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Chapter 209 So-called Good Intentions (Please Subscribe)
When Fang Ziye found Shen Tao in a dog meat restaurant, his first impression of Shen Tao was that he had gone even balder.

The receding hairline of the Mediterranean seems to have moved up a bit, I wonder if it's just a psychological effect.

But he had definitely lost weight, and his face was filled with exhaustion, haggardness, helplessness, entanglement, and bitterness.

"Teacher Shen! ~ Would you like some milk first?" Fang Ziye knew that they would drink alcohol first, so he brought some milk with him.

"can!"

"You haven't had dinner yet, have you?" Shen Tao asked as soon as he came up, clearly indicating that this was going to be a long and drawn-out battle.

Shen Tao then said that he couldn't find anyone to drink with in Enshi. Perhaps Shen Tao knew that Huang Kai, who was about the same age as him, was also busy, so he could only ask Fang Ziye.

"Teacher Shen, why don't you take a few days to rest in Han City and have a good drink before you come?" Fang Ziye asked.

There are no drinking buddies in Eunseol, but plenty in Hanseol.

The doctors at Hubei Provincial People's Hospital, and my mentor too. Didn't he come back?

"In Han City? Get some rest!"

"Ziye, I really envy you guys, being able to be so carefree."

"Do you think I'm an eyesore or a bright spot in the department right now that I'm in Han City?"

"When I was taking the blame, the entire department and even the hospital shared the blame with me. Now that I'm not taking the blame anymore, they haven't gotten anything out of it, not even a moment of joy!"

"I've gotten myself into this mess for nothing, who am I supposed to drink with now?"

"Looking for your master?"

"Damn it, Yuan Weihong is inhuman. Last night he almost made me feel nauseous from vomiting so much acid. How could I possibly feel better?" Shen Tao sighed, shaking his head slightly.

"Come on, let's have some beer first, and then we'll slowly get some baijiu later." Shen Tao poured Fang Ziye a glass of beer.

Fang Ziye could only follow suit.

After Shen Tao and Fang Ziye finished their drinks, Fang Ziye realized that he might have oversimplified the situation.

After Shen Tao returned, he received a verbal reprimand and was required to sign a guarantee, so he was naturally considered a destabilizing factor.

Shen Tao was accused of spreading rumors and slander, so the police will definitely contact the hospital to criticize him, and the hospital will then contact the head of the trauma surgery department to criticize him.

The head of trauma surgery, having nowhere else to vent his anger, could only instruct others in the department to be careful with their words and actions.

As it turns out, Shen Tao is in a great position; he's become a hero for his whistleblowing, while others are left only with criticism.

The saying goes, "It's not scarcity that's the problem, but inequality." It's not that Shen Tao has angered everyone, but if the benefits you gain make everyone unhappy, then don't flaunt them. Just keep it to yourself and pretend nothing ever happened.

Then Shen Tao had no choice but to turn to his mentor.

Fang Ziye asked thoughtfully, then poured Shen Tao another drink: "Teacher Shen, could my master possibly outdo you in roasting?"

Shen Tao's current innocence is arguably the pinnacle of his吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical commentary) skills; with this incident, he's practically invincible.

"You can really vomit."

"At least I managed to turn the crisis into an opportunity, and even a victory, so I've had my share of blood and sweat."

"Your master, well, I don't even know how to say it."

"Your senior uncle is really something else. Since he got the benefit, he shouldn't be so smug, right? He was the one who won the bid for osteosarcoma and HK2 related lesions this year, and he should just be secretly happy."

"They even had to use their position to call your mentor over and give him a lecture, saying that if you want to go deeper into scientific research, it would be best to change your direction."

"at present……"

"Okay, okay." Shen Tao suddenly realized that saying these things was just making things difficult for Fang Ziye, so he just waved his hand.

"Come on, let's have another one. It seems like things haven't been going well for us two lately." Shen Tao invited Fang Ziye to have another drink.

Fang Ziye's heart skipped a beat: "Teacher Shen, what else did my master say?"

Shen Tao said, "Of course, another reason why your master has never complained about me is that I took advantage of you. For example, I told him that you are now progressing much faster than him under my guidance, and I also told him that you think the Provincial People's Hospital is pretty good."

"That's why I put myself in a disadvantageous position. Otherwise, your master might not have been able to out-criticize me."

Shen Tao explained.

It's as if winning a rant is something to be proud of.

But his face was bitter, clearly he was trying to find joy in hardship.

Fang Ziye then realized that Teacher Shen Tao had also sensed his subtle emotional shift and didn't want to discuss Yuan Weihong's matter any further.

Fang Ziye didn't press the matter. He had a general idea of ​​what was going on and said he would ask his two junior brothers later.

I wonder if they know any more details.

Shen Tao became wary, and Fang Ziye was unable to extract any information from him.

I truly became a drinking buddy, drinking with Shen Tao from around 4 PM until 8 PM before we all went home.

Then, Fang Ziye learned that Shen Tao's alcohol tolerance was off the charts.

He drank twelve bottles of beer from a case, Fang Ziye drank four, and Fang Ziye drank two liang (100ml) of Wuliangye liquor.

