Back to the 80s Machinery Factory

Chapter 395 If he doesn't know, then teach him!
Cui Shaojie looked at Chen Luyang with great admiration: "Chen Luyang, you are really amazing. You are the first person in history to be able to give a lecture to our department head."

Chen Luyang's eyelids twitched, and she forced an awkward, almost distorted smile onto her face. She followed Tao Runze and the other older brothers back to the dormitory numbly.

……

That evening, the Philosophy Department office

Xiao Hui and several other philosophy professors gathered under a desk lamp, scrutinizing the half-finished draft written by Chen Luyang as if it were a research paper.

“Look at this sentence,” Xiao Hui pointed to the second page, “'The producer must weigh marginal costs against marginal revenue…' This sentence involves both functions and opportunity costs, which other students would avoid in their papers. But he goes straight to the point: ‘When measuring marginal costs and revenues, one must not only look at output, but also consider the production function, resource constraints, and opportunity costs.’ Is this translation? This is called thorough understanding.”

"I understand it, but some sentences are still translated rather roughly." Professor Budouzi, a historian of Western philosophy, turned to the next page.

“For example, here he wrote ‘in response to market signals’ as ‘based on market signals,’ which is a bit too simplistic.”

“But he’s a freshman! Not a professional translator, much less a systematically trained compiler.” Xiao Hui tapped the table lightly and asked rhetorically, “Can you even tell he’s a student?”

"I can't tell," someone replied.

Whether it's her lecturing style in the classroom or her composed and confident demeanor when facing questions,

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him an expert!
You wouldn't guess he's a 19-year-old freshman.

“This is really interesting…” Budouzi said with a smile. “I originally just wanted to see who was teaching English in the philosophy building every night, but I didn’t expect to discover such a talent.”

The logic teacher added, "He's a talent misplaced."

Xiao Hui couldn't help but curse again: "Such a promising talent, why did he have to study economics!"

The group looked at the manuscript on the table, liking it more and more, and finding it increasingly remarkable.

As everything in the era began to get back on track.
All industries began to undergo a complete transformation, and schools were also "in the academic reconstruction phase at the beginning of the reform and opening up."

Faculty members from various disciplines are pooling their resources to gradually translate and rewrite the original text.

"...You mean that 'original text translation project group' we're working on right now," Bu Douzi paused, "how about we take a bite out of them?"

"I agree," the Chinese philosophy history teacher nodded.

"This child understands English, has strong translation skills, outstanding explanation abilities, and most importantly, has philosophical knowledge!"

"The working group is currently short-staffed. If we can bring him in, it will be helpful to our work!"

The man in the cloth bag hesitated: "I do agree, but does he understand Kant, Hume, and Hegel?"

Xiao Hui didn't care: "If he doesn't understand, we'll teach him!"

"We'll get him a certificate to attend classes so Chen Luyang can come to the Philosophy Department to attend classes."

The logic teacher was still worried: "Even if he can understand Kant, Hegel, and Hume, it's all for nothing if he doesn't know German, Latin, French, or Greek!"

Chen Luyang's English is indeed good.

The key point is that both Kant and Hegel were German.

The other ancestors were either French or Greek.
Although there are many in English,
But...

Since we're going to translate it, we should definitely start with these masters.

"If he doesn't know how, then teach him."

Xiao Hui spoke again.

"Moreover, he speaks Italian."

Ok? ? ?
Bu Douzi and the logic teacher looked at Xiao Hui in surprise.

“He worked as a translator for the Italians,” Xiao Hui replied.

“Gao Hongming told me before that Chen Luyang not only speaks English and Italian, but also Japanese and French… This kid is a genius!”

The cloth bag, the logic teacher, and the Chinese philosophy teacher looked at him as if he were mentally ill.

"That can't be right! How old is he!"

"...Besides, at his age, where did he learn so many foreign languages?"

That doesn't make sense!
A logic teacher posed a profound question.

Xiao Hui sighed and said, "I used to think it was impossible, but after listening to his lecture today, I feel that nothing is impossible."

What kind of privileged student can read Samuelson's original works and talk about Adam Smith and Keynes right after entering university?!

"I heard that he worked at a hotel for foreign guests for a period of time before, and he learned all his foreign languages ​​there."

Hearing Xiao Hui say this, the teachers fell silent.

These days, foreigners are a rarity.

Learning a foreign language is even more difficult.

But if someone has worked in a hotel for foreign guests, then it makes sense.

The provincial capital is located close to foreign countries, and there are many large-scale foreign affairs activities, so we see a lot of foreigners.

