Reborn in the red age

Chapter 172: The boss is too arrogant

When Li Qingfeng got up on the morning of the first day of school, he washed up in the water room of the staff building, returned to his room and dressed neatly. He combed his hair in a slicked back and put on a white short-sleeved shirt and black suit pants bought in the United States. It was summer. Breathable leather shoes and a Longines leather watch.

I looked in the mirror and felt that something was wrong. I flipped my right hand out of the air, and a pair of gold-framed flat glasses with no prescription appeared in my hand, which was placed on the bridge of my nose.

Pushing up his glasses, Qingfeng Li nodded with satisfaction. This finally showed some sense of being a good example.

Lifting up his briefcase, Qingfeng Li straightened his back and strode out of his dormitory.

Coming down from the staff building, I smiled and nodded to say hello to every staff member I met, and walked all the way to the computer building.

There are a total of four teachers in the office including Li Qingfeng. The other three in the office are all old comrades from Bensi University. They have also taken their classes during the two years at Peking University and are relatively familiar with them. The two male teachers are He came from a science background and has always taught science. He is usually taciturn. When Li Qingfeng came over, he just encouraged him a few words and continued to immerse himself in writing lesson plans.

The other one was a female teacher named Wu, who taught ideological and political theory. She was very enthusiastic about Qingfeng Li, a newcomer in the office, and led Qingfeng Li to talk about many things to note when being a teacher.

On his first morning at work, Qingfeng Li was not in a hurry to make lesson plans. He just chatted with Teacher Wu and listened to a lot of gossip about the school and the school next door.

For example, so-and-so from that school divorced his wife and found a new young wife. So-and-so went abroad to purchase equipment and never came back. Qingfeng Li was eye-opening.

After the teaching seminar ended in the afternoon, Qingfeng Li carried his leather briefcase and walked towards the teaching building, preparing to hold the first class meeting with his students.

Li Qingfeng is the counselor of Class [-], a first-year computer software major in the Department of Computer Science and Technology.

Standing at the door of Classroom 3002, listening to the noisy sounds inside, Qingfeng Li took a deep breath, gathered his thoughts, and walked into the classroom.

The classroom that could accommodate forty people was full. When Qingfeng Li walked into the classroom, all the freshmen who were noisy just now closed their mouths and watched Qingfeng Li quietly as he walked up to the podium.

"Hello, fellow students."

After self-introduction, roll call was carried out according to the standard procedure. After confirming that everyone had arrived, everyone stood up and came to the podium to introduce themselves.

These students come from all over the world, and none of them have ever experienced going to the countryside. Most of them are traveling far away for the first time. In an era when Mandarin is not yet popular, most of these students do not speak Mandarin very well.

Schools from the north and big cities are fine, and at least they can understand the students. The problem is that there are a small number of students from small southern cities in the classroom.

Minnan dialect, Cantonese, Eastern Fujian dialect, Hunan dialect, and Jiangnan Wu dialect, which are similar to foreign dialects, were bombarding Qingfeng Li's ears. When these people came down from the podium after introducing themselves, Qingfeng Li didn't even know what they were talking about. Something happened.

After walking back to the podium and looking at the students who were looking at him with glaring eyes, Li Qingfeng talked about the military training regulations that would start the day after tomorrow and asked the students to learn Mandarin well. Then he dismissed the meeting and led everyone to receive military training uniforms.

This military training uniform is also a few years old. It is still a product left over from the workers, peasants and soldiers university days. Many of the clothes are patched one after another, but some of them are good to wear these days. The state does not charge any money, so how can it be possible to issue new clothes to students? .

While the students were going to military training, teachers like Li Qingfeng held meetings everywhere, just like going to the market, one small meeting a day and one big meeting every two days.

If you want to do some trivial things in school, you have to hold meetings. If you want to do serious business, forget it. Most of them are extremely boring meetings where the leader conveys instructions and preaches the spirit.

Basically, these teachers and professors have no role to speak. They just listen when they attend meetings. At such meetings, [-]% of them are nonsense and clichés, and only [-]% of them are useful things. This irritated Li Qingfeng was so annoyed that he wanted to splash the water in the cup on the face of the administrative leader several times.

