Fu Zhiheng finally agreed, and would help Hu Wenhai lobby Jiaotong University and railway colleges in various places, help Xinke's network engineering college to gather a team of teachers with sufficient engineering experience, and even use the appeal of the railway system in the college entrance examination.

This is already a quite satisfactory answer for Hu Wenhai. In any case, the new academy of sciences today still has only three private qualifications, and it cannot even fully commit to the assignment of jobs. If it weren't for Hu Wenhai as the dean, with Mr. Hu's worth and reputation, since he was willing to assume this position, it would not have made the students of the college have no future.

After all, the New Academy of Sciences is not a lakeside university, and it recruits all the proud sons of heaven who have been killed by thousands of troops in the college entrance examination. College students in these years, no matter what school they came from, there is an elite education route that is counted as one, and they all take the elite education route, with a better life trajectory than ordinary people, and being admitted to college is a solid event that changes their fate.

If it weren't for Hu Wenhai's protection, Fu Zhiheng would never have allowed Xinke to play these marginal balls, because this is likely to change the originally happy lives of thousands or tens of thousands of college students.

Having said that, Hu Wenhai himself knows that this college is experimenting with the lives of these college students. Although he wears the hat of the richest man in the world, he is not an omnipotent immortal, and he does not dare to say that he will not make mistakes. What if? Maybe you're wrong about it, and big companies can't guarantee that everything they do will be successful.

Wang An, Netscape, Yahoo ...... These names are all reminding Hu Wenhai that there is no enterprise that cannot be destroyed in ten years.

Even if he has the advantage of being reborn, at the speed at which the world is changing now, how much will it be the same as the history he knows in ten years? Ten years from now, can he still guarantee the correctness of his choice of the company's development direction? Can he guarantee that in the past ten years, he will not swell to the point of losing himself and losing his heart?

"Fu Ju should have some confidence in me, and I'm not joking with the lives of these students. ”

Standing outside the door of the Shengjing Bureau Dispatch Center Building, Hu Wenhai stretched out his hand to Fu Zhiheng and sent an invitation: "If the Fu Bureau is really not at ease, in a few days, it will be the time for the next semester of the School of Network Engineering." You can come and take a look at the quality of our teaching – and, of course, my own teaching. ”

Hu Wenhai said meaningfully: "As long as I am still the dean, I will be responsible for teaching a course every semester. The students of the academy go out and say that I am their teacher, and I will always admit that. ”

"Okay, then I'll make sure I'll take it myself. Fu Zhiheng nodded solemnly: "As long as there is Mr. Hu's words, I think there will definitely be universities willing to cooperate with you." ”

"Then I'll wait for the good news from the bureau. ”

Hu Wenhai shook hands with Fu Zhiheng, nodded lightly, turned around and got into the car and drove away.

He still has a lot of work to do before the new semester starts in the School of Network Engineering.

......

In Shengjing in 1992, the snow in winter was still a thing that didn't cost money. And before and after the Spring Festival, the heavy snow that dyed the whole world white is a rich gift that God has never disappointed the people of the Northeast, at least in this year, the heavy snow has not made the Shengjing people accustomed to regret.

When the overwhelming snowflakes fall and the steaming city is filled with sporadic firecrackers, it is suddenly realized that this is the year of the monkey.

The past year has not been easy for many people in this world, and it can even be said to be full of suffering.

But life is like this, the DNA that can be inherited over thousands of years has a universal trait, so that human beings are like weeds on the most barren stone mountain, always allowing life to find a way out.

A white Lada car, driving on the empty main road of Shengjing during the Spring Festival, then slowly slid into a secluded alley, and finally stopped in front of a small two-story building.

Shenilwa unscrewed the car keys, then ripped off the cowhide gloves on his hands and groped towards the passenger seat.

The cold temperature of a clear glass wine bottle that still retains its freezing point mainly comes from the liquid it carries inside. It was a red card vodka that was as pure and transparent as pure water, but was actually hotter than a blazing fire.

Chenilwa exhaled, stroking its not-so-gorgeous bottle with some nostalgia and regret as if facing a lover.

