Chapter 213 Li Ye, did you write this article?
"Brother Yi, take a look at the skit I revised. What do you think? My teacher asked me to participate in the May Day Cultural Performance, but you didn't write the script for me. I'm so worried."
During the break time of the Economics Department, Sun Xianjin pushed a thick notebook to Li Ye, expecting Li Ye to give him some advice and suggestions.
Because "Sea Cucumber Fried Noodles" received unanimous praise at the New Year's Eve party a few months ago, Sun Xianjin seemed to have suddenly opened up his Ren and Du meridians and fell in love with the creation of this kind of comedy show.
His thick notebook contained one skit script after another, and every time he finished one, he would look for Li Ye to share and comment on it.
Li Ye believes that Sun Xianjin is still somewhat talented. Although he is limited by the vision of the times, he can at least design some jokes, reflect some social issues, and occasionally produce some inspired works that are quite novel.
Of course, Sun Xianjin also had his own selfish motives, because he had successfully brought Bian Jingjing into the comedy sketch group, and the two could rehearse together frequently.
"This is better than the one from a few days ago. If you can mix them together, it might be even better."
Li Ye took out the pen and was about to mark out paragraphs on Sun Xianjin's script to discuss the optimization plan with him, but at this moment four or five people suddenly came in at the classroom door. One of them, who was wearing a military green coat, shouted as soon as he entered the door.
"Who is Li Ye?"
Everyone raised their heads and looked towards the door in surprise.
Because from the tone of this person, it's obvious that he's here to cause trouble.
Li Ye put the cap on the pen in his hand and looked coldly at the people at the door. Judging from their age, behavior and aura, they should be senior students of Peking University.
Li Ye did not answer, and naturally the others did not speak either. Squad leader Zhen Rongrong was about to stand up and ask, but was pulled back by Chen Xiaoling.
Seeing that no one spoke, a man in a jacket came out and asked again, but this time his tone was much more restrained.
"Excuse me, which one is Li Ye?"
"I am."
Li Ye answered softly, without any haste or impatience, and did not even move his butt from the stool.
It is indeed not easy to offend senior classmates because their future is limitless, but there are tens of thousands of people in the entire Peking University, and it is impossible for Li Ye to be a good brother to everyone.
Just like the comedian’s catchphrase later - there are a lot of people who don’t like me, so who are you?
"Are you Li Ye?"
The first student in the green military coat who spoke looked at Li Ye, walked over, and placed a copy of "Modern Economic Discussion" in front of Li Ye.
Then he opened the page, pointed at the title of an article, and said unkindly, "Did you write this article, "The Mutual Needs of Industrial Transfer and Acceptance"? "
Li Ye glanced at the article in the magazine and had a rough guess in his mind.
Then he raised his head and looked at the other person coldly, and asked in the same unkind tone: "Who are you? Which department are you from?"
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The man in the Zhongshan suit was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Li Ye's attitude to be even more unfriendly than his. But just as he was about to get angry, the man in the jacket behind him came over.
"Hello, we are from the 80 Mathematics Department. Today we just happened to see an article written by Li Ye. We have some different opinions and would like to discuss it with him."
Hearing that the man spoke in a rather kind manner, Li Ye stood up and nodded, admitting, "I am Li Ye, and I wrote this article."
As soon as Li Ye finished speaking, there was a cry of surprise in the classroom.
"What are they talking about? Li Ye actually published a paper in a magazine? How come there was no news at all?"
"I don't know! This little brother is so mysterious and always does something unexpected. It's not surprising that he publishes a paper, right?"
"I don't know if it's unusual or not, but it seems that the article he published is quite controversial. Otherwise, why would level 80 people come to discuss it with him?"
"It's an argument. We watch the seniors quarreling all day long. We didn't expect it would be our turn today."
"Why are people from the mathematics department here to discuss economic issues? We have to help Li Ye, right?"
"Of course, let's go and help!"
All of Li Ye's classmates gathered around, surrounding Li Ye and several senior classmates in the center.
