Chapter 288 Export to Domestic Sales
In the evening, after winning two out of three games against Qian Weichang with great difficulty, Wang Deming finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was so fucking exhausting that he just couldn't understand why such a great scientist was so bad at playing Go.

A great scientist, a scholarly family, shouldn't playing Go be about planning and pressing forward step by step, or deploying troops and arraying them with murderous intent, or what the hell is that about randomly throwing turtle punches? It doesn't look like he has never played before.
But after a while, the little star and the triangle were all in one word: chaos.

But Qian Weichang was satisfied. While he was reluctantly packing up the chessboard and chess pieces, he asked him, "Hey, kid, what job did you say you did?"

"Doctor, a Chinese medicine doctor."

"What degree?"

"high school."

"Yeah, I guess so." Suddenly, old man Qian's fat round face was full of confusion. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly said, "Would you like to consider applying for my graduate program? Being a doctor is not as interesting as studying mechanics. I think your chess level is only 30% of my level. You must have a talent for physics and mathematics research!"

Wang Deming was dumbfounded, his hair stood up, his head shook like a rattle, and he refused three times: "I am not, I am useless, I don't want to!"

Suddenly noticing the unfriendly look from old man Qian, Wang Deming immediately made up for it by saying, "I barely graduated from high school and didn't even get into college."

"What's the big deal?" Qian Weichang said, "I studied at Tsinghua University with my liberal arts background, and only started studying physics in college. Qian Mu even scored in the single digits in mathematics. Didn't he study at Peking University?"

"Aren't times different now?"

"Tsk tsk, that's true. If the people in charge of education now didn't have their brains hanging around their necks, I'd think they had no brains. They can't even keep up with the Republic of China."

"Professor Qian, you can't say that casually!"

"Haha, it's okay, it's just the two of us." Having said that, Qian Weichang still shrank his thick neck and looked around carefully. The neighbors on both sides of Xinlin Courtyard didn't turn on the lights in their houses, and there was no one in the yard. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come on, I'll take you to Tsinghua University. They all went there to discuss this matter. I just like you today. Otherwise, I wouldn't have anything to do with you."

Wang Deming rolled his eyes secretly, "You old man, I don't believe you, damn it?" If I hadn't seen your interview before, I would have almost believed it. Who is Tsinghua's right-turning photo sticker that is also posted on the wall of the freshman admission tour?

Tsinghua Garden is now the second gate of Tsinghua University. It was originally the imperial palace of Emperor Kangxi, called Xichun Garden. It was divided into two parts during the reign of Emperor Daoguang. The eastern part was still called Xichun Garden, but later it was renamed Tsinghua Garden. The western part of the I-shaped Hall was called Jinchun Garden. "The water and trees are beautiful, and it was a prosperous and scenic spot at that time."

Speaking of which, Tsinghua Garden has some connection with Wang Deming. The plaque of "Tsinghua Garden" hanging now was written by Na Tong.
Outside the I-shaped hall, a gentle breeze blew and the lake surface rippled, while inside the hall, people were busy and engaged in heated debates.

One side spoke eloquently and endlessly about the political system of Western powers: multiple parties compete and take turns to run for power, which is said to maintain a clear and vibrant society.

The other side held up a novel and responded sharply: those are all capitalist games. No matter which political party in the West, they never care about the people at the bottom. The evidence is "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" written by Americans themselves.

One side said that novels don't count and are all made up; the other side immediately refuted: You haven't participated in an election, how do you know that their multi-party rotation is good? Only socialism can truly speak for the grassroots people, protect their rights, and serve the people wholeheartedly.

The two sides were arguing back and forth, and neither could convince the other.

At this time, there was a middle-aged man wearing glasses, wearing a neatly ironed suit, a vest and tie, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked like a gentleman but a beast.

He was pushed to the front by a group of students, who shouted: This professor has returned from studying in the West, he must know more than us!

The pretentious man, no, the man in the suit loosened his tie, adjusted his glasses, coughed lightly, and then talked about his experiences in the West. As expected, it was full of compliments.
Wang Deming nudged Old Man Qian with his elbow and asked in a low voice, "Who is this guy?"

"From the XX Civil Society."

"Why does he have such a Western style? What does he teach?"

"I think he teaches Western languages."

Seeing the party holding the novel falling into a disadvantage, Wang Deming clicked his tongue and said, "It seems that the ammunition is not enough. It's a pity that I have been prepared."

"House of Cards? Michael Wong? Why have I never heard of this writer?" Zhao Shouyan held a manuscript of a novel in his hand, frowning as he flipped through it carefully. Is it so bold?
"The original version is here." Wang Deming took out a beautifully packaged pure English version of the novel "House of Cards" and handed it to Zhao Shouyan.

"Hey, this is a new writer! No wonder! Wow, his words are so sharp!" Zhao Shouyan couldn't help but read out: "Do I like him? No! Do I trust him? That's not the point!
Any politician who wins 7000 million votes has more power than he or she does, and more power than I do, even if I don't want to admit it.

Look at that winner's smile, that trusting look in his eyes. After 22 years in Congress, I already know the situation well!"

"Hey, Deming, I remember when we were joking, you gave yourself the English name Michael, right? Haha, what a coincidence!"

Wang Deming touched his nose and said with a wry smile, "My friend in Hong Kong saw this name and felt that it was a connection with me, so he mailed the book to me, and that’s when I had time to translate it."

"Tsk tsk." Zhao Shouyan stroked the exquisitely packaged cover. A middle-aged white man sat on a chair that symbolized the White House. He frowned and said, "Deming, is this book too sensitive?"

"Brother Shouyan, don't worry. I translated it and showed it to Mr. Mao Dun and Mr. Zhen. They both supported it. They said it would help the majority of Chinese youth recognize the true nature of the American empire."

"That's good!" Zhao Shouyan slapped the hardcover book hard, "I'll stay up late tonight to finish reading it, and arrange for printing and publishing tomorrow!"

"it is good!"

Soon, another extracurricular book required for higher education reading, "House of Cards," appeared on major campuses.

Just like the previous book, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, as soon as the novel was put on the shelves in the school library, hundreds of copies were snapped up by students who had already received the news.

On campus, in society, and in newspapers, lines from House of Cards can be seen everywhere:

What is faith? Isn't it the ability to persevere even when the test is the most severe?
The best weapon to dispel doubts is the naked facts.

Just because we have differences doesn't mean we can't look out for each other.

What made Wang Deming laugh and cry was that both sides were using the lines in this book to attack each other.
However, this great debate and ideological rectification has slowly freed the country from the attempt of some people to manipulate public opinion to achieve their ulterior motives and to disrupt social customs in order to fish in troubled waters.

Criticism and self-criticism are one of the three fine work styles; the other two are: combining theory with practice, and being closely connected with the people.

At the same time, an investigation report also arrived on the desk of the senior leader.

(End of this chapter)