The big era starts in 1983

Chapter 971 Freshmen, Hello
Bai Hao gave the freshmen a little encouragement.

Li Daqiang smiled: "Well, there are still a few places for foreign students, and you can get in without working hard."

The entire playground was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop.

The freshmen were dumbfounded.

The repetition rate is close to [-]%. Before they came, they had heard that Dongyuan Institute of Technology was very, very difficult to get into a higher education.

But no one thought that it would be so difficult.

Bai Hao said again: "Here, we congratulate Yao Yunhe, who has just been admitted to Prince University's undergraduate, master's and doctoral programs, and has received a full scholarship."

"Although he repeated two grades in a row, the mother of failure proved to give him a new luster."

Li Daqiang also said beside him: "Well, congratulations."

"By the way, Principal Li, I haven't prepared a manuscript. If you want to give a speech to the freshmen, come here."

"I'm not prepared either, or Principal Bai will say a few words casually."

Bai Hao thought for a while: "Just a few words."

"Just say a few words."

"Then I'll just say whatever I want."

After Bai Hao finished speaking, he took a few steps forward with the microphone: "Welcome to Dongyuan Institute of Technology, everyone. Eat well, sleep well, rest well, and study well. Thank you."

Li Daqiang frowned: "This won't work, it seems like a welcome speech."

"Didn't you just say a few words?"

"Just a few words of kindness, show your aura at the beautiful National Academy of Sciences, don't use drafts, speak at the level of three hours without drinking water, just speak for two and a half hours."

Offstage, the freshman wanted to laugh.

But they dare not.

They have been here for more than half a month, and every day is a nightmare of training. They get up before dawn, then put on their backpacks and start running.

Now, in the hottest summer, there is not even a breath of wind on the big playground, let alone trees.

But according to the instructor's request, they had to stand upright with their hands in the seams of their trousers.

Whoever dares to move around will make you run ten laps.

Many people began to think that the two principals on the stage frightened their backs with the promotion rate for a while, and tried to make them laugh by telling jokes. Could this be a game.

Trick them to move around, and then punish them for running laps?
"Really?"

Bai Hao asked again.

Li Daqiang nodded seriously: "To be honest, I know that you don't need a manuscript, and you can talk for more than an hour casually. Come to a paragraph, be gentle, and don't scare them."

"Ok."

After Bai Hao agreed, just as he was about to speak, Li Daqiang said again: "First a word of blessing."

Bai Hao thought for a while: "Then, I wish that 200 freshmen this year will be promoted to sophomores?"

Li Daqiang shook his head: "I think it is unlikely, because I am going to adjust the examination method and difficulty. In the first year, I have to let them understand that studying is not an easy task. Of course, it is easy to mix diplomas."

"Okay, I thought of the title. The title of my talk is: Life is long and short and in chapters."

Li Daqiang nodded slightly.

On the level of speech.

Now Bai Hao dare to say that he is Jingzhao No.1.

But what Li Daqiang didn't know was that Bai Hao copied all these things. Before he was reborn, he started his own company. Because he had to give speeches, he often watched speech videos of world famous schools and celebrities at night.

I watched too much, and I remembered a lot.

Under the scorching sun, in dog days.

Bai Hao spoke up.

When it was over, almost all the students could wring water out of their clothes.

Li Daqiang's concluding remarks were even more exciting: "This year's freshmen are good. At the freshman orientation meeting, no one fainted. This is a good sign, very good. We can disband."

Orientation meeting, did anyone faint last year?

Keep the posture of training. It is not normal to stand there for several hours under the dog days and the scorching sun. The physique almost faints.

Li Daqiang announced the end.

It's just that the orientation meeting is over, and it's not possible to go to rest for the time being.

You have to line up to receive the gift pack for new students.

Students of different majors receive different gift packages.

After the end, the cafeteria is not prepared for the meals eaten here, but the big buckets of ice fermented glutinous rice and steamed stuffed buns.

Back in the dormitory, someone opened the freshman gift bag, and after just one glance, he jumped up, and his exhaustion was swept away.

A box of drawing tools.

Seven large pieces, with various small accessories, and then three pens.

The freshman picked up the duckbill pen, put it in his hand and carefully looked at it, and then the two-needle compasses, which are used for isometric positioning.

On the side, there are two snake-shaped rulers.

There is a very special mark on each tool.

The Han-style phoenix pattern of Dongyuan Institute of Technology.

Another freshman also hurriedly opened his freshman gift bag, and there was also a box.

"My brother said that the student has a box set produced by the Imperial Drawing Instrument Factory, and that is the rich man."

The first one smiled: "No layman. My dad said that the last drawing equipment was from Bunker Country. The expensive ones cost him a year's salary. Then it was from the Ninth Factory. I bought it, because none of the factories affiliated to the Ninth Factory could be allocated. Then came the Japanese island drawing set purchased by the Ninth Factory, and then the imported Japanese island drawing set."

"Wait a minute, why are they both from Wajima?"

"Because, the normal exports of the little Japanese to us are all inferior goods, and the Ninth Factory purchases the little Japanese that are exported to the beautiful country, so there is a lot of difference."

"You mean, the one from Ninth Factory is better than the one from Little Wozi."

"Okay, you will believe it in the future, but I can't prove it now, but that's what my dad said."

"How much is this set worth?"

"It's very expensive and priceless. Because people who don't know how to do it don't know the value of this thing, and those who know it will definitely not resell it to others. After all, the quantity is very small."

This student is not telling lies.

The Ninth Factory has all kinds of tools specially made by designated factories, but they really can't sell them.

There is no way to sell it.

A pair of pliers cost a few dollars at most on the market.These can be customized, and the cost needs to be dozens of dollars.Is there a difference, there must be, and you can feel the difference as soon as you start cutting the steel wire.

And because it is customized, the output itself is not enough.

It is mostly used for the internal distribution of the factories under the Ninth Factory. Each set of tools has a number and is assigned to someone for management.

The biggest difference.

A micrometer specially customized by the Ninth Factory is forty times more expensive than the ordinary one sold on the market.

A very common vernier caliper can also be more than five times more expensive.

As for the refined version of a caliper, the price difference is [-] times, which is still the cost price of the customized products of Nine Factory.If you add transportation and marketing costs and sell it twenty times, it may feel like a loss to sell this kind of caliper.

At this time, the freshman in the dormitory had only one thought in his head.

Take this set of drawing tools home and give it to your father.

Not for my father to see, but for my own father.

(End of this chapter)