student has been hungry for a long time, it will be fine as long as he or she has good academic performance.
The reporter from eLong.com raised a small question, "Learning has its merits, but this is too feasible. Is there a more specific standard?"
"As long as he has a passing grade in one of the three subjects, Chinese, math, English, physics, chemistry and biology, he has something to recommend him." Director Li responded without any hesitation.
"He only passed one major subject. He is a poor student, right?" said the eLong reporter. "Isn't it a waste to give scholarships to such students?"
"It sounds irrational, but let me explain," said Director Li. "If students are hungry for a long time, their learning ability and concentration will be reduced. In this case, it is already very difficult to pass a subject."
The reporter disagreed with this point. He used his own example, "Starving? How can it be so exaggerated? In many schools in poor mountainous areas, there are many students who don't have enough food. Their grades are very good. When I was a child, I often skipped one or two meals when I didn't want to eat, and it didn't affect my studies at all. I think this rule of your school is a waste of funds."
"What you said makes sense, but you have no right to speak without an investigation. There's nothing wrong with skipping a meal or two. Mr. Wu, why don't you try skipping for a day or two, or even three or four days?" said Director Li.
"Absolutely." Xiao Wu, a reporter from eLong.com, agreed immediately. Although he had not been hungry for that long, he knew the answer just by thinking about it.
Another twenty minutes later, seeing the interview was over, Director Li breathed a sigh of relief. No wonder traditional media is getting worse and worse. What can you achieve if you just think without doing on-the-spot investigation?
Xiao Wu kept telling the school administrators of No. 37 Middle School not to send him off, and left the school with the equipment on his back. When he walked out of the junior high school of No. 37 Middle School, he saw the streets being renovated.
Street lamps, stone pillars, fire hydrants, manhole covers, electric boxes, etc., everything on the street is busy. It is said to be busy, but in fact it is not busy. People wearing white hats who look like construction workers but are not construction workers are pointing and talking, so the efficiency is very slow.
Government projects - slacking off on progress, isn't that big news? Xiao Wu came closer.
"Hello, I'm a reporter from eLong.com. May I ask where this is?"
Looking around, the entire street was under construction. The road was not closed, so vehicles could still pass, but pedestrians could not walk on the street.
No outsiders are allowed to enter. The man in the white hat wanted to chase the people away, but when he heard that the other party was a reporter, he swallowed his words.
The man in the white hat pointed at the sky with his veiled glove and said, "All the streets here need to be renovated. To be precise, it's not called renovation, but the renovation of tourist facilities. In order to better serve tourists."
It is confidential if outsiders come to ask questions individually, but it is okay for reporters to ask and report it.
"Hmm?" Xiao Wu, as a reporter for eLong.com, must know more. "Isn't the tourist attraction in the ferry area in the lock area?"
It became famous because of Bingka. After all, eLong is a media outlet in the Fog City, so they must have reported on it.
"The area around No. 37 Middle School and the area around the lock gate will be renovated. This is the first phase of the project," said the white hat. It will be divided into three phases. If everything goes well, the last phase will achieve the effect of the neon Kasugabe.
The entire ferry area will be filled with elements of Gu Lu's works.
Although Kasukabe is a city, its area is about 30% smaller than that of the ferry area.
"Look over there." The man in the white hat pointed to a fire hydrant.
"What's this fire hydrant?" Xiao Wu looked over and saw that the originally red fire hydrant was painted to look like many roses.
Of course it is still red, because fire hydrants can only be red, and because red has the strongest penetrating power, it is more convenient for firefighters to find them quickly.
Looking in this direction, Xiao Wu also saw a huge electrical box, which was now painted on the outside and turned into a "cardboard box". Looking from the front, you can also "see through" the hornless lamb inside.
"Cardboard box, roses...The Little Prince?" Xiao Wu blurted out.
"Yes, yes, it's the Little Prince. The shape of this street lamp also needs to be changed to a breadfruit tree." White Hat was stuck for a moment and could only remember bread.
"Baobab trees." Xiao Wu helpfully added, "The ferry area is really generous!"
He understood. There were already many tourists checking in and taking photos at No. 37 Middle School and Suokou Hill. Combined with these streets, it seemed really nice.
Compared to some cities, it is much more sincere to put up a fake road sign that says "I miss you in xxx" and say that you can take photos and check in.
"If this continues, the Ferry District will become the Little Prince District." Xiao Wu joked.
It was fate and time. Gu Lu was not the most famous writer in China. He was not ranked in the field of literature and was only in the first echelon in the field of best-selling. However, he was the one who had the greatest impact on his hometown...
It should be said that it is not only about hometown, but also about foreign countries.
Isn't that right? Weymouth.
Let’s not talk about Weymouth for now, let’s talk about Paris.
"Honey, do you want to take a break?" Camille walked over to her husband with some milk with cereal in it.
After returning to Paris, I met with friends for dinner in the first two days, and then spent the rest of the time translating "Who Moved My Cheese?"
"It's almost done. I'll be able to finish the translation in two or three days at most." His tired tone could not hide his excitement, and Dibo gulped down half a cup of milk.
He shared with great interest, "Baby, do you know? Gu Lu is really a genius."
Oh? Didn't I say this conclusion a long time ago? Why are you bringing it up again?
"Chinese has many idioms, just like the concise Latin, which is very difficult to translate. But when I was translating this novel, I found that the words used throughout the novel were very simple, with almost no idioms," Dibo said. "So even though it was my first time translating, I was able to do it."
What a good friend, not only did he give a suitable gift, but he also took the other person's level into consideration.
Even Camille, who had a bit of business thinking, couldn't help but say, "We must remember Mr. Gu Lu's friendship."
"Gu's sister is coming to France to study, and I will definitely treat her as my...niece!" Di Bo originally wanted to say that he would treat her as his own sister, but he found that the age gap was a bit too big.
Then Camille told the good news that the publication of "Who Moved My Cheese" had been arranged.
After Dibo has finished translating it and Hachette Publishing Company has typeset and scheduled it, it will be on the market in a week and the whole of Paris will know about this book!
As for outside Paris...oh, France is Paris plus invisible colonies.
Who still remembers what Dibo Pumpang did when he returned to China?
That's right, the ambassador's term of office expired and he was transferred back to take over as the first minister of the Ministry of Culture and Communications. The previous one retired safely due to his old age. The predecessor also made a lot of contributions. First of all, he expanded the popularity of awards such as the Renaudot Prize, the Goncourt Prize, and the Femina Prize.
Even though only French works are still selected, it doesn’t matter whether the writer is French or not.
It is no exaggeration to say that my predecessor made French literature great again!
"Mr. Dibo is ill and is recuperating at the mansion, so the report will be a few days later."
"You got sick right after returning to Paris? You've been in China for too long. Are you not used to the change in environment?"
"I heard, I swear with both hands that I heard, that Mr. Dubois has been translating a novel since he returned to Paris."
"I hope this isn't true, it would be very unprioritized."
And so on, these are the whispers coming from the French upper class circles.
(End of this chapter)