Zhen Rongrong also stepped forward and said, "Students, our class supports all forms of academic discussion, but please control your emotions and have a friendly discussion, okay?"
"sure."
The man in the jacket stretched out his hand to Li Ye, shook hands and said, "I'm Yang Chen, he's Song Ziyuan, we're both members of the Xiaocao Dang Ziqiang Literary Society, and we usually like to discuss current affairs."
The man in the green army coat glanced at his companion, without any intention of shaking hands, and said directly: "I strongly disagree with your article "The Mutual Needs of Industrial Transfer and Acceptance"."
"In this article, you vigorously promote the benefits of accepting the backward industries of the Western world, and describe the blood-sucking exploitation of us by the West as a mutual need between the two sides."
"We introduce industries that Westerners themselves don't want to do, and then export goods to the West at a low cost. Do you understand how this low cost is achieved?"
Song Ziyuan raised his voice and said with disgust: "This is our self-exploitation. By exploiting our compatriots, we want to flatter the Westerners. Damn you!"
“.”
"Who do you say should die? Who do you say should die?"
Sun Xianjin was the first one to be unwilling. He pushed his small body in front of Song Ziyuan and began to roll up his sleeves with a snort of anger.
The tempers of people from Heilongjiang Province are extremely straightforward.
Class monitor Zhen Rongrong was also very unhappy and said: "How can you talk like that? Why do you have to make personal attacks when you are discussing the problem? If you do this again, I will ask you to leave."
"How did we make personal attacks? Do you know what this student Li Ye said in the article?"
Song Ziyuan picked up the magazine without giving in, pointed at it and said, "Look at this. It is the only way for developing countries to become rich and strong if they accept industrial transfer from developed countries. How can we accept it?"
"Tell me how to accept it?" Song Ziyuan looked at Li Ye and asked directly, "Is it a joint venture? Or should we just let the foreign capital be wholly owned?
I think you are not bringing in industry, you are bringing in dangerous ideologies, you are pushing our brothers and sisters into the abyss of oppression.”
The surroundings were quiet for a few seconds, but then suddenly there was a loud bang.
"How can you put such a accusation on me? Li Ye just expressed his views on the economy. You are going too far."
"We are already in contact with foreign investment, and the Canton Fair is held every year. What's wrong with Li Ye's point of view? You don't understand anything at all, but you come to blame a student."
Yang Chen, who was wearing a jacket, stood up and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, don't get excited. We are just here to discuss the problem.
The viewpoints expressed by Mr. Li Ye in this article are very different from our current strategy. We believe that he intends to tie our industry to the Western economy.
If this intention succeeds, we will probably be severely exploited by the Western world. We may have to export tens of thousands of pieces of clothing to buy a car.
This is the second thing. If we develop light industry, but the West puts forward various difficult conditions and suddenly does not want our products, what should we do? Should we just let them exploit us? "
“And being published in a national journal like this has a huge impact.”
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Zhen Rongrong and the others stopped talking, because although they didn't understand what Yang Chen and Song Ziyuan meant, the word "exploitation" was too sensitive.
Everyone looked at Li Ye, especially Song Ziyuan, whose eyes were scorching as if he wanted to find out the tail behind Li Ye.
Li Ye did not rush to refute Song Ziyuan and Yang Chen, he just confronted them with a selfless and fearless look.
Twenty seconds later, everyone's depression reached its peak, and Song Ziyuan's confident spirit began to become restless and chaotic.
Li Ye's emotions, expressions, and eyes were all too calm. He didn't feel embarrassed at all about having his weaknesses exposed, as if nothing had happened.
Finally, Li Ye said, "The premise of my writing this article is that we, the flower growers, will join the big circle of world trade.
If we join in, then industry bundling due to the market economy is inevitable.”
“.”
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, because what Li Ye meant was as if he was saying that since we are at the table of world trade, "exploitation" will be everywhere.
To say such a thing in 1983 was extremely bold.