But a moment later, Chenilva gritted his teeth and pushed open the car door with the bottle of red card vodka.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, the bell in front of the door of the small building on the second floor rang twice. Then there was the sound of the door locking the circlip transmission, and the last round-shouldered Russian aunt walked out from behind the door wearing an apron.

"Shenirva, you old guy is still alive!"

"Amusha, thank goodness, I thought I would never see you again!"

Shenilwa breathed a long sigh of relief and came up to give Amusha a big hug.

"yes, the past year has not been easy for us. Amusa looked Xenilwa up and down, and his tone was inexplicable: "Anyway, at least it looks like we're all alive." ”

"yes, they're all alive. ”

"Come in, you're almost there. Amusha stepped out of the way and tilted his head: "If you're a little late, we'll just not have to wait for you." ”

As she walked inside, she asked, "Who is here today?"

"Makarov, Schneipp Makarov, God knows why there were so many Makarov in the Soviet Union. ”

Shenilva stepped into the small building, and inside the door was a rather spacious living room, the overall decoration maintained the Russian style, with a pure splendor and refined brightness.

In one corner of the living room sits a Soviet-made Polisov piano, and a young Russian girl in a beige dress plays the famous "Evening on the outskirts of Moscow."

In the midst of this soothing music, a group of Soviets gathered in twos and threes were talking in low voices.

"Oh my God, Chenilwa! I heard that there was a firefight between your factory and the Khitan dog mongrel, and it's good news to see that you're okay!"

A loud voice broke the harmony here, making everyone's eyes focus on Chenilwa, who had just entered the door.

"Makarov, you have such a loud voice, it was a waste that they didn't let you manage the engine test bench back then!"

Chenirva raised the things in his hand, and immediately pulled everyone's mood out of the sadness of the reunion after the catastrophe.

"Red Card Vodka?" Makarov narrowed his eyes and asked uncertainly, "It can't be Nemart's duty-free goods, right? If this is real Red Card vodka, I can swallow the bottle together, I haven't smelled pure red card vodka for almost half a year!"

With a bitter smile, Shenilwa handed the wine bottle in his hand to Amusa next to him, and said, "I helped the Chinese solve a formula they needed for dynamic balance testing software, and this is the only request I made." Amusha dear, it's not easy to drink real Red Star vodka these days, don't spill it anymore. One cup per person, then ...... Have a jar of caviar. ”

Shenilva sat down next to Makarov and looked around, nodding along with the others.

"It seems that some people didn't come, did something go wrong?" asked Senilva softly to Makarov.

"There is no problem, the Chinese are very trustworthy. Makarov spread his hands and explained: "Pasha wants to take the child, after all, women...... Alexander stayed at the factory to work overtime and couldn't come today. The Chinese are desperate to master the production capacity of the Su-27, and do not want to delay even for a second. ”

With that, Amusa walked over with two glasses of pure, colorless liquid and a jar of black caviar.

Makarov eagerly took the glass and drank the entire vodka in one gulp. After a glass of wine, he suddenly felt that every pore on his body was comfortably breathing happily.

Alexander said that the Chinese boys were still too aggressive, and it was always reassuring not to be staring at the scene. ”

Xie Nierwa also took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "Ha, the old wine barrel is also so motivated?"

Makarov nodded seriously and said, "Don't say it, these Chinese guys still have a good foundation and learn very quickly." Since they don't rest during their own Spring Festival, of course, the old wine barrels can only be busy. His students were all the same as we were back then...... When the old barrel encounters this kind of thing, he says he won't care, but you know, he always can't let go. ”

"I know, I know, I'm just as busy over there. ”

Chenilwa dug a big spoonful of caviar into his mouth and hummed: "After today's mobilization meeting, I guess I'm going to leave here." The Chinese may have to carry out a super-large pipeline project in the west, and the travel allowance is very high. I'm an old antique who makes leaves, and it's somewhat useful. You know, the blades of the compressor and the blades of the aviation aircraft are very difficult, and my experience is more or less worth a little money, and I can replace the comrades in the Far East with some big leba and kvass. ”

"Of course, it would be better if I could save some money for myself, so that I could take my mother over and live there permanently. And Katya and Alina, it would be nice to take it too. ”

"What......" Makarov put down his glass and looked solemn: "Are you already planning to stay in China?"