"Hey, old Huang. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info something?" the vice principal asked, picking up the phone.

But he is an old classmate, who holds a leading position in a provincial cultural unit, and his status is not lower than him.

"We're two brothers, and I won't hide it from you. Someone has found me here with a relationship, and wants you to be accommodating and let a teacher named Wang Yong go to Jinghua University to record a program. You see, if it's convenient, sell face. It's okay if it's inconvenient, I understand both. "The opposite side is straight to the point.

The vice principal rubbed his head with a little headache, but he didn't expect that Wang Yong's relationship network was not small, and he had found his old classmate.

"Lao Huang, I'll tell you the truth, there was no problem with this matter two days earlier. But now, it's a little harder. This Wang Yong made some trouble in Yanda earlier, which made Yanda quite annoyed. Therefore, Yan Da let out the wind and resolutely opposed Wang Yong coming to our school to give lectures. You know this bit of officialdom better than I do. Although our Jinghua and Yanda are at the same level, it is not good to refute their face unscrupulously and ......."

"Alright, I see. I refused to go to the man. ”

After speaking, Lao Huang hung up the phone.

The vice-principal shook his head. Although Lao Huang didn't say anything, he could hear that Lao Huang was a little unhappy. In the future, if he finds Lao Huang to do such a tricky thing, I am afraid that he will also be treated coldly.

"Alas, offending people! Those guys in Yanda are leisurely, and they are done with one mouth, but the things that offend people have become mine! Who have I provoked?" the vice principal sighed.

I just wanted to leave the computer, but I didn't expect the phone to ring again.

"Hey, Director Chen, it's me, it's me. You also pleaded with that Wang Yong?What's going on today?" The vice principal picked up the phone in surprise.

The caller was the director of a powerful department in Yanjing, and the vice principal had some friendship with him.

Unexpectedly, even he pleaded for Wang Yong.

Dealing with the director, the vice principal couldn't help but muttered in his heart: What is the origin of the kid surnamed Wang, and why are a bunch of people pleading for him? What's going on!

The vice principal was afraid that someone would call again, so he simply sat back at the computer desk.

Open the official website of Jinghua, good guys, the number of signatures has risen again, breaking 10,000!

Many people left messages, saying that they would rush back to school as soon as possible and strive to hear Wang Yong's lecture.

"Is this Wang Yong really so charming? Or are the students just angry with Yan Da?"

He subconsciously typed in Wang Yong's name, searched for the video of Wang Yong's program, and watched it.

After only watching it for more than ten minutes, the vice principal couldn't help but praise: "It is simple and easy to understand, and he is indeed a natural teacher." Even in several famous universities, this kind of teacher is rare. The only pity is that there is not enough convincing academic qualifications...... Hey? He is still the grandson of the old man Wang Hongjin? No wonder he has such a profound attainment in Chinese studies, and he is a tiger!"

Unknowingly, the vice principal actually watched several episodes of Wang Yong's program.

's perception of Wang Yong also instantly changed from his previous dislike to appreciation.

Moreover, more importantly, Wang Yong did not hesitate to conflict with the same program for the sake of a leukemia student at Jinghua University. This kind of chivalrous spirit is difficult to see in contemporary intellectuals.

The vice principal suddenly understood why the Jinghua students were so supportive of Wang Yong.

Because Wang Yong is not a Jinghua teacher, but he did what a Jinghua teacher should do.

"Is there any other way to deal with this matter?" the vice principal wanted to find a proper way to not be offended.

Before he could figure it out, the phone rang again.

This time it was none other than his son, who had already studied abroad.

"Hey, son. Miss Dad?" the vice principal thought that his son was a normal family call.

Unexpectedly, the first thing the son said on the other end of the phone was: "Dad, can you help Mr. Wang?" I like him very much. ”

"You also called him to intercede?" the vice principal was stunned.

"Ah, is there anyone else calling? Anyway, I can guarantee that this teacher Wang is a good person. I've known him for a long time, he's not only inquisitive, but also good at class, and he's still trying to do charity. Some time ago, I just donated a hope primary school in Yongliang. Isn't Ning Yi also helped by him? With such a person, I really can't think of any reason to prevent him from going to Jinghua to give lectures. ”

"What do you know! If it was just a one-sided problem of Jinghua School, it would not be a problem a long time ago!" the vice principal reprimanded his son angrily.

"Isn't it Yan Da! Dad, I said something unpleasant. Have you forgotten that Jinghua wanted to set up a foreign language department before, so he went to Yanda to borrow a few teachers, but he was severely humiliated. You went there in person, and didn't you say that you couldn't swallow this breath for the rest of your life? Now that you have such a good opportunity to vent, why should you care about what they think?"

The matter of borrowing the teacher is indeed a pimple in the heart of the vice principal. At that time, he whispered and went to ask for help, but in exchange for a sneer from the other party. To say that Jinghua still wants to establish a foreign language department is simply a fool's dream. Give Jinghua a hundred years, don't even think about catching up with Yan University in the humanities.

