Chapter 213

"Brother One, Brother One, look at how the sketch script I modified is? The teacher asked me to participate in the May Day literary performance, and you didn't write a script for me, which worried me to death."

During the class break of the economics department, Sun Xianjin pushed a thick notebook to Li Ye, looking forward to Li Ye giving him some correction opinions.

Because "Sea Cucumber Fried Noodles" was well received at the New Year's 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 program.

In his thick notebook, he recorded one sketch script after another. Whenever he finished one, he would find Li Ye to share and evaluate.

Li Ye believes that Sun Xianjin still has some spirit. Although limited by the vision of the era, at least he can design some jokes, map some social problems, and occasionally appear brilliant works, which are quite novel.

Of course, Sun Xianjin also has selfishness, because he has successfully pulled Bian Jingjing into the comedy sketch group, and the two can often rehearse together.

"This one of yours is better than the one a few days ago. If you can blend it, maybe it will be better..."

Li Ye pulled out the fountain pen and was about to draw paragraphs on Sun Xianjin's script to discuss optimization plans with him, but at this time, four or five people suddenly entered the classroom door, and one of them wearing a military green jacket shouted as soon as he entered.

"Who is Li Ye?"

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the door in surprise.

Because listening to this person's tone, it was obvious that he was here to find trouble.

Li Ye covered the fountain pen cap in his hand and looked at the few people at the door coldly. Looking at their age, behavior, and aura, they should be senior students of Beijing University.

Li Ye didn't answer, and the others naturally didn't speak. Class monitor Zhen Rongrong was about to stand up and ask, but was pulled by Chen Xiaoling.

Seeing that everyone didn't speak, one of the people who came out wearing a jacket asked again, but this time the tone was much more restrained.

"Excuse me, which one is Li Ye?"

"I am."

Li Ye answered lightly, without urgency or impatience, sitting on the stool without even moving his butt.

Senior students are indeed not easy to offend, because their future is limitless, but there are tens of thousands of people in Beijing University, and it is impossible for Li Ye to be good brothers with everyone.

Just like the catchphrase of the comedian later—there are many people who don't like me, who do you think you are?

"You are Li Ye?"

The first student in the military green jacket looked at Li Ye, lifted his foot and walked over, and put a copy of "Modern Economic Exploration" in his hand in front of Li Ye.

Then he spread it to one of the pages, pointed to the title of an article, and said unkindly: "Is this 'Mutual Needs of Industrial Transfer and Acceptance' written by you?"

Li Ye glanced at the article in the magazine, and probably had a guess in his heart.

Then he raised his head and looked at the other party coldly, and asked unkindly: "And who are you? Which department?"

"..."

The Zhongshan suit was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Li Ye's attitude to be more unkind than him, but just as he was about to attack, the one wearing the jacket behind had already walked over.

"Hello, we are from the 80 Mathematics Department. We just saw an article written by Li Ye today, and we have some different opinions and want to discuss it with him."

Hearing that this person spoke quite kindly, Li Ye stood up, nodded and admitted: "I am Li Ye, and this article was written by me."

Just as Li Ye finished speaking, there was an exclamation in the classroom.

"What are they talking about? Li Ye actually published a paper in a magazine? Why is there no wind at all?"

"I don't know! This little brother is mysterious, and he does unexpected things from time to time. It's not strange to publish a paper, right?"

"I don't know if it's strange or not, but it seems that the article he published is quite controversial. Otherwise, why would the 80-level students come to discuss it with him?"

"It's a debate. We watch them seniors arguing all day long, but I didn't expect it to be our turn today."

"What is the Mathematics Department doing here to discuss economic issues? We have to help Li Ye, right?"

"That's for sure, let's go, go over and help!"

Li Ye's classmates all surrounded him, surrounding Li Ye and a few senior students in the center.

And Zhen Rongrong also came forward and said: "Students, our class supports various forms of academic discussion, but please control your emotions. Can friendly discussion be okay?"

"Of course."

The jacket reached out to Li Ye, and after shaking hands, said: "I am Yang Chen, he is Song Ziyuan. We are all members of the Grass Self-Strengthening Literature Society. We usually like to discuss some current affairs issues."

The military green jacket glanced at his companion, didn't mean to shake hands, and said directly: "I have strong different opinions on your 'Mutual Needs of Industrial Transfer and Acceptance'."

"In this article, you wantonly advocate the benefits of accepting the backward industries of the Western world, and describe the Western blood-sucking exploitation of us as mutual needs of both sides..."

"We introduce industries that Westerners themselves don't want to do, and then export goods to the West at low costs. Do you understand how this low cost comes from?"

Song Ziyuan raised his tone and said with deep hatred: "This is our self-exploitation. By exploiting our compatriots to achieve the purpose of licking the feet of Westerners... you... deserve to die!"

"..."

"Who are you saying deserves to die? Who are you saying deserves to die?"

Sun Xianjin was the first to disagree, his small stature went directly to the front of Song Ziyuan, and he started to roll up his sleeves angrily.

The temper of people from Heilongjiang is not generally straight.

Class monitor Zhen Rongrong was also very unhappy and said: "How are you talking? Discussing problems is discussing problems, why do you want to attack people personally? If you do this again, please go out."

"How did we attack people personally? Do you know what this student Li Ye said in the article?"

Song Ziyuan took the magazine without giving in, pointed to it and said: "Look at this one... Developing countries accepting industrial transfer from developed countries is the only way to prosperity... How to accept?"

"You come and tell me how to accept?" Song Ziyuan looked at Li Ye and asked straightly: "Is it a joint venture? Or simply let foreign capital be wholly owned?

I think you are not introducing industries, you are introducing dangerousism, you are pushing our brothers and sisters into the abyss of being exploited."

