Reborn and become a Great Scientist

Chapter 174
After listening to the introduction of the president of the Royal Society, no matter how thick-skinned Chen Muwu was, he felt a little blush.

There is no other reason, but it is too high to praise yourself.

It's fine with Thomas Young Bibi, why even the great god Newton was invited out.

Now, after a hundred years, can I be buried under the floor of Westminster Abbey?

But that's just thinking about it.

One is that Chen Muwu is not a British citizen, and the other is that he has no religious beliefs, and of course he does not believe in British Protestantism.

And rather than being buried in a church in England, he himself would rather lie on a mountain somewhere.

After Chairman Sherrington introduced him, it was Chen Muwu's turn to come on stage and sign his name on the membership certificate.

After completing this process, it means that he has become a fellow of the Royal Society and no longer needs to stand on the stage to give a speech like the Nobel Prize.

After all, dozens of new members join the Royal Society every year. If everyone came to the stage to give a lecture, it would probably take a few days to finish the lecture.

After the induction ceremony for new members, there is a half-day recess.

When the various awards for [-] are handed out tomorrow morning, the session at the beginning of this year will be considered a successful conclusion.

According to Eddington, Einstein estimated that he would arrive in London this afternoon, so taking advantage of the half-day recess, Chen Muwu hurried to the Barnet district in the northern suburbs of London.

After participating in the Olympic Games last year, I got acquainted with Lao She on the ship returning to England.

Chen Muwu had always thought about going to Lao She's place to identify his family, but he never had the chance.

He finally had half a day of free time in London today, so he came to visit.

Although it is also in London, Lao She’s residence is more than ten miles away from the Royal Society, and the fastest train from Liverpool Street Station takes more than half an hour.

No. 18, Canarfon Road, a small two-story building similar to Mrs. Brown's house in Cambridgeshire, but much smaller than Mrs. Brown's house.

The layout inside is also similar to the house that Chen Muwu lived in for a year. There are dining room, living room, kitchen and the landlord's room on the first floor, while the three rooms on the second floor are basically rented out to tenants for income.

Chen Muwu met two Chinese people here, one was Lao She who was about the same age as himself, and he didn't know the other who wore small round glasses and looked a few years younger than the two of them.

"Brother Sheyu, it's been more than half a year since my younger brother came to visit for the first time, please forgive me."

Unlike the high-spirited Chen Muwu, Lao She's clothes are somewhat shabby.

He was still wearing the blue serge suit when he met Chen Muwu on the ship for the first time, but after more than half a year of honing, the cuffs on the upper body of this suit were already a little shiny.

It can be seen that he is struggling in England.

But didn't he say that he came to the UK to be a teacher? Didn't the University of London pay him so little?
When we met for the first time on the ship, it was normal for Lao She, who had just come from China, to not know who Chen Muwu was.

But recently, Chen Muwu's photos appeared in the newspapers every three days. Although they were black and white and the definition was not high, they could still make Lao She recognize him.

"Brother Hanchen! When we first met on the steamer last year, I never expected that I would meet such a great person! But today, I didn't even expect that you really came to the humble house!"

As an old Beijing, Lao She first bowed his hands to Chen Muwu, and then walked a few steps forward to shake hands with him.

After letting go, Lao She introduced to the elderly man wearing glasses beside him: "Old Xu, this is Mr. Chen Hanchen you have always wanted to know.

"Brother Hanchen, this is Mr. Xu Dishan. He graduated from Columbia University in the United States last year and is currently studying at Oxford University."

"It turned out to be Mr. Xu. I have admired him for a long time."

Chen Muwu's words are not polite, because he learned a Chinese text when he was in elementary school, the title was "Peanuts", and the author was the Xu Dishan in front of him.

Xu Dishan was more excited than Lao She beside him. He praised and praised Chen Muwu again, such as "the glory of China", "the face of Chinese people", and "knowing astronomy at the top but physics at the bottom", all kinds of flattering words, like Like not wanting money, it came out of his mouth.

After being polite, the three of them came to the living room in the room.

Originally, there were two Chinese living in my home, and the landlord who rented the house to them was not happy.

But who made her poor and had to rely on the little rent from these two Chinese Gods of Wealth to live?

But now, another Chinese guest came who didn't give her any money, and the landlord's attitude towards Chen Muwu was that his nose was not his nose, and his eyes were not his eyes.

She slammed the tray containing the black tea onto the dining table heavily, causing the boiling water in it to overflow a lot.

Of course, Lao She also saw the current predicament, but there was nothing he could do. It was impossible for him to scold the landlord, so he could only apologize with a smile: "Brother Hanchen, don't mind, we are living under the fence, so we can only bow our heads."