Just over a year ago, at the graduation ceremony of the 1977 Economics Department, a professor at Kyoto University said that some students expressed anti-Marxist views, and cultivating such people is simply cultivating the gravediggers of the proletariat.
Amid a wave of criticism of "bourgeois liberalization", an old gentleman from the Department of Economics of Peking University published "Research on Modern Western Economics and Modernization of my country's Socialist Economy" in the "Journal of Peking University". Later, the "First Daily" reprinted it with half a page, which aroused strong social repercussions. Only then did Western economics gain a legal living space in the mainland.
So it is conceivable that in the current environment, there is no unified attitude towards Western capital.
There are actually many aspiring young people like Song Ziyuan. In the past year, Li Ye has met many students from Peking University who argued over a point of view until they were red in the face. This is also normal.
They actually love this country more than most people, but they think that although we are poor, we don’t pick up rags or serve you.
But Li Ye is very clear about one fact: there is no reward without hard work, and the worst thing is that you are not even worth being exploited.
In the process of catching up, latecomers will have to endure countless inequalities and tears before they can succeed.
Forty years later, when the flower growers, after a long period of hard work and patience, finally attracted the world's attention,
Looking back at the road we have traveled, it is with shirts, buttons, toys, and drops of sweat from our brothers and sisters that we have paved a bright road through the thorny mountains and fields, step by step.
It can be said that Li Ye is the only person of this era who can see the light through the fog, and he is also the most staunch supporter of the market economy.
Song Ziyuan widened his eyes, looked at Li Ye and asked in a deep voice: "Do you really think that we need to be exploited in order to develop?"
"You misunderstood. It's trade bundling."
Li Ye shook his head and said, "But it is still unclear who is binding whom. We need the world, and the world needs us as well.
They can use orders to blackmail us, and we can also use production capacity to blackmail them."
"That's impossible," Song Ziyuan waved his hand suddenly and said, "They are buyers. If they don't want to buy from you, they can buy from others. By then, we have spent a lot of financial resources to build an oversupply of low-end industries, and we will definitely be controlled by others."
Buy someone else's?
Li Ye smiled slightly and did not explain further.
No one born in 1983 would have thought that decades later, flower growers would almost squeeze out all the daily necessities manufacturers in the world. Even if you don’t buy mine and buy those from South Vietnam Monkey, the source is actually made in China.
The powerful manufacturing industry that the flower growers have developed with decades of patience and dedication has made the whole world tremble.
"why are you laughing?"
Song Ziyuan looked at Li Ye's smile and became angrier and angrier, because Li Ye's contemptuous look made him feel like a college student laughing at a primary school student for not understanding calculus.
Li Ye was not going to argue with Song Ziyuan and the others, so he said directly: "I admire your concerns about this country, but you are not from the economics department, so it is better not to jump to conclusions on some professional economic issues."
"What do you mean by that?"
Even Yang Chen was unhappy about this. Nowadays, college students, regardless of their majors, generally have the idea of "serving the country and the people". Li Ye denied their qualifications to participate in the discussion based on their different majors. This was too much.
But Li Ye said, "You are from the Department of Mathematics, so I want to ask you a math question. Who do you think will be awarded the Nobel Prize in Mathematics this year?"
“.”
Zhen Rongrong, Sun Xianjin and others were a little confused and didn't understand why Li Ye suddenly asked this question.
Some students were even asking each other who were nominated for this year's Nobel Prize in Mathematics?
But Song Ziyuan laughed out loud: "Hahahaha, there is no Nobel Prize in Mathematics. You don't even know this, so what kind of question are you asking? It really makes me laugh to death."
But Yang Chen's mind raced, and he felt something was wrong.
But at this time, Li Ye had already spread his hands and said helplessly: "Look, I don't even know that there is no Nobel Prize in Mathematics, but I want to discuss mathematics with you.
So why do you think you can judge my economic views when you don’t even have basic knowledge of economics?”
Song Ziyuan's laughter stopped abruptly. He looked at Li Ye with a complicated expression. He was very angry, but he couldn't express it.
(End of this chapter)
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