Shen Tao wasn't drunk at all. Although he wasn't talking much, his mood improved considerably after venting. Fang Ziye was just his junior apprentice, but he was a perfect punching bag, and Fang Ziye never argued back.

After scanning the code to pay, Shen Tao was in a much better mood and said, "Ziye, thank you. I'm sorry to have taken up so much of your time."

"No, no, thank you for treating me to drinks, Uncle-Master. But Uncle-Master, how much alcohol do you have?"

“I’m practically out of the picture,” Fang Ziye said.

Eight ounces of 53-proof baijiu and twelve bottles of beer—in Fang Ziye's mind, that was already quite a lot.

But Shen Tao rarely drinks alcohol.

"Actually, I have a good alcohol tolerance, but I've had mild fatty liver for a long time. I just don't like alcohol, so I usually don't drink."

"I guess I had a good time drinking today."

"Ziye, if there's nothing else, shall we call it a day?" Shen Tao suggested.

“Teacher Shen, let’s take a taxi back together.” Fang Ziye nodded.

"Okay! I'm going to take a rest too," Shen Tao said, yawning.

Although there was a smell of alcohol, he didn't seem drunk at all, and he wasn't staggering when he walked. He must have drunk just the right amount, and he could probably drink more. He was probably just a little dizzy.

After returning to the residential area, Fang Ziye immediately said goodbye to Shen Tao.

Having wasted some time on a meaningless drinking session, Fang Ziye didn't have time to complain or reflect on it. Instead, after entering the residential area, he sent messages to Lan Tianluo and Jie Han to ask questions.

"Yuan Men's Three-Person Club" is the name of a discussion group of three people.

"Jiehan, Tianluo, are you busy?"

"Did Master tell you what he went out to do recently?" Fang Ziye asked.

Lan Tianlu did not reply, but Jie Han replied: "It seems that he went to the next province, but the teacher did not say exactly where he went or what he did."

"But Tianluo and I both guessed that it might be related to the recently announced list of grantees for general research projects."

“My mentor still hasn’t secured a grant for this year, and his previous youth grant is nearing its end. If he doesn’t get another grant next year, he might not be qualified to mentor students again.” Jie Han seemed to have seriously considered this matter.

"Master never said anything, right?" Fang Ziye pressed.

Since he wasn't in Han City, Fang Ziye certainly wouldn't have heard anything Yuan Weihong had said in private, as he didn't have super hearing.

“Yes, Master is just like Professor Deng Yong; he basically only reports good news and never bad news. A master of emotional management,” Jie Han replied, pursing his lips.

"But it's actually not too bad. Anyway, even if teachers are qualified to mentor students next year, they won't have any spots to mentor students. This year, they were forcibly replaced by Tianluo, so they can't mentor students for the next two years." Jie Han reassured Fang Ziye.

"That's it!"

"Jie Han, you should get some rest too. If we can't get funding for general projects, we can get more provincial and municipal funding. It's the same, just in a different form. The money goes to the research group."

"If you need funding, just use mine," Fang Ziye, as the senior student, said generously.

There's no need to divide things into too many subdivisions within a small research group.

"Thank you, senior brother. Tianluo and I used a little, but not much. We've only used a little over 12,430 so far. I forgot the exact amount, but Tianluo has it recorded." Jie Han said in a slightly comical way.

"Five yuan four, senior brother!" Lan Tianluo saw the message and added this sentence at the end.

Fang Ziye: "..."

"Go ahead and use it, as long as it's not too wasteful and it's used effectively."

"There's no need to keep such detailed accounts. Just collect the invoices and other documents," Fang Ziye said.

Where can I find information about research grant costs down to the last penny?
It's still 54 yuan.

However, after Fang Ziye finished speaking, he looked up at the elevator and the overhead lights, his eyes flickering dimly.

If Yuan Weihong had told him about this, it would have been fine, since his master was just that kind of person; once he said it, he wouldn't have cared.

The less something is mentioned, the more serious it is; there's probably more to it than meets the eye, and the person probably doesn't want to tell us.

But this senior fellow student really did a terrible job. It's the same research project, and you got approved, so be it. You have a good foundation and a lot of experience, so it's only reasonable to fund your project.

But is it necessary to drag your teacher over to him under the guise of guidance and ask him to change careers? Doesn't your own mentor know that he should change direction?

Thinking this, Fang Ziye stepped out of the elevator.

Then, after unlocking the door of the rented house with the key, she went straight in and immediately ran to the computer to look at the information that Luo Tingzhu had shared with her earlier, about the research project on the cutting edge of basic scientific research and animal experiments in her current research group.

"Are we really going to do this?"

"If we do it, we might lose the 50,000 yuan prize money from the skills competition," Fang Ziye muttered to himself.

But soon, Fang Ziye perked up again.

"At least I still have five thousand yuan. The subsidies from Central South University and the residency training program will be issued soon, and my mentors will also give me some extra money. To hell with your fifty thousand yuan bonus!" Fang Ziye immediately plunged into it.

People live in a breath.

(End of this chapter)