Chen Muwu recalled that when he first lived in Mrs. Brown's house, she had the same attitude towards him, only because he was a student of Cambridge University, so she gave him a little high regard.

He wanted to show Lao She's landlord the badge of the Royal Society that he had just obtained this morning and was still hot, but he probably didn't know this woman in the countryside of London, so he had no choice but to give up.

"Brother She Yu..."

As soon as Chen Muwu started talking, he was stopped by Lao She.

"Old Chen, it's too strange for us to call each other brothers. Why don't we call our brothers Bei Jing, like me, and add an old character in front of the surname."

"Okay, Lao Shu... No, brother Sheyu, how can you take advantage of me?"

As expected of a native of Beijing, he has created many comic dialogues, and he is really familiar with the use of ethics.

Chen Muwu was accidentally drawn in, and he became Lao She's nephew directly as a descendant.

"Don't mind Hanchen, I just feel that the titles of 'brother' and 'brother' are strange, so I made a little joke with you. You continue to talk about yourself."

"I came from the city. I took the train for more than half an hour. After getting off the train, I walked for more than ten minutes before I found you. You are studying at the University of London in the city, and you spend commuting time on the road every day. Isn't it going to be over an hour?"

"Well, what can I do? The houses in London are very expensive. Even Old Xu, who has the official fee of the domestic Boxer indemnity, can't afford to live in him, let alone me, a stinky teacher who only earns 250 pounds a year. What! Even for this house, we can only rent it so cheaply because of the guarantee of a pastor we know well. So sometimes the landlord is a little rude to us, so we can only turn a blind eye."

Lao She was still a little sorry for the landlord's behavior just now, so he tried his best to explain to Chen Muwu who was treated lightly.

Chen Muwu didn't care about the landlord's affairs. He heard Lao She just said that his annual salary was 250 pounds.

Although this money is not too much, it is definitely not too little.

With only £140 from Bristol and £210 from St. John's, Dirac was only £[-] a year, and he could live well at Cambridge.

Although the prices in London are higher than those in Cambridgeshire, Lao She can't live in such a tight spot, can he?
When they first met, he only saw Lao She's cuffs, but now sitting face to face on both sides of the dining table, Chen Muwu noticed that the light on the elbows of Lao She's suit was much brighter than the cuffs.

"Brother Shu, forgive me, although the 250 pounds is not much, it is enough to live comfortably in London, right? Why..."

Chen Muwu simply played a straight ball. If Lao She earned money and had other places to go, he felt that he could also provide a little support.

Lao She also did not shy away from this topic: "Old Chen, you don't know something. If I am alone, it is of course 'one person is full, the whole family is not hungry'. But in China, I still have an old mother who needs to support, I have to take half of my monthly salary and remit it back to China.”

No wonder so, living in London with 120 pounds a year, life is indeed going to be stretched.

Chen Muwu wanted to hand out the money directly, but felt that it was always a charity, and he was afraid that the other party would lose face.

While chatting about other topics, he wondered how he could help Lao She quietly.

"Old Chen, I read in the newspaper that you were elected as a member of the Royal Society this year? This is why you came to London this time, right?

"However, what kind of organization is this Royal Society? Is it similar to the cabinet scholars of Wenyuan Pavilion and Martial Arts Hall in the previous dynasty?"

As expected of a native of the capital who lives at the foot of the emperor, the metaphors given by Lao She are so fresh and refined.

But how can the small Royal Society compare with the cabinets of the Ming and Qing dynasties.

The cabinet bachelor corresponds to the UK, not to mention the prime minister, at least he must be a minister.

There are hundreds of people in the Royal Society. If everyone is a prime minister, how bloated the entire British government would be.

Chen Muwu explained to Lao She, but the latter still half understood.

"So that's the case. It seems that my understanding was wrong just now. Although you are not a cabinet bachelor, you should be regarded as a Hanlin in the British Imperial Academy now, right?"

Lao She's statement sounds weird at first, but when you think about it carefully, the metaphor this time is quite appropriate.

Chen Muwu nodded: "Brother Shu is really humorous, that's about it."

"Old Chen, you said just now that there are four to five hundred people in the British Imperial Academy, and they are all great scientists like you?"

"I don't think I can say all of them, but at least [-]% to [-]% of them. The rest are also studying philosophy and literature, and are basically engaged in academic work."

After answering this question, Chen Muwu felt that he suddenly found out how to help Lao She.

"Brother Shu, Brother Xu, besides teaching and going to school, how do you arrange your time in England? Reading books? Reading newspapers? Listening to operas? Or writing and drawing?"

