Professor Dai was also excited! Although he has been a professor for so many years, he has always been depressed because he spoke straight in the school and was unwilling to go with the flow, and he offended the leaders.

In fact, in the university, there is not only one professor like him, lecturer Chang Ping, that level is no worse than any professor, and the reputation among students is good, but because he is a high person, he doesn't even apply for a professional title, and he is still an ordinary lecturer when he retires. Gong Shaopeng, an expert on Middle East issues, is straightforward and fast-talking, people in their fifties and sixties have no city government, slapping the table and scolding their mothers with school leaders, so that they are ostracized and the evening is bleak!

There are too many such people, the literati are naïve, even naïve, and the cruel society makes these simple literati pay a huge price for this problem of literati.

But isn't this what literati are supposed to be?

An can break my eyebrows and bend my waist to deal with the powerful?

There is always a stream of blood in the human body, which boils at some point!

"Okay, old man, I'll do it with you!" Professor Dai took the case!

Xiao Cheng also stood up and nodded heavily.

Looking at each other, the blood gradually cooled down, and the old man suddenly felt that something was wrong......

"Am I falling for your kid?"

Xiao Cheng still had a resolute expression, "You and I are honest and selfless, why did you say this, Professor Dai?"

"You made my blood boil, and I promised you without even talking about the salary. ”

Xiao Cheng Yile, "Don't mention money, hurt feelings!"

"Don't talk about feelings, hurt your wallet! I, the principal, what kind of treatment?"

"You can do it as a good cause. ”

"How much does your grandmother give a grandson?"

Xiao Cheng frowned and said, "Professor Dai, it's not good for you to do this, not to mention that I can't bear to let you get contaminated with copper stench!"

"Don't! don't wear a high hat for me, don't you want to pit Lao Tzu, don't give money and don't go!"

"Look at you, look at you, look at you! Open your mouth and close your mouth is money, and there is still a bit of literati ethics? Is there any Qinggao who is a professor? Besides, what's the use of you old guy asking for so much money? The pension is not enough for you to eat? What other place can you spend money except for eating and drinking?"

"What's the matter, can't you marry a wife?"

"If you want to find a serious old lady, it doesn't really cost much, and a pension of a few thousand yuan a month is considered a high income!"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Xiao Cheng smiled, and stopped teasing him, "Aren't you a professor yourself? You record a few sets of courses in sociology and psychology first, and I still need to pay you a salary? People earn 250,000 yuan in one day of training Olympiad, so you have no confidence in yourself?"

Now the online school is just Olympiad English or something, the category is relatively simple, and the competition is fierce, and this online university uses one or two professors for a major, either/or, and the income will not be too bad!

"Also, you are the president, the total sales of the Cyber University, give you 1% as a reward!"

One percent may not seem like much, but it can't stand the large base! Online schools are 15 million a day, and 1 percent is 150,000!

"Don't worry, didn't I say it? The purpose of this online university is to increase the income of professors and scholars! So the treatment will not be bad! I don't give money, I just want to create a clear image of money like dung, but it's a pity! Rotten wood can't be carved!"

This old and young have no serious time together. Even if you talk about it, you can be regarded as setting the charter. Professor Dai reappeared in the rivers and lakes, of course, he called his friends to make some preparations, Li Xiang had more things to do, although Xiaocheng gave a detailed plan, but it was still a bit difficult for her to set up the headquarters by herself.

On the other hand, my mother has been calling to urge, and even came over to pick up Xiaocheng several times, after all, school is about to start, and it will delay the progress of learning if it is late.

The appointed date is approaching, and the family is full of parting emotions. Wen Xinwu was often stunned when he looked at his son at home, as if he had lost his soul, which made Xiaocheng feel uncomfortable. Stepmother Zhou Yutong was better, but Yang Liushan seemed to be in a trance, holding a book in her hand for a long time without turning a page.

"Dad, are you okay today? ”

Wen Xinwu was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, I'm leaving soon, I'll buy you something to bring with me." ”

Xiao Cheng smiled, looked at his stepmother and said, "I don't have to bring anything, isn't it up to my father that you are going to get married?

In a word, the whole family couldn't help but be happy, Wen Xinwu went up to give his son a kick, and Zhou Yutong hurriedly pulled, "What are you doing, Xiaocheng is so big, why do you still say that you will fight?"

"How old is it, it's also my son!" Lao Wen said with his chest puffed.

Xiao Cheng ignored him, went over and pulled Zhou Yutong and said: "Mom, when my dad comes through the door, don't bully him, it's not a matter of principle, corporal punishment is not allowed, kneeling on the washboard is not allowed three times a month, just give me face, okay?"

Zhou Yutong was happy after a puff, and Wen Xinwu went up to make a gesture and wanted to fight again, "Stinky boy!

Talking and laughing, the two of them packed up and stopped, went out, and went out to say hello: "Don't wait for us to eat, let's go out to eat!"

Driving the foreign thief's Poussin, all the way straight to Xiangyang City, Wen Xinwu said to his son while driving: "I've been busy with this and that since I came out, I didn't say that I would take you out to play, let's say it today, where do you want to go?"

Xiao Cheng smiled slightly: "Aren't I going to Kyoto to play?"

Wen Xinwu's expression darkened: "I'll send you to Kyoto tomorrow, let's have a round there! ”

"No, you're busy with yours, isn't it just me going to Hushi Town by myself? Kyoto is not that far, I want to come back in the morning, and we will meet in the evening." ”

Wen Xinwu drove the car and turned his eyes out the window.

"Dad, old man, don't play with the parting set, we have to have that kind of mind like neighbors at the end of the world, right? I just don't leave now, don't you still have to go to college in two years? Wherever you go, it's your son, what are you afraid of?"

Wen Xinwu left the gear handle with his right hand and patted his son on the shoulder, but he couldn't say anything.

"It won't last long, I'll be back in a month!"

"What's the month?"

"Isn't it your day in another month? Can I marry my father without being there? Can the best man find someone else?"

Wen Xinwu couldn't help but slip up his neck again, "Your kid is getting bigger and smaller!

"Aren't you going to plug the door upside down? It's okay to give birth to a younger brother for me in the future, and I have no problem with other people's surnames. ”

Wen Xinwu immediately wanted to stop and beat him, but Xiao Cheng hurriedly begged for mercy: "Dad, Dad, aren't we having fun?

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Chang Ping and Gong Shaopeng are both real characters, Lecturer Chang Ping was rehired after retirement, and was treated as an associate professor, while Professor Gong Shaopeng is no longer alive.

The literati, the poor and sour literati, still speak softly when they are hungry, often cry stupidly when they see the hurt of things, and often worry about the country and the people and are indignant! The discipline cherished by the literati has been shattered, and the feelings advocated by the literati are worthless. There are gentlemen everywhere, how many of them have the demeanor of scholars? When did they open their mouths to be teachers, when did they ever teach and educate people? They didn't dare to worry about the world first, they could only worry about their own wallets, and the literati were very poor, so they asked for genuine subscriptions.

(End of chapter)

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