Today's author sucks the wind - if there is a next life
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After field archaeology was defeated in the tenth academic experiment of scientific and technological restoration archaeology, the prestige accumulated by field archaeology over the past century gradually withered.
A series of labels such as 'conservative', 'eating old and not changing', 'not knowing how to change', 'inefficient' and so on followed.
Indeed, compared to the scientific and technological restoration of ancient battlefields using genetic description, CG and other high technologies to restore ancient battlefields that have emerged in recent years, field archaeology based on conjectures of relics does seem to be so 'conservative and inefficient'.
The editorials all said that "field archaeology reached its peak under the leadership of Mr. Tan in the era when the Daxu Dynasty was revealed, and now it has declined."
This kind of rhetoric is even more out of control when Kechuang's restoration and archaeology depicts the appearance of the famous Tang Dynasty poet XX.
There are very few students who apply for field archaeology at the university, and when they block it, they go downhill, beating their chests and sighing "Lingding".
Another hundred years have passed. Year 2XX1.
Today, among hundreds of colleges and universities across the country, Song Yuanyin, a professor of Xian X University who has retained the 'ancient major' of field archaeology, a female professor who has been insisting on field archaeology for nearly 40 years, still brings her disciples to her 60s. After half a year of fieldwork in the Northwest, a student found a beautiful but bizarre jade stone carving in a quicksand pit by chance, and then Professor Song led his disciples to investigate the Gobi Desert for several months.
Fall of 2XX3. A large construction team was stationed in an oasis in the Gobi Desert in the northwest. On the day when the shield machine was excavating, Professor Song rushed to the construction site overnight to block it.
In the spring of 2XX4, in Zhangye, Gansu Province, where the peach red grass is green, the top-floor conference room of the new high-rise building in the center of the city was filled with archaeologists from all over the country, smiling and chatting with colleagues in the industry who had not seen it for a long time.
If you observe carefully, you can tell that nearly four-fifths of them are the leaders of Kechuang restoration archaeology.
A young man with glasses at the venue was commissioned by Professor Song, whose voice was hoarse due to a cold, to stand on the stage and publish the findings of their archaeological team in recent years.
The young man looked no more than twenty-six or seventeen, tall and thin, and the voice of the report was serious and calm. The audience was full of industry elites, but he did not show any signs of cowardice, even if everyone present, including him, understood how many waves were hidden in this seemingly peaceful venue today. Because Kechuang restoration and archaeology concluded that there were no remains under the soil layer.
On the side of the magnificent Qilian Mountains, after decades, field archaeology will once again argue with Kechuang restoration archaeology, concerning the dynasty under the oasis of the Gobi Desert.
At the same moment, in the office on the other side of the top floor of the building, a handsome man dressed in a neat military uniform of unknown rank stepped out of the office, and the guards outside the door quickly caught up.
"Mr. Su," the guard walked half a step to the left of the man, bowed his head and said, "The car is ready." He always called the man Mr. Su outside.
The man didn't turn his head, only replied in a low voice, "Yeah."
Noticing that there were many people coming and going in the conference room on the other side outside the glass light curtain, the man said, "There are so many people today?"
When the guard heard this, he quickly explained: "It's an academic discussion of archaeology, which has been arranged earlier..."
His ex-man's itinerary has always been kept secret, and even this time he came to Gansu because he had arranged an important task in Beijing a few days ago.
"Archaeology?" The man's peach blossom eyes squinted slightly, with mixed emotions, "How did you arrange to come here?"
This building is the office building of the XX army company. Even if there is no venue for this kind of academic meeting, it should not be arranged here.
"Because it happened to involve the construction in the northwest, it was settled here... The company also invited other experts in archaeology to come here."
When the guard said this, the man understood that the construction of the large-scale JUNBEI warehouse in the northwest was blocked by the old archaeological faction. He knew about this, but he did not know that it was still delayed until now. .
Although it is still early before the final build time of the JUNBEI library...
The man smiled and stopped looking over there, "Make it clear to the person in charge: the opinions of the experts must be respected, but..." The man's tone changed slightly, "The construction period cannot be delayed."
