Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

\u0026;The opinions within our magazine still hope to eliminate the influence...Come on, don't patronize talking, drink and drink, researcher Wei should drink more...\u0026;The editor-in-chief of "Organic Chemistry Bulletin" Zhong An stood in the Beijing shop In the box, he kept trying to persuade Wei Zhenxue to drink.

This time, it was Zhong An who invited Wei Zhenxue to a banquet and tried to attack him with sugar-coated shells.

Wei Zhenxue would not refuse anyone who came, and he would drink as soon as he was persuaded. At the same time, he said with a smile: "I don't know how to eliminate the influence. You can do whatever you like, as long as it doesn't affect my publication. I have to say in advance, the papers in your journals The conclusion is different from the conclusion of my thesis. I have to redo his experiment before I have my thesis. I have to explain in the paper...\u0026;

\u0026;Is that so.\u0026; Editor-in-chief Zhong An drank the wine, and asked while pouring the wine: \u0026;Which journal is your paper published in? How about I ask for you and write less comparisons to ensure that you can also publish it. \u0026;

Wei Zhenxue said indifferently: \u0026; it is on "Biochemical System Ecology".\u0026;

\u0026;Biochemical system ecology?\u0026;

\u0026;……\u0026; Wei Zhenxue dragged out a sentence of English. His thesis was translated by Yang Rui, but he was also working hard to learn it. It’s just that academic English is not that difficult.

The editor-in-chief stopped pouring the wine, and said in surprise: \u0026;Is it the biochemical system ecology in the United States?\u0026;

\u0026;Yes.\u0026; Wei Zhenxue said cheerfully: \u0026;After I redid Li Xin's thesis, I found that I could write more things, and I could write a good thesis, so I asked someone to translate it into English Yes, I didn't expect that after I sent it out, people agreed to publish it, luck and luck...\u0026;

\u0026;This can’t be called luck, it’s strength.” Zhong An smiled reluctantly, he can’t influence foreign journals.

\u0026;There is some strength, but there is also a lot of luck.\u0026quot; Wei Zhenxue laughed out loud.

Zhong An could only continue to compliment him according to his intentions: "The main reason is strength. Without strength, you can't publish in foreign journals. Foreigners are prejudiced against us Chinese. Some good articles are sent abroad. As a result, Can't go, researcher Wei is amazing, awesome.\u0026;

\u0026;Hahahaha, you say that, it’s a bit powerful.\u0026;Wei Zhenxue suddenly entered the stage of self-selling and boasting:\u0026;When I was writing this paper, I wanted to use other people’s results and forget it, but I couldn’t do it anymore. This data, no matter how it is calculated, it is not suitable. It should have been done. I am a serious person, so I push it from the back to the front. The result is now. It is very easy to publish a paper in a foreign journal after reforming it, and ah, I wrote another one based on this, and it looks like it will be published again.\u0026;

\u0026;You are publishing two papers at once, and they are both published in foreign journals?\u0026; Zhong An is really a little awed.

Wei Zhenxue laughed again and said: "Yes. It's amazing.";

Zhong An's solemnity disappeared in an instant, he raised his thumb, and said "awesome", as if coaxing a child.

Until the two passed out drunk, Zhong An did not find a way to eliminate the influence.

Back at the guest house, Zhong An called the periodical office, reported the situation to the editor-in-chief, and said: "The person who wrote the thesis is a bit outgoing. I'm worried that even if he changes the paper, this person will It will also be known to everyone. Then we will be more passive. \u0026;

\u0026;Did you read the paper? How is the level?\u0026;

\u0026; I found an acquaintance from the Institute of Organic Medicine to read it, and the evaluation was relatively high. I think it is a good paper that can be published in foreign journals. The data and experiments in it are also reasonable and clear. Even if it needs to be changed, it is more complicated. \u0026;

\u0026;Well.\u0026;

\u0026; Otherwise, we will cancel Li Xin's paper internally, and then don't mention Wei Zhenxue's paper, and no one will notice it.\u0026;

\u0026; If no one noticed, how was it discovered this time? Forget it, it’s better to cancel it in the newspaper, and it will be arranged in this issue. I will explain it to Director Huang, and you can inform the person of the fake paper What is the original author's name? \u0026;

\u0026; Li Xin, a graduate student of East China Institute of Textile Engineering, but has already graduated.\u0026;

\u0026;Then inform the school, let the school inform the students, and see what he has to say. If there is a reasonable explanation when it is published in our journal, then don’t blame us.\u0026;

Zhong An nodded and said: \u0026;When I left the club, I sent a letter out, it should be here now.\u0026;

Neither of them took Li Xin to heart. The journal agency is a journal agency, reviewing journals and publishing journals. Every issue has graduate students and doctoral students sending letters, but it seems that they were caught for fraud, and there was only one in the past two years. In other words, the journal itself is also very popular.

