Exploring the Secret: Dig the Mausoleum of the First Emperor at the beginning

Chapter 6
"Director Wang, thanks to your great love, I have no reason to refuse this job."

"You have your own ideas?"

"I think it may be more suitable for me to continue my studies. I hope that in the future, I can continue to learn from my predecessors in the spirit of being taller and stronger."

"Yes, young people, you still need to learn more. I agree with this idea. If you want to come in the future, please feel free to say hello to me."

The four professors present here were more and more pleased with Qin Chen.

Over the years, they have met many young people.

They are proud of their talents, show off their appearance, and study hard, but most of them can't catch their eyes.

Someone as talented as Qin Chen.

And such a humble junior, they are really rare.

Wang Qingsong sipped his drink, smiled heartily, and said.

"You boy, really deal with my temper. I am a straightforward person. What I hate the most is when people flatter me."

"Fortunately, you are not such a person. If you didn't criticize the back of "Xia Shi" today, I really look down on you."

"How dare I, it's just some naive and simple ideas."

"Due to my identity for so many years, those younger generations regard my words as the standard, and regard my research results as the top of Mount Tai, which is difficult to shake."

"No one dares to criticize me, no one dares to question me, you kid is the first one."

Qin Bohan interrupted Wang Qingsong.

"Xiaochen, I think your article "Research on the Origin of the Sui and Tang Dynasties" must be published, and it should be placed in the "Literature and History" journal."

Wang Qingsong said immediately after hearing this.

"I suggest to put it in the journals of "Archaeology" or "Acta Archaeological Sciences", these two journals have great influence and persuasion."

Professor Liu Zongren, who hadn't spoken much all this time, choked back the "Historical Journal" he was talking about.

Because "Literature and History", "Archaeology", and "Journal of Archeology", these three are all category A first-level journals.

The "Historical Journal" is only a B-level journal.

Qin Chen naturally understood these things, and with these two theses, he could actually graduate with a doctorate directly.

Qin Bohan continued: "Qin Chen, I happen to have a spot for a master's and doctoral program in my hand. If you want to come, I will reserve it for you."

Not to be outdone, the other two professors offered an olive branch.

They all use the combination of master and doctorate, free tuition for five years, and full scholarship every year to attract Qin Chen.

A person who can bring to the school and publish papers in A1-level journals is the wealth of the school.

The more Professor Zhou listened, the more he felt something was wrong. How did this gradually change from praise to poaching.

Faced with the generous temptation of the other three professors, Wang Qingsong even proposed to introduce his niece to Qin Chen.

"This... I'm afraid this won't work."

As soon as Qin Chen spoke, the atmosphere in the box suddenly became silent.

"Master and Ph.D., I really want to be with you three, but it's too late. Who told me to meet Professor Zhou first?"

Zhou Jinglun filled his wine glass and poured it down his throat.

The mellow aroma of liquor gave him a hearty feeling.

happy!

Zhou Jinglun was very pleased.

"Oh, don't think about it. Qin Chen has been recommended. He is pursuing a master's degree and a Ph.D. in my major. Just imagine, can our school let such an outstanding talent go? You old people You thief, you still want to poach someone."

Ah!
Qin Chen was bewildered and was recommended for admission, and he was still studying for a master's degree and a Ph.D.!
Professor Zhou drank wine one after another, his face flushed slightly: "In my life, I have had countless students, but I have never accepted an apprentice. Let alone today, taking advantage of this situation, I dared to propose that I accept Qin Chen as an apprentice, and of course he is also a closed disciple. , I just don’t know what he meant?”

Qin Chen was taken aback for a moment, while the other four were surprised and relieved.

Zhou Jinglun had no children under his knees all his life, and devoted his whole life to the cause of archaeology.

Today, I also hangover to add to the fun, but a wish was fulfilled.

Everyone turned their attention to Qin Chen!

I saw that he didn't speak, picked up a glass of white wine, and gurgled it down his throat.

Qin Chen was reborn as a human being with no relatives.

Fortunately, Zhou Jinglun appreciated it so much.

After getting along for more than a month, Zhou Jinglun is worthy of the four words "Contemporary Confucianism", whether it is a person or an academic attainment.

"Professor Zhou, today you think highly of me, Qin Chen, and I will surely live up to your high expectations."

Zhou Jinglun just said three words: "Good! Good! Good!"

Qin Chen's deepest memory was when Professor Zhou came back from the archaeological excavation site a few days ago.

I saw the news by chance and saw that a Buddha head was auctioned abroad.

This Buddha head was lost overseas due to invasion by foreign powers.

Professor Zhou was heartbroken, and he wept silently in the car.

He belongs to the country and can be called the most important weapon of the country!

Qin Chen admired Professor Zhou from the bottom of his heart.

From the moment Professor Zhou cried, Qin Chen already had an idea that he wanted to bring back all the national treasures that had been lost overseas.

What he had no chance to accomplish in his previous life, if he had the opportunity in this life, he would not miss it.

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Drunkness appeared on the faces of the six people, especially Professor Zhou seemed to be a different person, his eyes seemed to be full of hope.

He wanted to teach Qin Chen what he had learned throughout his life!
In fact, Zhou Jinglun has always attached great importance to the succession of teachers.

He has been looking for suitable candidates for this kind of inheritance.

Over the past ten years, several people have fallen into his eyes.

But in the end, either because of pride and complacency, or because he was not academically proficient, he gave up.

And this idea has been slowly cherished in the bottom of my heart in recent years, and it seems to be extinguished.

The so-called writing is like a person. After reading Qin Chen's paper, he rekindled that idea.

The so-called fate is probably like this.

He is waiting, waiting for someone who can take over his mantle to appear.

The night is colorful and the moon hangs in the sky.

Several people praised Qin Chen endlessly.

But Qin Chen was worried about how to complete the tasks issued by the system and successfully become the person in charge of the archaeological excavation.

He knew that just a paper was not enough to convince the public, let alone be the person in charge of the archaeological excavation.

Therefore, he must have something more heavyweight to come up with.

(End of this chapter)