Facing a literary master of later generations, Chen Muwu should of course persuade him to start writing novels!
Although Ye Gongchao's English level is high, he probably cannot compare with Lao She in terms of writing skills.

Moreover, Ye Gongchao now has a strong resistance to Chen Muwu, and he doesn't know if he can be tricked into the bait again next time.

But the Chen George series cannot be stopped, after all, this is one of Chen Muwu's current cash cows.

He wondered if he could ask Lao She, a literary master, to write for him. If it could be done, wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone?
"Old Chen, you are joking again. How can I have spare money to listen to foreign operas in London? I can only read the free newspapers from the landlord's house, or borrow a few books from the school library for entertainment. Old Xu has been writing Novel, so I occasionally learn two strokes from time to time."

Hearing this modest answer, Chen Muwu felt that there was something to be said for it.

"Then I don't know if the two of you have read the detective novels that have been popular in the UK market recently, George Chen's Detective Series?"

Before Lao She could speak, Xu Dishan on the side spoke first: "That set of books is really good, and if I remember correctly, Mr. Chen is also a loyal reader of it, right?

"I remember that you recommended the first "Murder in Paris" to the reporter during the interview at last year's Olympic Games.

"This news has also spread back to China. The World Bookstore in Gehai is very interested in the book you mentioned, so it once wrote me a letter, asking me to translate the book back to Chinese.

"Thanks to your recommendation, I also made a small fortune by translating this book."

Chen Muwu was a little dumbfounded. This was the first time he knew that there was a Chinese translation of this book.

The point is that he, the original author, has not received a single cent of royalties.

As for Xu Dishan as a translator, the World Bookstore only gave him a one-time translation fee, and the royalties from book sales afterward had nothing to do with him.

Forget it, out of sight, out of mind, in the UK.Chen Muwu, he can't go back to China just because of this money.

At the same time, he didn't want to expose his other identity around the world because of the money.

"Both, to be honest, I am the author of this George Chen series, please keep it secret."

After revealing their identities, the two people sitting opposite him were shocked again.

Lao She was the first to react: "No wonder the protagonist is a Chinese, and his surname is chen instead of Ch'ên.

"At first, I thought that the author named Chandler created a character of a Chinese student studying abroad just because you, Old Chen, are too famous in the UK, and gave the character a surname of Chen.

"It turns out that the author is yourself, then everything makes sense!

"Old Chen, you are a genius! How did you manage to write such great novels while doing scientific research?"

Seeing that the new fish had already been hooked, Chen Mu armed himself with a wry smile and made up a lie: "That's why I mentioned this matter to the two of you.

"When I first arrived in the UK, I didn't have much chance to do experiments, and I had a lot of free time, so I took this opportunity to write a few game texts, and I didn't expect my work to sell well in the UK.

"The publishing house has been urging me very hard recently, hoping that I will release a sequel as soon as possible. It's just that I'm really busy with work recently, and I don't have time to write these at all.

"I just heard from Brother Shu that the two brothers can write novels on weekdays. The younger brother has an unfeeling request now, that is, can I ask the two of you to write for the younger brother?

"As for the remuneration, of course the two of you will not be treated badly. How about we split the bill fifty-fifty? Although the money is not much, there is still some thousand or eight hundred pounds."

Chen Muwu spoke very sincerely, he felt that Lao She and Xu Dishan would not refuse.

After all, writing a book can cover Lao She's salary for three or four years.

Wouldn't this greatly alleviate their urgent needs?

Lao She could also feel that Chen Muwu was helping him.

But he still refused, but not because the poor don't get what they want, but for other reasons.

"Old Chen, how can you be polite again? Thank you for your kindness. If it is Chinese, I can try it. It's just that in English, I really have more than I can do.

"I'm not afraid of your jokes. Although I have studied English with the church for several years in Beijing, until now I have only been limited to reading books and newspapers. I have to think for a long time before opening my mouth to speak, let alone writing English novels."

Xu Dishan followed suit and nodded: "She Yu is right. Although I have studied for a few more years, I am also helpless in English writing."

Well, it seems that the foreshadowing was in vain.

For novels aimed at the British market, English is naturally the foundation.If English is not good, then everything else is in vain.

If the Chen Qiaozhi series wants to continue writing, he can only continue to bully and lure his good friend Ye Gongchao.

But this is not a problem for Chen Muwu, because one road is blocked, and he has another.

When Lao She spoke Chinese just now, he could give it a try, right?
The most indispensable thing for buddies is books.

"Since that's the case, I can only think of other ways.

"However, when you were in China, did you read "Legend of the Condor Heroes" serialized in "Yishibao"? That book is also my work."

Before Lao She could speak this time, Xu Dishan had already exclaimed.