Of course, Li Xin himself became even more angry.

He hurried to the post office and got the telegram from the school, and then waited another day in doubt before getting the express mail.

These days, students have to transfer their organization files from school to their work units. If they change their work units, they usually need to continue to transfer their organization files. Through this context, the life trajectory of ordinary people is determined.

After Li Xin graduated from school, he was assigned to work in Zhongsi. The school received a letter from the magazine, forwarded the letter without hesitation, and sent an urgent telegram.

After tearing open the express mail and seeing the contents inside, Li Xin, who was expecting something good, suddenly turned green like oil.

Paper fraud may be common, but proven paper fraud is not.

And, the results can be dangerous.

Li Xin returned to the dormitory in a daze, staring at the two pages of letter paper in front of him in a daze.

Fake! Of course he made a fake, as stated in the letter.

Still as said in the letter, Li Xin saw a trace of it again. [,! ] With little hope, the journal editor asked for his explanation.

Li Xin knew that there was little hope, because the content of the letter alone could explain something, and Li Xin knew that he had indeed made a forgery, which made it very difficult to prove his "innocence".

However, no matter how slim the hope is, one has to try, Li Xin is unwilling to wait for death.

It's just that Li Xin doesn't know what to do.

\u0026;Write a letter first?\u0026; Thinking so, Li Xin picked up a pen, but couldn't write a single word.

If it is wrong, it becomes evidence.

I should go to the journal first to get the manuscript of the thesis they said. Li Xin thought so, but worried that there would be too little time.

\u0026; Boom! \u0026;

\u0026;Li Xin, I, Meng Liang, I saw you come back.\u0026;Meng Liang's loud voice rang out from outside the door, accompanied by the sound of knocking on the door.

Li Xin took a breath in annoyance, and shouted: \u0026;I have something to do today.\u0026;

\u0026;You had something to do yesterday, and two days ago, and I have something to do too.\u0026; These days, Meng Liang has been looking for Li Xin a lot.

\u0026;I really have something to do.\u0026; Li Xin opened the door helplessly.

\u0026;I know, I know.\u0026;Meng Liang drank some wine, entered the door a little drunk, stood leaning against the wall, and said:\u0026;Notification of criticism has been hung up, do you know?\u0026;

\u0026;Channel criticism?\u0026;

\u0026;My criticism.\u0026; Meng Liang stared at the red eyes, and said: \u0026;everyone in the library knows it, and the school knows it too, hehe, you don't know.\u0026;

Li Xin was still holding the letter paper in his hand, annoyed: \u0026;I also have my own troubles.\u0026;

\u0026;My troubles were caused by you.\u0026; Meng Liang stumbled into the room, lay on the sofa, looked up at the ceiling, and repeated: \u0026;My troubles were caused by you, you caused me of.\u0026;

\u0026;You...\u0026; Li Xin had no choice but to say: \u0026;I have nothing to do.\u0026;

\u0026;Why can't you do it? You have plenty of ways, but you just don't want to do it.\u0026;Meng Liang sat up straight, stared at Li Xin with red eyes and said:\u0026;I was criticized in the report, and you don't help, I admit it, But you have to cancel it for me, you have to cancel it for me this year, otherwise, you can find your father and help me transfer to the Ministry of Civil Affairs.\u0026;

Li Xin didn't know whether to laugh or cry: \u0026;You are a person in the school, how can you be transferred to the Ministry of Civil Affairs?\u0026;

\u0026;I don't care, I've lost my face, and I can't get my job title. If you don't help me, what should I do?\u0026; Meng Liang slid down the sofa to the floor, and just lay there.

Li Xin frowned: \u0026;It's enough for you to be crazy about drinking, and you still rely on me to play tricks?\u0026;

\u0026;I can't help it, Sapo is... Sapo, I'm Sapo, what should you do.\u0026; Meng Liang's alcohol reeked, and he couldn't speak well.

Li Xin fanned the wind with his hand, closed the door, opened the window, and looked back, Meng Liang was already half drunk.

Li Xin lowered his head and opened the envelope in his hand, suddenly felt a strong sense of fear, as if he would end up in such a situation.

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