Chapter 399 Sorry I was too loud
Peking University has a very high administrative level and is one of the thirty-one "vice-ministerial universities". In other words, Vice Principal Ruan is at the same level as the top leaders of ordinary prefecture-level cities.
Therefore, Vice Principal Ruan could immediately find out what organizations Gu Lu had joined, such as the Writers' Association and the World Chinese Science Fiction Association.
It can be regarded as a kind of arrogance from Peking University.
Gu Lu dug into the small bag behind his back and took out an ID, "I joined this organization, and there are a lot of things to do."
What kind of organization is so shameless... Before Vice Principal Ruan finished speaking, he saw the black ID.
[The State Council’s Grand Diplomacy International Think Tank
(Specially appointed staff expert group)
Work permit
Name: Gu Lu__Gender: Male
Level: Outstanding Senior Expert
No.: Diplomatic Consultation No. 28
Date of issue: August 4, 2019]
"?" Vice Principal Ruan froze. One of the six major think tanks in foreign affairs! No wonder there is not much information about Peking University. The administrative level of Peking University is completely insufficient.
Vice Principal Ruan has also seen strong winds and waves, and he returned to normal in an instant, except that his throat was a little dry and the coating on his tongue was a little scratchy.
His voice was very gentle, "When are you going to join the think tank? Why don't you tell the school. If I had known you were so busy, Mr. Gu Lu, I wouldn't have bothered you with things like the opening ceremony."
"After the French National Day, the country invited me." Gu Lu said, "The main reason is that there was a new consultation recently, so..."
"I know, you don't need to tell me the details." Vice Principal Ruan said, "Things have to be prioritized. Representatives of old students, the school will find other people."
"That's okay." Gu Lu thanked the school for its understanding.
"Are you too busy with your studies? If you really can't, you won't be able to attend school until school starts." Vice Principal Ruan said.
"No, no, I can still solve it for the time being." Gu Lu said.
After the conversation, under Vice Principal Ruan's concerned and kind eyes, Gu Lu left the office.
When the figure jumped out of sight, Vice Principal Ruan withdrew his gaze through the window.
He walked around the office, with a pleased smile on his face for a while, a serious look for a while, and then bowed his head 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 holding positions above the vice-chairman level of the CPPCC and various parties, and senior professors above the fourth level. Either they have profound academic attainments, or they have a high reputation at home and abroad, and the requirements are very high.
As far as he knew, the youngest outstanding senior expert was in his fifties, but Gu Lu was not yet 25, so he was more than two rounds younger!
This is not scientific! Vice Principal Ruan couldn't believe how much the country valued Gu Lu.
Let’s take another example. How exaggerated is that? Peking University has a school of international relations, but no one has entered a major diplomatic think tank. There is only one outstanding senior expert in diplomacy—President Wang Jisi. Dean Wang is a well-known scholar on American issues, the former dean of the School of Foreign Affairs of Peking University (retired in 2018), and a member of the Foreign Policy Advisory Committee.
The difference between the Foreign Affairs Advisory Committee and the diplomatic think tank is that the former is an official organization with a well-established staff. The latter is semi-official, but of course it is also established.
Furthermore, Gu Lu's weight in diplomatic issues is equal to that of Dean Wang, which is terrifying.
Immediately afterwards, Vice Principal Ruan took out his mobile phone and called Principal Gong.
One of the three definitions of the universe: If you are forced to shine, you will definitely shine to others.
"Principal Gong, do you know something that goes against common sense..."
The area of the Peking University campus is not comparable to that of Tsinghua University, but in terms of scenery-each has its own merits.
Anyway, as far as playgrounds are concerned, Peking University is better (I guess there are filters). There are many college students growing on the artificial turf. Many people read books outside with their legs crossed—some male students were lying on the laps of their female classmates.
Or a man and a woman are lying side by side on the playground, looking at the leaden sky. The clouds are very low, as if they are very close to the ground.
The wine and meat in Zhumen smells bad, and the dog food on the road is sour!
"Brother Gu, Brother Gu..." A very awkward female voice sounded from behind.