"You, you are the Yao Fulan who wrote "Shooting the Condors"? That book is really good!"

Xu Dishan is one of the twelve founders of Zheng Zhenduo and Mao Dun's literary research association. As a representative of new literature, he should not like the novels of the Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School.

It is good to hear from his mouth, which is already a high evaluation of "Shooting the Condors".

Xu Dishan continued: "I have always thought that this is a female author, not only me, but many of our senior classmates think so. The talented woman Xie Wanying, who previously serialized "Stars" in "Morning News" Ms. Bing Xin from "Spring Water" and "Send to Young Readers" was full of praise for Yao Fulan.

"She has always wanted to get acquainted with this heroine author, and if she knows that Yao Fulan is actually behind you, Mr. Chen, I don't know what Xie Wanying will think.

"To be honest, I'm also very curious. The text of that novel is full of heroism. Why did you choose the name of a female author?"

"Brother Xu, this is just a joke that I want to play with the readers, it is just the transliteration of 'your friend' in English.

"Let's talk about this book, the manuscript of this book, I have handed over the full text to "Yi Shi Bao" more than a year ago.

"Since then, they have been urging me to open a new book. Recently, the frequency of urgings has increased a lot. Calculating the time, it should be because the serialization in the newspaper is coming to an end, right?

"At that time, I wrote this novel just to earn my tuition and travel expenses when I came to England.

"And now I don't even have time to write English novels that pay more, let alone continue to contribute to domestic newspapers.

"I originally thought of ignoring domestic press releases, but after seeing the two of you today, I suddenly had a new idea.

"Although I can't write English novels, it shouldn't be a problem if we switch to our mother tongue, right?
"Brother Shu, Brother Xu, if the two of you are willing, I can write out the plot of the second book, and then the two of you can help complete it and send it back to China.

"At the beginning, "Yishibao" offered "Shooting the Condor" ten yuan per thousand characters. Recently, they have raised the price of the new book to fifteen thousand characters. I only want [-]% of the manuscript fee, and the remaining two will do it on their own. How to deal with it?"

The two of them are not fools, and everyone understands what Chen Muwu really thinks.

This offer is so good that no one wants to refuse it again.But they were also unwilling to take too much advantage, they always wanted Chen Muwu to get more money.

When he was talking about the English book just now, he still said that the bill was [-]-[-] cents, but when it came to the Chinese book, it became [-] cents?
But no matter what they said, Chen Muwu insisted on the [-]% figure.

If it is in China, this manuscript fee is indeed very considerable.

But now, this is just a small amount of money for Chen Muwu.

Think of it as having made two friends, with a beginning and an end, and give Yi Shi Bao an explanation.

After pushing each other until the end, Lao She and Xu Dishan finally agreed to the condition, saying that they would treat Chen Muwu to a meal anyway.

Chen Muwu, who didn't want the two poor students to spend money, fled Barnet in a hurry under the pretext of catching the last bus back to London.

Before he left, he left his address at Cambridge University and asked them to keep in touch with each other in the future.

After getting off the train at Liverpool Street Station and rushing back to his residence in London for the past few days, Chen Muwu thought about going to a restaurant to find something to fill his stomach, and then went back to his room to rest.

After all, when he received the award tomorrow, he would finally face his old acquaintance, Einstein, whom he hadn't seen for two years. Since he couldn't escape a battle after the meeting, he had to recharge his batteries tonight.

Just as soon as he walked into the restaurant, Chen Muwu regretted not having that dinner with Barnett, Lao She and Xu Dishan.

Because at this moment, a welcome dinner is being held in the restaurant, accompanied by Eddington and Dyson, director of the Greenwich Observatory.

And the object of welcome happened to be Einstein, whom he had always been thinking about.

The sharp-eyed Chen Muwu saw this situation, and he wanted to quietly exit the restaurant's door before he was noticed.

But Einstein also had sharp eyes and ears, and he also saw the "good student" Chen Muwu who was bowing his body and retreating step by step.

"Hey, Dr. Chen! I'm here! I'm here!"

Of course I know you're here, Doctor!

If you're not here, I'm not leaving yet!
　I'm sorry, I'm sorry, although I uninstalled the game a long time ago, I have encountered some things in the past two days and I am a little busy.

　　I didn’t start writing until after ten o’clock this evening. I wanted to write a [-]-word scumbag, but I thought it was too late, so I might as well finish [-] words.

　　I'm just a little sorry for the readers who waited for the update in the middle of the night, sorry!

　　There may be problems with the update time tomorrow. I will try my best to update on time. If there is a problem, I would like to apologize again in advance. Please bear with me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)