The surroundings were quiet for a few seconds, but then there was a "boom" of noise.

"How can you put this kind of hat on? Li Ye just expressed his views on economics. You are too much..."

"Now we are already in contact with foreign capital, and the Canton Fair is held every year. What is the problem with Li Ye's point of view? You don't understand at all, but you come to accuse a student..."

Yang Chen, who was wearing a jacket, stood up and said in a deep voice: "Everyone don't be excited, we are just here to discuss problems.

The point of view stated by student Li Ye in this article is very different from our current strategy. We think he has the intention of binding our industry with the Western economy.

If this intention succeeds, we are likely to suffer serious exploitation by the Western world. Maybe we have to export tens of thousands of clothes to exchange for a car.

This is secondary. If we develop light industry, but the West puts forward various difficult conditions and suddenly doesn't want our products, what should we do? Should we just let them exploit us?"

"And publishing it in this kind of national journal has too much influence."

"..."

Zhen Rongrong and others didn't speak, because although they didn't understand what Yang Chen and Song Ziyuan meant, the word "exploitation" was really too sensitive.

Everyone looked at Li Ye, especially Song Ziyuan, whose eyes were burning as if he wanted to pull out the tail behind Li Ye.

Li Ye didn't rush to refute Song Ziyuan and Yang Chen. He was just confronting them with selfless and fearless eyes.

Twenty seconds later, the suffocation in everyone's hearts reached the extreme, and Song Ziyuan's confident momentum began to become restless and scattered.

Li Ye's emotions, expressions, and eyes were too calm. There was no embarrassment of being exposed, as if nothing had happened.

Finally, Li Ye opened his mouth and said: "The premise of my writing this article is that our China joins the big circle of world trade.

If we join, then industrial binding caused by the market economy is inevitable."

"..."

Everyone looked at each other, because the meaning of Li Ye's words was as if to say... since we are on this table of world trade, then "exploitation" will be everywhere.

Saying this in '83 is not generally bold.

Just over a year ago, at the graduation ceremony of the 77-level economics department, a teacher at Beijing University said that individual students published anti-Marxist views, and cultivating such people is simply cultivating the gravediggers of the proletariat.

And in a wave of criticizing "bourgeois liberalization," an old gentleman from the economics department of Beijing University published "Research on Modern Western Economics and Socialist Economic Modernization in Our Country" in the "Beijing University Journal," and then "Daily News" reprinted it with half a page, causing a strong social response, and Western economics had a legal living space in the mainland.

So it is conceivable that the environment at this moment is not unified in its attitude towards Western capital.

There are actually many ambitious young people like Song Ziyuan. Li Ye has seen many students at Beijing University in the past year, arguing until their faces are red and their ears are thick for a point of view, which is also very normal.

They actually love this country more than most people, but their thoughts are that although we are poor, we don't pick up rags, and we don't serve your ass.

But Li Ye knows a fact very well: there is a return only if there is payment. What you are afraid of is that you don't even have the value of being exploited.

Latecomers, in the process of catching up, don't know how much inequality they have to endure, and how many tears they have to endure to succeed.

When forty years later, China, after a long period of burying its head and enduring, makes the world look at it again,

looking back at the road traveled, it is piece by piece of shirts, one by one buttons, one by one toys, one by one drops of sweat from brothers and sisters, step by step, hard-born on the thorny mountain wilderness, filling out a bright avenue.

It can be said that Li Ye is the only person in this era who sees the light through the fog, and also the firmest 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 to develop?"

"You misunderstood, it's trade binding."

Li Ye shook his head and said: "But who is binding whom is still unknown. We need the world, and the world also needs us.

They can use orders to hold us hostage, and we can also use production capacity to hold them hostage."

"This is impossible," Song Ziyuan waved his hand suddenly: "They are buyers. They don't have to buy yours; they can buy others'. By then, we will have spent a lot of financial resources to establish excess low-end industries, and we will definitely be held hostage by others."

Buy others'?

Li Ye smiled slightly and didn't explain further.

No one in '83 would have thought that China decades later would have almost squeezed out global daily necessities manufacturers. Even if you don't buy mine and buy the South Vietnamese monkeys', the source is actually madeinchina.

The powerful manufacturing industry that China has endured and developed for decades has made the whole world tremble.

"What are you laughing at?"

Song Ziyuan looked at Li Ye's smile, and the more he looked, the more angry he felt, because Li Ye's contemptuous eyes made people feel as if a college student was laughing at an elementary school student for not understanding calculus.

Li Ye didn't intend to argue with Song Ziyuan and the others, so he said directly: "I admire your worries about this country, but you are not from the economics department, so it is better not to make rash conclusions about some professional economic problems."

"What do you mean by that?"

Now even Yang Chen was unhappy. College students of the current era, regardless of which major, generally have the idea of "for the country and for the people." Li Ye denied their qualifications to participate in the discussion on the grounds of different majors, which is too much.

But Li Ye said: "You are the Mathematics Department, so I would like to ask a mathematical question. Who do you think will be awarded the Nobel Prize in Mathematics this year?"

"..."

Zhen Rongrong, Sun Xianjin, and others were a bit confused, not understanding why Li Ye would suddenly ask this question.

A few students were even asking each other, who are the nominees for this year's Nobel Prize in Mathematics?

But Song Ziyuan laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, there is no Nobel Prize in Mathematics at all. You don't even know this, and you still ask questions? It's really funny to death..."

But Yang Chen's mind turned, feeling 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 mathematical problems with you.

Then you don't even have basic economic knowledge, so why do you think you can evaluate my economic views?"

Song Ziyuan's laughter stopped abruptly, looking at Li Ye with a complex expression, very angry, but he couldn't get angry.

(End of this chapter)