"I can't accept your money... You are still a student, where did you get the money to treat me! Drinking a bottle of Maozi from you is already a waste, I can't let you suffer a net loss." Guan Shaobai insisted.
The two argued for a while, but Song Ziyu couldn't argue, so he could only talk and take back the money.
Mr. Guan looked at Song Ziyu and smiled and said: "You have the same personality as me. You live in a mess, but you still don't see the suffering in the world! Boy, you have such a bad personality. You will definitely get a bloody head out of society... You still have to be a human being. Be selfish, otherwise your life will be miserable."
After speaking, Guan Shaobai stood up and took the initiative to pay the bill.
Song Ziyu was embarrassed and wanted to grab it again, but Guan Shaobai's words left Song Ziyu speechless.
Guan Shaobai said, if Song Ziyu waits for you to get out of the ivory tower and join the work, you will fight with me to pay the bill. Then I will let you, but not now. If you fight with me, I will fight with you.
Song Ziyu couldn't compete with the seniors, so she could only silently watch Guan Shaobai buy the order.
"I'm back. Remember to be on time for class tomorrow." Guan Shaobai greeted, riding a shabby little electric donkey along the road and disappearing into the shadow of Nanda's high-walled courtyard.
Song Ziyu knew that he, a frustrated senior, was still living in the school's "old and shabby" teachers' dormitory, where each dormitory cubicle was only about thirty square meters, and even the toilets were filled with dozens of people. Conditions in public...northwestern labor reform prisons are better than here.
But that’s reality!
NTU has produced hundreds of talented people!
They teach and educate people!
They join the national industry!
They devote their youth!
They are alone...
In their later years, they didn’t even have a bathroom to take a bath.
This is the status quo.
NTU can spend huge sums of money to build magnificent student rooms, but it turns a blind eye to the old staff dormitories.
Perhaps for this institution of higher learning, retired teachers are not considered human beings.
Song Ziyu sighed, not knowing how to help his noble senior.
Now I can see that giving him money is tantamount to insulting him, and he will never accept it no matter how poor he is.
It seems like there is nothing I can do to help him.
…
The next day, Song Ziyu went to class as usual.
After class, a group of students were chatting in the corridor, and several students brought up the matter of counselor ratings.
Song Ziyu, who had just returned from a phone call with Chen Youping, heard this and couldn't help but get closer to ask what was going on.
Lu Fang, who lives in the dormitory, said to Song Ziyu: "In the school reform, counselors will be graded from Level 1 to Level 5. The higher the level, the higher the income. Those who have worked for Level 5 counselors for three years will have a great chance of becoming The counselors who have obtained the school's official staff but have the lowest ratings will be eliminated at the end, and their performance wages will not be deducted. Those who are at the bottom for three consecutive months will be fired directly."
Hearing this, Song Ziyu's eyes couldn't help but light up.
"So, who is responsible for the school's responsibility for this rating?" Song Ziyu asked.
Another classmate from the dormitory next door said: "Of course it is under the control of the Academic Affairs Office. The power of rating is in the hands of Wu Dawen, the director of the Academic Affairs Office. I heard that Wu Dawen is a close confidant of President Qiao. As long as he can get his appreciation, the rating will be completely not a problem."
"Wu Dawen?"
Song Ziyu thought of the pot-bellied school official he saw at the celebration banquet after military training.
It's a pity that I don't have any friendship with Director Wu, otherwise I would have to help Senior Guan fight for it.
Song Ziyu sighed.
…
After class, Song Ziyu left the school without stopping and took a taxi to the No. 5 Scientific Research Institute of Nanjing Agricultural University.
Song Ziyu wants to discuss the purchase of Liangshu seeds with Professor Chen face to face.
Arriving at Nannong No. 5 Scientific Research Institute, Song Ziyu was shocked by the situation in front of him.
A large number of equipment and facilities in the scientific research institute have been emptied and moved away, replaced by emptiness and chaos.
The originally small number of researchers had all disappeared. Only Professor Chen Youping and two or three of his students were packing some things.
"Xiao Song, you're here." Professor Chen Youping with white hair said.
"Professor Chen, what's going on?" Song Ziyu was stunned!
I haven’t been to the institute for a while, but it’s only been just over a month.
In more than a month, Professor Chen’s gray hair turned completely white!
What happened?