If one has a natural talent for languages, coupled with the influence of the environment,

Learning multiple languages ​​makes sense.

"Then let him attend the class!" Bu Douzi suggested. "Give him a certificate of attendance tomorrow and let him attend the class with the undergraduates first."

The Marxist philosophy teacher asked, "Then what should we do with this notebook?"

"With so many students in the department, it would take forever to copy from them one by one."

"Why don't we print it out and distribute it to the students?"

There is a printing room in the school.

The department will allocate some funds to print more copies and distribute them to the students, so that they don't have to work so hard.

"It's okay to print, but since we're going to print it, we might as well print it well."

Xiao Hui flipped through Chen Luyang's manuscript, a thoughtful look on his face.

Although Chen Luyang's translation of the manuscript is quite good, as Budouzi said, some sentences are translated too roughly.

Although the general idea is correct

However, there is still room for refinement and modification.

But...

"Let Lian Yinghua and the students in the economics department proofread the books themselves and pay for the printing themselves!" Xiao Hui said.

"We won't work for them!"

Each department has limited funding.

Although philosophy students also have to take the course in political economy, it is still within the scope of economics. If it is something that Lian Yinghua and the others should pay for, then let them pay for it!

Having made up my mind,
Xiao Hui and the others locked the notebook board neatly in the office and then left, waiting for their prey to come to them.

News at school spreads faster than the radio, much like the cafeteria raising the price of pork ribs.

the next day,
Chen Luyang's brilliant act of giving a large lecture and angrily refuting Xiao Hui spread throughout the Philosophy Department, the Economics Department, and almost half of the male and female dormitories.

"Old Lian, your student is really good at explaining!"

In the economics department's office, several teachers huddled together, their voices full of praise for Chen Luyang.

"Especially the examples you gave, those were truly in your style!"

"Every example was very apt!"

When Lian Yinghua heard that Chen Luyang had refuted Xiao Hui, her usually furrowed brows relaxed, and a smile appeared on her taut chin and the corners of her mouth.

"My student... what about Chen Luyang's manuscript? Did any of you bring it back?"

Lian Yinghua asked the most crucial question.

"Xiao Hui borrowed it," the professor of Introduction to the Principles of Western Economics replied.

"He borrowed it?"

Lian Yinghua raised her voice: "What would he, a philosophy professor, want with this? Can he even understand it!"

"Weren't you all supposed to go to the lecture? How come Xiao Hui took the manuscript?"

The macroeconomics professor said, "We were sitting towards the back, but the philosophy department students arrived earlier and were sitting in the front row—after the lecture, Xiao Hui just casually took a copy of the lecture notes." "Casually?" Lian Yinghua's face turned pale. "These are student lecture notes, not steamed buns from the cafeteria!"

The accounting professor said, "We thought he just wanted to look through it, but we didn't expect him to take it away as soon as the class was over."

Lian Yinghua cursed, "Xiao Hui is shameless."

He originally wanted to go.
However, considering that this was Chen Luyang's first public lecture, it would not be good for me to sit in the audience.

In order not to put psychological pressure on Chen Luyang, he did not go.

"I'll go get my notes back!"

After cursing, Lian Yinghua got up and left the office.

Even among relatives, there are degrees of closeness and distance!

Even if you have notes, you have to borrow them from students majoring in this field first. Why would you borrow them from a philosophy major?
at this time,

In the philosophy department office, Xiao Hui was signing the "attendance certificate" form.

Just as I was about to call the students over,
Suddenly, Xiao Hui chuckled: "What a rare guest! What brings Professor Lian to the Philosophy Department today to offer guidance?"

Lian Yinghua went straight to the point: "You took Chen Luyang's manuscript yesterday?"

Xiao Hui stood up and said happily, "Yes, that child spoke very well. I'll borrow the lecture notes to take a look."

Lian Yinghua retorted directly: "Why are you, a philosophy major, getting involved in our economics department's fun!"

"Our economics students haven't even looked at it yet, and you've already borrowed it. Where are the notes?"

Xiao Hui wasn't in a hurry. He smiled and handed him the notebook, saying:
"I was just checking his notes for you since you weren't here, to see how well they were written."

Teacher Lian took the notes and snorted coldly, "Don't I know what level my students are at?"

"I don't even need to go to class to know that he's absolutely good at it!"

Even though I said that,

However, Lian Yinghua still subconsciously glanced down at the contents of the notes.

Just a glance, and even Yinghua's brows relaxed, and her face beamed with joy.

He just said it!