Looking back, there is an acquaintance and a stranger.
The acquaintance is Jia Xu, and the stranger is a beautiful foreign girl with blond hair and blue eyes.
Don't get me wrong, the awkward female voice just now was Jia Xu holding her throat.
"Speak nicely and be normal." Gu Lu said.
Jia Xu returned to his normal voice, "Brother Gu, I'm bringing your crush to you."
Fan girl? Gu Lu looked at the foreign girl, she looked familiar, and asked, "Is this one?"
"?" Jia Xu saw that the other party's expression was not a joke, and said in disbelief, "Brother, didn't you go to some student cultural festival half a month ago? This is the Italian student representative, Agnes! ”
“Because Peking University happens to have a cooperation with the University of Padua, I came to China again,” Jia Xu said.
No wonder he looked familiar, Gu Lu continued to look at him with doubtful eyes.
Before Jia Xu had time to explain, Agnes couldn't help it anymore. She greeted in English, "Mr. Gu Lu, your works "Nine Mile Walk", "Mr. Holmes" and "The Little Prince" are all very wonderful, but it's a pity that I didn't mean it. Chinese version.”
Indeed, many writers who are not well-known in China can translate into more than 20 languages at every turn. But Gu Lu’s works are only written in Japanese, Korean and English, not counting Norwegian and Spanish for cultural exchanges.
The core reason is that translations in more than twenty languages come from national projects. In today's era, cultural exchanges are more frequent than imagined. For example, in the Nordic Blue Classics series of books, the works of writers who participated in this event can be translated into seven or eight languages at one go. Gu Lu said that if he did not participate in these activities, he would not be on the fast track at all. He would rely on his works to move forward.
"Can I treat you to dinner? Looking at the works, Mr. Gu Lu must love Italian food." Agnes said, "I found a very delicious Italian restaurant in Huaxia, just in Sanlitun."
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Agnes is white, rich and beautiful, but she also has another identity - a famous YouTube painter. Therefore, it is normal to take the initiative to make friends with influential people in China.
You probably want to say Sanlitun, right? Gu Lu remembered it correctly. It seemed that the Italian Embassy in China was over there.
Gu Lu thought of someone saying that there were hundreds of kinds of pasta in Italy, and thought of hundreds of kinds of cheese, and 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. The small backpack on his body shook, indicating that he was carrying things and was very busy.
"There's still something urgent, so I'll leave first." Gu Lu said.
I don't blame King Gulu for his reaction. The main reason is that Dibo left a big shadow on him that day.
Leave the campus quickly. It wasn't until he walked out of the school that Gu Lu breathed a sigh of relief. I thought to myself, "Come to think of it, she must be the two most popular female students among the students. They are indeed pretty."
Another person who stole the show was Kim Tae-eun, who danced in a girl group, and the girl with long black hair and straight hair was not inferior in appearance, but the performance was a poetry recitation, which was always a little less interesting.
"This?" Jia Xu smacked his tongue. He is really a role model for our generation. He can speak so toughly in front of foreign beauties. His mind was already spinning rapidly, thinking about how to smooth things over.
But 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 for such a talented and talented writer to be so easy to communicate with. She had been at Peking University for two days and received many date invitations from outgoing students, but Agnes also refused.
Comparing herself with others, Agnes thought she was prettier than her invitees, but couldn't beauties be rejected?
The other person is a great writer, so maybe making friends is based on talent rather than looks. Agnes had already finished it.
Anyway, Agnes will stay in China for four more days, and there are still many opportunities, she thought.
What the famous internet painter Ke Yi Daili didn’t know was that Gu Lu was about to leave China.
He remembered something and took out his mobile phone to send a message: [Everything goes smoothly, I will definitely achieve my goal this time! ]
Not long after, the strange girl replied: avenging shame!
The two didn't chat for a while, because even if there is in-flight WiFi on international flights, it is still expensive.
"I almost forgot." Gu Lu put down his phone. Today is Zhou Lin's journey to the Global Model United Nations again.
