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Chapter 277 Reporting Back to the Bride's Home (Please Subscribe)
"Thank you so much, Auntie!" It was seven o'clock in the evening.

When Fang Ziye saw the cleaning lady he had hired off from Luo Tingzhu's rented apartment, he even gave her a bottle of mineral water!

The rented apartment had been vacant for nearly half a year, but Luo Tingzhu continued to pay rent every month to keep it afloat. After all, she was a wealthy young woman.

As for Fang Ziye's rented apartment, it had been vacant for several months. When the contract expired in June during his third year of master's studies, Fang Ziye made a trip to Han City and temporarily moved all his belongings to Luo Tingzhu's apartment.

Moreover, this time, Fang Ziye will have to spend some time in the study here.

Luo Tingzhu did not express her disagreement.

Actually, the best course of action would be for Fang Ziye to continue renting his previous apartment. This would make it easier for them to visit each other in the future, as living in different buildings within the same complex would serve as a geographical buffer.

But the rent was expensive, and Fang Ziye wasn't wealthy, so when the lease expired, he saw that Luo Tingzhu's place was a good place to put his luggage, so he put the lease on hold.

Fang Ziye didn't have much luggage, and hiring a cleaning lady this time was really inexpensive.

The area is not large, only about 60 square meters. I hired them for three hours and only paid 125 yuan, which is equivalent to 40 yuan per hour, which is considered the market price.

After arranging everything, Fang Ziye checked that the sealed bags of cured meat he had brought from home were all open before going to the bathroom to take a shower.

Cured meat needs to be sealed when transporting it to keep it clean.

However, once you arrive, you must ventilate the room. Otherwise, given the hot summer weather, it will deteriorate very quickly if it's covered up.

After washing up, it was still early, only a little past four in the afternoon.

Fang Ziye then set off.

……

The first stop was naturally the home of his mentor, Yuan Weihong. Fang Ziye carried a cured pork leg, camellia, and a live rooster that his parents had specially prepared for him.

This is a heavy load; you'll have to carry it.

So Fang Ziye resealed the dried pork trotters, which were still damp, and carried them on his right shoulder and in his left hand as he headed to his master's neighborhood.

The time had been arranged in advance, so even if Yuan Weihong wasn't there, his wife would probably change her after-class service time and rush home.

Of course, Fang Ziye's worries were unnecessary. Yuan Weihong and his wife had already returned from grocery shopping. When Fang Ziye went downstairs and pressed the access control button, Yuan Weihong opened the door.

When Fang Ziye came upstairs, Yuan Weihong saw what Fang Ziye was carrying and quickly said, "You even brought a live free-range chicken?"

"Then let's go, let's go, let's hurry up and kill them."

“Last time, our neighbor fed a rooster in the corridor, and it almost caused a neighborhood dispute because it was close to the weekend.” Yuan Weihong’s expression changed slightly. The moment he saw the rooster that Fang Ziye brought, he wanted to take it to the market to be slaughtered!

Fang Ziye went to the market with his master, Yuan Weihong...

Killing a chicken, including repairing, chopping, and removing the internal organs, costs a total of thirty-five yuan.

It's definitely a bit pricey, but the boss handled it all by himself, working quickly and efficiently, and it only took him about twenty minutes.

However, the market price for such local free-range chickens in Fang Ziye's town is 35 yuan per jin (500g), no bargaining. If these were taken to the market in Wuhan, they would definitely sell for 50 yuan.

Because when the chicken butcher was butchering the chicken, someone recognized it as a genuine free-range chicken, not a pheasant or a wild chicken, and asked the butcher if he would sell it.

Then they asked Yuan Weihong if the second boss was willing to sell.

Of course Yuan Weihong wouldn't sell. He wouldn't be short of a few hundred yuan. He always wanted to collect as many good things as possible, or at least put them in his refrigerator.

It's clear that Yuan Weihong is radiant at this moment.

Fang Ziye remembered that last year, around this time, when he had just obtained the panel, both he and his master Yuan Weihong had worried expressions on their faces.

It must be Master's defense; things look promising.

On the way back, Fang Ziye, carrying a plastic bag of large pieces of rooster meat, asked Yuan Weihong, who looked even 'stronger' than before, "Master, is there any inside information about the defense? And is it good news?"

These days, the only thing that can make Yuan Weihong smile from ear to ear is probably this one unresolved matter.