The meaning of this is self-evident.
"Yes."
If a man wants to go downstairs, he must bypass the light curtain glass and walk to the floating ladder on the other side of the conference room.
Just walking to the front of the conference room, the man suddenly slowed down his steps, and his face was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound from the conference room, but it was fleeting.
He walked to the floating ladder as usual, and the induction floating ladder automatically opened the glass light curtain.
However, the man stood in front of the door, but never stepped in.
Seeing that the man had not moved for a long time, the guard asked, "Mr. Su?"
"Zhou Fei."
The guard heard the sound and immediately stood at attention.
"I heard that the domestic field archaeology group has long since declined. Why can this project be put on hold for nearly half a year with the strength of dozens of people?"
"This..." Although Zhou Fei was a good player in the military, he had never really understood this academic circle, and he had never even heard of any field archaeology school.
Naturally, the man knew that his security guard couldn't answer, his eyes rolled, he turned around and walked towards the door of the huge conference room, making it unclear what he was going to do.
However, Zhou Fei wouldn't ask too much. As for the meeting in the south of the city at three o'clock, since he didn't care about following this boss, why would he worry about it. Wherever the man goes, he follows.
At the venue, the young man's report was coming to an end.
"...Calculations in the past year, we are sure that there is an ancient dynasty ruins in the subterranean oasis, if..."
Before the young man finished speaking, the retro mahogany door of the conference room creaked open.
The young man followed the people in the venue to look for the sound, but with just one look, he was stunned in the same place when he reported that he was strong and calm.
In front of the opened mahogany gate, stood two men in military uniforms, and the man in the first place, tall, solemn and elegant, with slightly curved peach eyes, that kind of feeling familiar to the soul , suddenly makes the young man's heart astringent, and his heart is full of ups and downs.
However, before he could take a closer look, the person in charge of the enterprise in the field had already stood up and hurriedly walked to the man, blocking his sight and the sight of the young man who was looking forward to it.
"Big..." The person in charge of the company was about to call out the name, but suddenly remembered that men don't like to be called like this, so he changed his words: "How come Mr. Su has time to come here, hey, I'm really, I'm wrong. Welcome, be afraid!"
As soon as these words came out, the people on the field couldn't help but guess the identity of the man who came. He was so young, dressed in military uniform, with a 'big' rank, and was also called Mr. Su...
At this thought, people who were a little concerned about current affairs were startled. At the other end of the army was a young general with military merit - Su Lingxing.
How could he be here? ! Is this going to put pressure on the archaeological team blocking the construction period?
The people in the field were so shocked, Su Lingxing, who was blocked from sight, didn't care, looked down at the person in charge of the company, shook his head and said, "I'll take a look, don't make a sound, let's continue."
"Okay, okay," the person in charge nodded and bowed, leading Su Lingxing to sit down at his original position, and changed a cup of freshly brewed tea.
Professor Song on the stage saw the young man still stunned. He followed the young man's line of sight with some confusion, and then he coughed lightly and said in a low voice: "Tan Cheng, cough cough—"
The young man returned to his senses when he heard the sound, took a deep breath, looked at the idea screen in his hand, and continued: "If the project is not relocated and the large-scale roadheader goes off, the historical relics of thousands of years will be destroyed overnight... ."
At the end of the report, Qin Cheng looked away from the electronic screen, and Su Lingxing, who was sitting in the first place and looking at the information in his hand, also happened to raise his eyes slightly. , looked up at the connoisseurs in the audience, "No matter what the result is today, no matter whether this project will continue to advance, but one thing is certain, history, if it existed, it existed, not because you and I hold different arguments today. , not changed by this short and superficial debate."
As soon as these words came out, the venue where the whispers were being discussed fell silent.
Huang Zhiju, the archaeological leader of N University next to Professor Song, said in a low voice, "You asked him to say this?"
Professor Song shook his head and smiled, and glanced at his former classmates, "No, probably because I have dealt with you too much during this period of time, so I have some insight."
Huang Zhigu pretended not to hear the ridicule, and asked again, "Your student, is your name Tan Cheng?"