"Let's go upstairs and talk." Chen Youping arranged for his students to continue packing their belongings, and then took him upstairs.
It was still the same breeding room. A large number of specimens had been taken away. Chen Youping walked to the table, picked up a key and handed it to Song Ziyu and said: "I have prepared the mother seed you want. You can call a car to come to the warehouse later. Take it. In addition, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to repay your loan of more than two million yuan... This is the key to my two-bedroom house in Nandu. You can use this house to offset your debt. I will follow you later. You go to the housing authority to transfer the ownership."
"The Ronin Begins with Douluo"
"Professor Chen, what happened?" Song Ziyu did not take the key.
This house was allocated to Professor Chen by the state in recognition of his achievements. He didn't dare to ask for it, and he couldn't ask for it.
Chen Youping said: "Nothing has changed. It's just that Nanjing University of Science and Technology has decided to abolish this research institute."
"Abolition? What will you do?" Song Ziyu was surprised.
It’s hard for me to imagine that Mr. Chen’s hard work has been lost like this...
"I have long passed the retirement age. This time the laboratory was abolished, so I simply retired from Nandu Agricultural University and took a complete rest." Chen Youping said with a sigh.
"How dare they? How dare they treat you like this?" Song Ziyu asked.
Chen Youping sighed and said: "Xiao Song, you have to understand one thing. Capital is all about profit... This is the essence of the world... Don't believe those high-sounding lies! What a great farmer uncle or a noble worker uncle , It’s just a joke, since the great being of Yu Xia Kingdom passed away, the glory of farmers has gone forever.”
"Take Nandu as an example. The agricultural processing industry, the primary industry, only accounts for three percent of all the value created by the city!"
"If you look at this data across the country, the primary industry only accounts for 7 percent of the gross national product."
"Xiao Song, you are studying history. Do you understand that this represents life?"
Mr. Chen did not give himself a chance to become stronger, but just said to himself:
"What this data means is... agriculture is no longer profitable and has been abandoned by capital."
"To maintain such an institute, Nanjing University of Finance and Economics continues to subsidize it every year. It is destined to be abolished. The difference is only sooner or later."
"Nandu Agricultural University, when Yu Xia founded the People's Republic of China, was once one of the top 100 famous universities in the country. My teacher came from here... Now that the teacher has become an ancient person, Nan Agricultural University has also been downgraded from a key university to a second-class university."
"Xiao Song, this is reality."
This is reality.
Song Ziyu was dejected and didn't know how to forgive Professor Chen.
Because everything Professor Chen said was from the bottom of his heart.
Chen Youping touched the laboratory work, then sighed and continued: "Xiao Song, have you read the news? A few days ago, a celebrity named Li was caught soliciting a prostitute. Do you know about this?"
"Are you talking about that smart guy who hired a prostitute and then wrote a short essay?" Song Ziyu said scornfully: "This story has spread all over the city and is very popular. Of course I know it. It's ridiculous that that man is still regarded as the husband of the nation. , they probably never dreamed that their husbands would hire prostitutes! Many times!"
Professor Chen nodded and said: "It is said that the salary quotation for a movie for this little fresh meat reaches 40 million, and his net worth is already hundreds of millions at a young age."
"We farmers, who have been working in the fields all our lives, have never seen what 40 million people look like. It takes us a few lifetimes to make a film... How does this make sense?"
At the end of the day, Professor Chen's thousands of words turned into a sigh: "Xiao Song, I have been spurned by this era."
Seeing Professor Chen so decadent for the first time, Song Ziyu's heart was filled with pain.
Even though he has a lotus tongue and has thousands of eloquent ideas, he can't say a single word in front of this sonorous speech...
"Professor Chen, what are your plans next?" Song Ziyu asked.
"Plan? What plan can you have?" Chen Youping said bitterly: "My wife passed away early and I have no children. I have studied farming all my life, and I don't know how to do anything else... If it doesn't work out, I will go back to my hometown. Rent one-third of an acre of land and grow some coarse grains... to comfort this remaining life... If you still have some money left, you might as well support the education of children in mountainous areas who cannot afford to go to school..."
Hearing this, Song Ziyu's heart was beating fast!
An extremely bold idea appeared in Song Ziyu's mind.
"Mr. Chen, there is a wasteland. Are you willing to save it?" Song Ziyu couldn't control himself and blurted out.