My mentor, Yuan Weihong, stopped dealing with mundane matters like writing papers and research projects starting in May. He was only away in Enshi for a period of time because he was busy building his animal model. The rest of the time he was in seclusion. The effort and preparation he put into this was beyond what most people could imagine.

Yuan Weihong was riding high at the moment, and the person who asked him the question, the person standing next to him, was the best fruit of his nurturing, the spring breeze he radiated. Therefore, Yuan Weihong did not show any modesty.

He smugly touched his 'hair' and the even more extensive bald patch: "Tsk, there's always a chance of something going wrong until the very last moment."

Yuan Weihong smiled, his eyes narrowed to slits, his steps were light, and his tone was cheerful: "So we can't be high-profile. Taking shortcuts only serves to give us a little fun in advance, and in the end, what we still need to settle on is the official document."

In the middle of the conversation, Yuan Weihong also took a ride along the way.

Fang Ziye quickly turned the knob up, his expression no longer shy or embarrassed, but he didn't dare to continue the conversation: "Master, so you've received good news after all."

"Do Tianluo and Jiehan know about this good news?" Fang Ziye asked.

"They don't know yet, but they've guessed pretty much. The two of them are currently preparing to apply for scholarships, just like you."

"Forget it, just go for the research scholarship. For regular scholarships, if you're too lazy to prepare materials like extra points for activities, just send your research papers to the graduate school. They can give you whatever amount they want."

"But the top-tier research scholarship for graduate students is a full 80,000 yuan. You can try to get it."

"No, I should say you can go through the process and take it home."

"At the graduate level, unless the professor specifically feeds you, it's almost impossible to have your level of work and productivity."

"However, this top scholarship requires competition across the entire school, and it's unclear whether it will be offered separately for each grade. You'll need to find out for yourself," Yuan Weihong changed the subject.

The mood is beautiful.

It's as if after a year of hard work, the whole team is now welcoming the abundant fruits of their labor with a sense of accomplishment.

This can definitely be considered a fruitful achievement.

This time, apart from Professor Deng Yong's failure to pass the Outstanding Young Scientists Award, almost everyone else had no problems.

"Master, I heard that Professor Hong Zili received the Outstanding Young Scientist award in his final year?" Fang Ziye asked.

The age limit for outstanding young talents is no more than 38 years old.

Associate Professor Hong Zili is not very old, because his first master's student is currently in the third year of his doctoral program and is just about to graduate.

In other words, he has only been a master's supervisor for six years and a doctoral supervisor for three years.

However, Associate Professor Hong Zili's research is so outstanding that he has been promoted very quickly.

In contrast, his mentor, Yuan Weihong, hasn't even been promoted to associate professor.

Yuan Weihong is almost thirty-six years old this year.

Yuan Weihong nodded: "Yes, Professor Hong brought back 180 million this year. With the rewards from the school and the hospital, Professor Hong's research funding this year is no less than five million."

The Excellent Young Scientists Fund not only provides funding from the National Natural Science Foundation of China, but also receives additional research funding from the province, university, and college. In addition, it offers various benefits such as promotions and salary increases.

You can only truly understand the benefits once you receive them.

Yuan Weihong's tone wasn't particularly disappointed. After explaining the situation to Fang Ziye, he said, "It's okay, Ziye. We just got the Young Thousand Talents Program, and our research funding is quite substantial, close to seven figures. If not this year, we can try again next year."

"You Qing is definitely going to get selected."

"The most basic requirement is an article with an impact factor of over 20. We've produced several ourselves, so what more is there to say?"

"Unless someone deliberately targets someone, but in that case, our affiliated university, Han City University, will definitely not agree to it."

Yuan Weihong was very happy.

This is the advantage of having a powerful affiliated institution.

If Han City University needs to enhance its reputation, it needs its staff to secure more projects and research topics for the university.

Under these circumstances, you may think we are incompetent, but you cannot withhold our money and honors for other reasons. Otherwise, our alumni association will not agree to it.

The aspects involved here are very complex.

Don't assume that because Seoul National University is better at humanities than sciences, its researchers aren't good enough and can be ignored.

After all, this is a place where Marxist philosophy is ranked among the top in the country!
Fang Ziye felt relieved after his master, Yuan Weihong, said so.

Master is making progress, and a lot of progress at that.

"And you, Ziye, I mean in your field of expertise..." Yuan Weihong knew that Fang Ziye's scientific research was outstanding; some of his major works were actually created by Fang Ziye.

There's no need for Fang Ziye to explain his research further.