"Yes."
"It's the same name as that old gentleman."
Song Yuanyin looked at Qin Cheng on the stage and sighed, "Yeah, same surname, same name."
Huang Zhiju said: "If the accuracy rate of science and technology is 99%, the accuracy rate of step-by-step research can be 100%."
Song Yuanyin laughed: "Then why did you 'defection' in the first place?"
"Because it's too slow, so slow that I may not be able to see the truth of a history in my lifetime."
"..."
"But you still can't win today, we have seen everything underground, and you are just guessing."
"yes?"
The discussion at this meeting was fruitless. Song Yuanyin could not produce more exact evidence to prove that the buried underground was indeed a relic of a dynasty, but Tan Cheng found a loophole in the scientific detection of the yellow paper.
After seeing the attitude of Su Lingxing, the person in charge made a final decision: "History must be respected. Please ask the Huang Zhiji team to probe again to see if there are any relics."
The meeting lasted for five hours and ended at nearly eight o'clock in the night.
Su Ling walked up to Song Yuanyin and said with a slight smile, "Professor Song's class today has opened the eyes of the juniors, and the academic rigor makes people look respectful and amazed."
"Mr. Su can come to support, we are also honored."
Su Lingxing smiled, and then looked at the young man who had been looking at him: "Famous teachers have mastered apprentices, and this Mr. Tan will definitely be a pillar in the future."
Tan Cheng, who had been wanting to talk to him, was about to answer when he heard the sound, and Huang Zhiju on the side said with a smile, "Today I am truly amazed. You young man actually understands CG technology and high-level X research so thoroughly? You still found ours. loopholes, overturning our conclusions."
Qin Cheng smiled and said, "Know yourself and know your enemy."
Huang Zhiju looked at the young man and didn't know what to say for a while, but just patted Tan Cheng's shoulder: "The future generations are formidable."
The guard beside Su Lingxing whispered something to Su Lingxing, Su Lingxing nodded, and then said to several people: "Two professors, this junior has some urgent matters to deal with, so let's go first."
"Okay, Mr. Su, walk slowly."
Su Lingxing nodded, glanced at Qin Cheng in front of him, and turned to leave.
Seeing this, Qin Cheng felt anxious, strode forward, and grabbed Su Lingxing's hand.
This action made several people on the field stunned. When the guards on the side saw this, they stepped forward to overturn Qin Cheng to the ground, but Su Lingxing raised his hand to signal him not to act indiscriminately, and stopped the jam. The hand towards Qin Cheng's neck.
The moment Qin Cheng took Su Lingxing's hand, he knew that he had overstepped, but just now, he didn't have time to think so much.
After letting go of the hands, Qin Cheng stared into Su Lingxing's eyes for a long time, unable to speak.
"What's wrong with Mr. Tan?"
Feeling the suspicious eyes of several classmates and professors around him, Qin Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Su...I have something I want to talk to you about...I wonder if you... ."
Seeing this, Song Yuanyin hurriedly blocked Qin Cheng, preventing him from continuing to speak. They know what Mr. Su's status is, what can Qin Cheng do to find a leader of the military FANG?
Moreover, it is said that this Mr. Su is the one who will go to that position in the future...
Such a person, such a character, how can Qin Cheng, a student, say something? Where can I say something?
Is Qin Cheng crazy?
"Senior brother..." A senior junior sister beside Tan Cheng also hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Tan Cheng's hand, "Don't..."
Su Lingxing inadvertently glanced at the tender hands that were holding Qin Cheng tightly.
Then he raised his eyebrows, looked at Qin Cheng, and said lightly, "Ten minutes."
The people around were startled when they heard the sound.
The security guard was even more stupid. Thinking of that incident, his heart became anxious, and he rarely blurted out: "Su Xian..."
Just before the words were finished, Su Lingxing raised his hand, and the guard swallowed his words after choking.
"I, give you ten minutes."
Tan Cheng looked at the person in front of him, the sour feeling surged up in his heart, and the only word he said was that: "Okay."
The author has something to say: convulsions, no responsibility.
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