How could he not know the level of his own students?

"Old Lian, if you print out the notes later, don't forget to bring a copy for our philosophy students!" Xiao Hui said cheerfully.

“Sure thing, just transfer the money over and we’ll print it for you,” Lian Yinghua said with a smile.

"I won't let you get away with this for nothing!" Xiao Hui said with a smile, picking up the attendance certificate from the table.

"Chen Luyang is a promising student. Let him audit classes in our philosophy department. At the end of the semester, let him take the exams and defenses with us."

"Xiao Hui, you poached my student right in front of me?!" Even Yinghua's eyes widened in surprise.

Everyone says that people who study philosophy are shameless, and today he has seen it for himself.

"Isn't it about... joint cultivation?" Xiao Hui, good-natured, continued:

"I just asked Chen Luyang to teach a class. Two years ago, two students from our department had just written some papers on price mechanisms, and the next day your side sent people to recruit people, saying that you wanted to conduct 'interdisciplinary research'. As a result, you dragged them to conduct research for half a year. I didn't say anything about that, did I?"

Lian Yinghua completely denied it: "Those two students' research focuses on economics, and they would be better guided by our professors!"

Xiao Hui continued, "So Chen Luyang can not only read Samuelson, but also talk about Adam Smith and Marx... Don't you think it's a waste that his brain is only in the economics department?"

Lian Yinghua frowned.

Out of concern for the development of his major, he did not want Chen Luyang to study in another department.

However, from the perspective of nurturing students, Chen Luyang should learn more.

"Then let's stop beating around the bush."

Xiao Hui said, "You can let him audit classes in our department. It's not a transfer, it won't take up your credits, it won't steal your grades, and he'll still be with you."

"We'll help you train your students, and you'll help us print a few more pages of notes."

Seeing that Lian Yinghua still seemed unwilling to admit defeat, Xiao Hui advised:
"Alright, Lao Lian, they're all your students, don't show favoritism."

Lian Yinghua snorted coldly, stuffed the "attendance certificate" into the draft paper, and turned to leave.

……

Retrieve the manuscript

Without pausing for even half a minute, Lian Yinghua took out the original work and Chen Luyang's manuscript and began comparing them one by one.

After reading through all the contents of the manuscript

Lian Yinghua closed the original book, picked up the tea that had long since gone cold, and sighed contentedly.

The translation is excellent!
Although some parts of the translation are a bit rough and not precise enough.

However, the overall meaning, key points, and theoretical descriptions are grasped quite rigorously and accurately.

This shows that it's not that Chen Luyang's skills are insufficient, but rather that he has conducted targeted screening and processing!

"Hey Lian, what are you looking at so happily?" The accounting teacher poked his head out, puzzled, and asked curiously.

"Look at Chen Luyang's notes, everyone take a look." Teacher Lian said as she passed Chen Luyang's notes over.

“We don’t need to watch, we’ve all gone to class,” the probability theory teacher said.

"The translation is indeed quite good!"

"Old Lian, having this student saves you a lot of trouble!" even the econometrics teacher couldn't help but say.

nowadays,
Economics is transitioning from a highly planned economy teaching system to one that absorbs Western economic theories.

Not only do philosophy departments translate works, but economics departments also translate textbooks for their students.

However, these teachers have to teach classes, write articles, and deal with all sorts of other miscellaneous things, so they have very limited time to translate textbooks.

If someone could do the groundwork like that, and then be responsible for quality control, proofreading, and polishing,

This will improve work efficiency.

These words struck a chord with Lian Yinghua.

"It's a pity there's no first or second chapter..."

Lian Yinghua sighed softly.

"Teacher... I've written down Chen Luyang's notes for Chapters 1 and 2."

A student representative in the office spoke up:

“I wrote down almost everything Chen Luyang said during his lectures.”

Lian Yinghua seemed to have spotted some great treasure in an instant, and excitedly said, "Let me see it."

……

I spent the whole weekend looking at it.

Monday morning,

As Lian Yinghua put pen to paper and wrote the last word of the manuscript, dawn was already breaking.

I rubbed my sore hands.
Lian Yinghua rotated her aching wrist and turned to ask the Western economics professor in the office:

"Are you done?"

The Western economics professor had messy hair, a stubble beard, and his back was twisted into a pretzel.

"It's done."

The teacher of Introduction to National Economic Planning yawned, but didn't say anything. He just nodded at Lian Yinghua.

"Okay... let's leave it at that for now."

Lian Yinghua's voice was hoarse from working non-stop.

(End of this chapter)