What is Zhou Lin's character? She didn't want anyone to see her off and wanted someone to pick her up, so Gu Lu didn't go to the airport either.
Go back to the house and do things one by one. Finish the long story first.
It's coming soon. According to his current pace of fifteen thousand words, he can finish it in three days.
The sound of clacking on the keyboard is considered noisy by some, but pleasant by others.
Anyway, it sounds much better than the sound of decoration... Pengpeng——
The sound of hammering nails and the sound of electric drills merged together, it was like decorating in the ears.
"It's been too noisy lately." A teacher passing by couldn't help complaining.
"It will be over if you bear with it." A teacher comforted me.
The students and teachers at No. 37 Middle School were a little irritable, but not everyone was like that.
"Gu Lu Li Riyao Bursary, this is a really good name." Former Teacher Li, now Director Li, smiled.
I just got news today that Gu Lu, an outstanding graduate, will donate 100,000 yuan to the junior high school of No. 37 Middle School every year to establish a student scholarship. Each semester, we will help 10 students with excellent academic performance and poor family backgrounds.
It was also big news, eLong.com came over and conducted an interview. Director Li is definitely the teacher who mainly appears in the scene. There are also teachers such as the old witch and the old witch who have taught Gu Lu in various subjects.
"This one is very vague." Yilong.com reporter lamented, which one is it?
There is a special provision in the bursary: if there is a student who has not had enough to eat for a long time, as long as he has merit in his studies.
A reporter from Yilong.com raised a small question, "There is merit in learning, but this is too operable. Is there a more specific standard?"
"If a student has a passing grade in one subject of language, mathematics, physics and chemistry, he is said to have merit." Director Li responded without any hesitation.
"If you only pass one main subject, you are called a poor student." A reporter from Yilong.com said, "Isn't it a waste to give scholarships to such students?"
"It sounds unreasonable, but let me explain." Director Li said, "If students are hungry for a long time, their learning ability and concentration will be reduced. In this case, it is not easy to guarantee a passing grade in one subject. ”
Regarding this point, the reporter disagreed. He used his own example, "Hungry? How can it be such an exaggeration? In many schools in impoverished mountainous areas, there are many students who do not have enough to eat. Their grades are very good. When I was a child, I didn’t even want to eat. Skipping one or two meals often does not affect your studies at all. I think this rule of your school is a waste of money.”
"What you said makes sense, but without investigation, you have no right to speak. It's okay to starve for one or two meals. Mr. Wu can try starving for one or two days, or three or four days?" Director Li said.
"Absolutely." Yilong.com reporter Xiao Wu agreed. Although he didn't starve for that long, he knew it just by thinking about it.
After another twenty minutes, Director Li breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the interview ended. No wonder traditional media is becoming increasingly ineffective. Just thinking without on-the-spot investigation, what can be accomplished.
Xiaowu kept telling the school administrator of No. 37 Middle School not to send it away, and left the school carrying the equipment on his back. When I walked out of the junior high school of No. 37 Middle School, I saw a major renovation of the street.
Street lights, stone piers, fire hydrants, sewer manhole covers, electrical boxes, etc., everything on the street is busy. Although they say they are busy, they are not busy at all. They look like construction workers wearing white hats, and people who are not construction workers are pointing and pointing, so the efficiency is very slow.
Government projects - progress is being fished out. Isn't this big news? Xiaowu moved closer.
"Hello, I am a reporter from eLong.com. Where are you?"
Looking around, we can see that the entire street is under construction. There is no road closure. Vehicles can still walk on it, but pedestrians cannot walk on the street.
No idlers were allowed to enter. The white hat originally wanted to chase them away, but when he heard that the other party was a reporter, he swallowed his words.
The white hat pointed in the air with a finger wearing a veil-thread glove, "All the streets here need to be renovated. To be precise, it is not called renovation. It should be the renovation of tourist facilities. In order to better serve tourists."
It is confidential for idlers to ask questions alone, but reporters are allowed to ask and report.
"Huh?" Xiaowu, as a reporter for Yilong.com, must know more, "Isn't the tourist spot in Dukou District in the Suokou District?"