As a result, the Jinghua Department of Foreign Languages has not been really established, until now the entire Jinghua University has two foreign Chinese languages: English and Japanese. The Department of Foreign Languages was also forced to change its name to the Department of Foreign Chinese Language and Literature, which was not less ridiculed by Yan students.

Thinking of this past, the vice principal couldn't help but feel a trace of anger in his heart.

Yes, others didn't give him face at the beginning. Why is he desperately protecting other people's faces now?

"Dad, are you listening to me? Even if you veto this, you can't veto the public opinion of more than 10,000 students! Because of Ning Yi's matter, now the students of Jinghua University are unconditionally supporting Teacher Wang, 10,000 is just the beginning, and I don't think it's a problem to break 20,000. It's not going to end so well!" said the vice principal's son on the phone.

"Stinky boy, are you threatening me as a student representative?"

"Hehe, how dare I threaten you? I'm here to negotiate. Dad, I know what you're worried about, I'll give you an idea......" The son smiled slyly and said an idea.

After hearing this, the vice principal snorted coldly, did not agree or object, and hung up the phone directly.

Yan University Forum.

A group of Yan University students saw Yan Daguan's micro-speech, and the president of Yan University also publicly expressed his position, all of them were gloating.

Obviously, this time Jinghua is deflated!

A group of nerds still want to make big news, and they can't do it for themselves!

"Brothers, let's go, organize a group to go to the Jinghua Forum to watch a play!"

"Walk! I am happy at the thought of those nerds sighing!

……

As a result, a group of Yan University students rushed into the Jinghua University forum.

However, to their surprise, after entering the forum, there was no imaginary scene of complaints. On the contrary, there is already a maintenance of order when arranging the recording of the show!

"What's going on?" Yan University students, who came to see the play, looked confused.

"Could it be that this group of nerds still has the last trace of illusion? It must be! This group of nerds is the character who doesn't shed tears when they don't see the coffin! Then wait a little longer, and when there is an accurate result, these people will know that they are crying!"

Then he withdrew from the Jinghua University forum one after another.

It was noon fast.

In the office building of Yanjing TV.

Wang Yong was eating in the cafeteria with Feng Kui and others.

Feng Kui and others have long since broken off the idea of going to Jinghua University to record a show, and only Wang Yong still has an incomprehensible firm belief.

The big guys don't understand where Wang Yong's confidence comes from.

"Yo, Mr. Wang, what's going on for dinner? I heard that your next program is going to Jinghua University to record, it's bigger!" A staff member from another program group passed by and teased.

Yan Da's statement on Weibo has long been noisy, and basically everyone knows that Yan Da clearly opposes Wang Yong going to any institution of higher learning to record a program.

As a leader in colleges and universities, Yan University still has this appeal.

Therefore, some people who don't like watching "Mr. Huaxia" have jumped out in due time to sneer.

"It's better to go to Jinghua University to record a show? It's called Niu Bi when it is jointly blocked by major universities! Is it, Mr. Wang?" said an assistant director of the "Girl in a Ni Dress" program group.

"Lao Mi, what are you talking about? Are you pouring salt on other people's wounds like this? Although Teacher Wang has been jointly banned by colleges and universities, he can still go to primary school! Yanjing No. 1 Primary School is also a famous school in China!"

"Hahahaha......"

A bunch of people burst into laughter.

"This group of people is too much, see if I don't teach them a lesson!" The camera brother stood up and wanted to teach those people a lesson by force.

"Don't be impulsive. Just got up and was stopped by Wang Yong. "Our show has been going all the way, and what we are best at is slapping the face. No one has ever been able to pour salt into our wounds, only the salt we sprinkle on other people's wounds, and they are still mixed with chili noodles. Don't worry, they'll know it hurts right away!"

"Yo, Mr. Wang is so confident. It's just that this time it's not Director Zhang who you offended, but Yenching University! Do you really think you can counterattack every time?" said the assistant director of "The Girl in a Ni Dress".

Wang Yong snorted coldly, just wanting to sneer at each other.

Suddenly, the glass door of the cafeteria was pushed open, and a staff member with an excited face rushed in.

"Director Feng, Teacher Wang, Jinghua University has sent us an invitation!"

"What?"

Feng Kui, the producer, the camera brother and other members of the program team all stood up in disbelief.

"How is that possible?"

The few people who had been talking about the wind and cold were all shocked.

Only Wang Yong stuffed a spoonful of rice into his mouth and chewed it slowly. It has the calm posture of Kong Ming's army pressing the city and leisurely stroking the qin.

It's just that the embarrassment of coughing violently in the next second betrayed Wang Yong.

But he was choked by the grains of rice.

"Ahem, cough, cough ......" Wang Yong coughed non-stop. I kept slandering in my heart: This Nima doesn't come early or late, why does he come at mealtime?

But when the invitation came, I finally understood something. Wang Yong was also overjoyed, and hurriedly stepped forward to watch.