“Master, apart from not reaching the level agreed upon with Professor Li Guohua, everything else should be pretty much on par.”

"The main problem is that osteotomy and orthopedic surgery is simply impossible to perform in prefecture-level cities, and no teacher dares to teach it..." Fang Ziye gave himself an excuse.

It's natural and thorough.

Nobody in the entire city of Enshi knows how to do it, so I can't just be the first to learn it.

This will cause problems; at least when they get back, they won't bother explaining.

In Enshi, you can still say that you studied at Zhongnan Hospital, but what about after you came back?
You said you learned it in Enshi?
"You actually took this joke seriously?"

"It's mainly because Professor Li still thinks about you." Yuan Weihong said with a smile, then patted Fang Ziye on the shoulder, indicating that Fang Ziye should take the elevator first and go home to prepare stewed chicken.

These free-range chickens shouldn't be stir-fried.

No matter how skilled the chef, if you stir-fry this kind of free-range chicken, the meat will be too tough to eat; it has to be stewed to taste good.

“Uh~~”

"Master, what kind of concern are you referring to?" Fang Ziye scratched the side of his head.

Yuan Weihong immediately kicked Fang Ziye and said in a serious tone, "Some jokes are not for you to make. Keep this to yourself."

Although Professor Li Guohua is currently in a place that is indeed not suitable for Fang Ziye to enter.

However, young people shouldn't comment on the affairs of the older generation.

The times are different, and the background is different.

Fang Ziye then very sensibly changed the subject and talked about his plans for the coming period.

When Yuan Weihong heard that Fang Ziye planned to fly to the United States a few days before Qixi Festival, the Chinese Valentine's Day, Yuan Weihong's eyes lit up.

"Sure, of course you can. If you have money but don't use it, it's not yours."

“If you make money but don’t use it for what you really want, then it’s better if you don’t earn it at all.” Yuan Weihong had a big, doting smile on her face.

"Just be careful not to hurt yourself, and hopefully no one will die."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye was startled and looked up: "Master, Xiao Luo is only twenty-three years old."

Fang Ziye no longer calls himself Luo Tingzhu. He is known as Xiao Luo in public, but in private he is called Xiao Nuomi or Nuonuo.

The main point is being overly affectionate, and the main theme is "disgusting," but couples seem to find this kind of nickname acceptable.

Yuan Weihong retorted, "Twenty-three is not thirteen!"

"Your master has been through this before..."

The elevator door opened.

Yuan Weihong quickly ended the topic, as if afraid that his teacher's sharp-eared wife might have overheard something.

Fang Ziye naturally didn't want to continue this topic, but for a fleeting moment, his thoughts became somewhat romantic, imagining what it would be like to share a bed with someone...

Fang Ziye felt that he was immune to heat and cold at that time!

Fang Ziye only helped out in the kitchen.

Nearly two hours later, the teacher's wife sent Xiao Qi to play next door, and then Fang Ziye and the other two ate dinner.

Yuan Weihong said, "Let's go to Teacher Deng's house together later. Teacher Deng is now your mentor, and you should pay your respects on your first day back."

"But Professor Deng won't treat you to a meal alone. It will probably be a small gathering, and then you'll have to give a learning report to set an example for the other students."

"Just be careful not to become the target of everyone's criticism, and you also need to be able to get along with Professor Deng."

"You know?"

Fang Ziye nodded quickly.

These are things that no one but one's own mentor would teach you.

The relationship between true junior disciples and senior disciples is definitely different. Fang Ziye, having once been the senior disciple of a junior sect, had experienced the ups and downs and knew the intricacies of the situation.

Even though he had nothing at that time, Fang Ziye did not give up.

Now that I'm fully equipped with top-tier gear, how could I possibly lose?

"Master, shall we have another small sip? I'll toast you." Fang Ziye held his small wine glass, and after taking a bite of the steamed sea bass, he raised his glass to Yuan Weihong.

The wine glass is small, but a little wine is delightful.

Seeing the scene, the teacher's wife did not nag Yuan Weihong for drinking.

Yuan Weihong squinted, his spirits high with joy, and said, "Come on, let's eat, drink, and chat..."

"Honey, have some too, but drink less."

The teacher's wife glanced in Xiao Qi's direction. Xiao Qi was playing happily by herself with building blocks, and her grandmother was on her way. After hesitating for a while, the teacher's wife took a wine-spreading vessel and poured herself half a glass.

This was the first time Fang Ziye had seen his teacher's wife drink alcohol.

(End of this chapter)