It is famous because of Bingguo. After all, Yilong.com is a media in Wudu, so they must have reported it.
"This area of No. 37 Middle School and the area in the lock area will be renovated. This is the first phase of the project." Bai Hao said. There are three phases in total. If all goes well, the last phase will achieve the effect of Neon Kasukabe.
The entire ferry area will be filled with elements from Gu Lu's works.
Although Kasukabe is a city, its area is about 30% smaller than that of Ferry Ward.
"Look over there." The white hat pointed at a fire hydrant.
"This is the fire hydrant?" Xiaowu looked over and saw that the original red fire hydrant was painted to look like many roses.
Of course it is still red, because fire hydrants can only be red, because red has the strongest penetration and is easier for firefighters to find quickly.
Looking in this direction, Xiao Wu also saw a huge electrical box, which was now painted on the outside and turned into a "carton". Looking from the front, you can also "see through" the hornless lamb inside.
"Carton, roses..."The Little Prince"?" Xiaowu blurted out.
"Yes, yes, that's the little prince. The shape of this street lamp should also be changed to a bread tree." The white hat suddenly got stuck and only remembered the bread.
"Baobab tree." Xiaowu added helpfully, "The Dukou District is really a big deal!"
He understood. Originally, there were many tourists checking in and taking pictures at No. 37 Middle School and Suokouqiu. It seemed really good to cooperate with these streets.
Compared with some cities, it is much more sincere to put up a fake road sign saying "I miss you in xxx" and say you can take photos and check in.
"If this continues, Dukou District will become Little Prince District." Xiaowu joked.
Time is fate, Gu Lu is not the most famous writer in China, he is not ranked in the literary field, and he is only in the first echelon in the best-selling field, but he is the one who has the greatest impact on his hometown...
It should be said not only in my hometown, but also abroad.
That's right? Weymouth.
Let’s not talk about Weymouth at the moment, let’s talk about Paris.
"Honey, do you want to take a rest?" Camille walked to her husband carrying milk with cereal still in it.
Because after returning to Paris, I met friends for dinner in the first two days, and spent the rest of the time translating "Who Touched My Cheese?" 》
"It's almost finished. I can finish the translation in two or three days at most." His tired tone could not conceal his excitement, and Dibo drank half a glass of milk.
He shared with great interest, "Baby, do you know? Gu Lu is really a genius."
oh? This conclusion has not been stated before, so why repeat it again?
"Chinese has many idioms, which are just like concise Latin, and are very difficult to translate. But in this novel, when I was annotating and translating, I discovered that the words used throughout the text are very simple and there are almost no idioms." Dibo said, "So, Even if it’s my first time translating, I can barely do it.”
What a good friend. Not only did he give the right gift, he also took the other person's level into consideration.
Even Camille, who has a bit of a businessman's mind, couldn't help but say, "We must remember Mr. Gu Lu's friendship."
"Gu's sister came to France to study. I will definitely treat her as my...niece!" Dibo originally wanted to treat her as his own sister, but found that the age gap was a bit big.
Immediately afterwards, Camille said the good news, the publication of "Who Moved My Cheese" has been arranged.
Dubo finished the translation, and Hachette Publishing Company typed it and scheduled it. It would be on the market within a week, and the whole of Paris would know that there was such a book!
As for outside Paris...well, France is equal to Paris plus invisible colonies.
Who still remembers what Dibo Peng Pang did when he returned to China?
That's right, the ambassador's term 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 age. The predecessor also made a lot of contributions. First of all, he made the Renaudeau Prize, Goncourt Prize, Femina Literary Prize and other awards more famous.
Even if only French works are still selected, it doesn’t matter whether the author 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 his residence, so the report will be a few days late."
"You fell ill just after returning to Paris? You have been in China for too long. Are you not adapting to the changes in the environment?"
"I heard, I raise my hands to guarantee that I heard. I heard that Mr. Dubot has been translating a novel since he returned to Paris."
"I hope this isn't true, it's so disrespectful."
Waiting for whispers from France's upper circles.
(End of chapter)