In addition to the school meeting, Qingfeng Li also had to attend a meeting at the Computer Research Institute. Qingfeng Li guessed it right. Now the higher-ups are paying great attention to the first domestically produced microcomputer developed by Peking University.

We have begun to assign supporting R&D and production tasks to various factories and conduct tentative localized production of some parts.

This time, Peking University made a big splash in front of people all over the country. It made headlines for several days and was even featured on Xinwen Network.

At this time, the country has just opened, and the Chinese people are aware of the huge gap between domestic and foreign countries. The Chinese people now want to prove themselves too much.

Therefore, the computer media has been boasting a lot about it. It is the most advanced microcomputer in the world. Its performance far exceeds that of IBM. It has the world's first Chinese processing system and the second personal home computer in the world. For the time being, only China and the United States can build it. if.

Qingfeng Li blushed when he heard this kind of newspaper or news. The school originally wanted to give Qingfeng Li a newspaper interview, but Qingfeng Li waved his hand and refused. This honor should be given to the school. Qingfeng Li didn't want to get involved.

Before getting off work, Li Qingfeng planned to go to the dormitory to see his students. The one-month military training ended tomorrow. As a counselor, it would be unreasonable not to go and see them.

Holding the dormitory lists of his students, Li Qingfeng walked to the boys' dormitory with ease and looked at each one from the first dormitory on the second floor. The weather is quite hot now, and we are all young men of [-] or [-] years old. Especially nowadays, people don’t pay much attention to hygiene. After a day of military training, the smell on your body is, tsk tsk tsk, your head is too wet.

When I checked into the last dormitory, the sound of someone reciting poetry passionately came from the dormitory with the door ajar.

"Maybe

I am a child spoiled by my mother

I am willful."

The students following behind wanted to go up and push the door open, but were stopped by Qingfeng Li.

He had been listening quietly outside the door. When the sound of poetry chanting inside stopped, Qingfeng Li opened the door and walked in.

"you."

Qingfeng Li just started to praise a few words, but before he could say anything, he was smelled by the smell in the dormitory. Good guy, who is here to put poison gas bombs in the dormitory?

The clever students saw Qingfeng Li frowning and covering his nose, and quickly opened the door and windows, and then used fans to fan the windows to disperse the smell.

"Teacher Li, I'm sorry, the smell in our dormitory is quite strong, and it's got to you." Seeing this, a student in the dormitory wearing large red pants put on his clothes and apologized awkwardly to Qingfeng Li.

Qingfeng Li knew that the man in red pants was called Yu Zheng and that he was from the Northeast. He nodded to him and walked into their dormitory bravely.

Looking around, he saw hard socks scattered everywhere, cigarette butts on the ground, white marks on the sheets, and a dark bowl with an unknown object inside on the table. Qingfeng Li couldn't find two words of praise even if he wanted to. Local praise.

He could only awkwardly point to the keyboard and computer monitor made of cardboard on the table and said: "This computer is well made. Your dormitory is quite creative."

"It's not bad, Teacher Li. I made this out of a cardboard box for the computer in the library." Another student in the dormitory jumped out immediately after hearing Qingfeng Li's praise and said proudly with his chest puffed out.

The school assembled ten PCs at one time using parts brought by Qingfeng Li. After the school leaders saw that the computer department was no longer in short supply of computers, they thought it was time for students in other majors to also understand what computers are, so they built one Apple ll moved to the library to do science popularization for students.

Looking at the students who were begging for praise, Li Qingfeng didn't know what to say, so he could only praise him dryly.

After dismissing the student, Li Qingfeng sat on a stool that looked relatively clean, preparing to have a heart-to-heart talk with the students according to the procedure: "I just heard someone reciting poetry passionately at the door. Who was it?"

"Teacher Li, I was reciting poetry just now. What do you think of my recitation?" Yu Zheng, a man in red pants, immediately raised his hand excitedly and said.

As a standard man in science and engineering, Li Qingfeng, who never cared about modern literature, asked casually: "It's very good. Is this a poem you wrote yourself?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room looked at Qingfeng Li curiously. Yu Zheng asked in disbelief: "Teacher Li, don't you know this poem?"

Facing everyone's doubtful glances, Li Qingfeng frowned. He was a science student for two generations and knew nothing about literature. He could only recite some ancient poems he had learned in textbooks. Is this poem famous?

Liu Guangmin, who followed in from the dormitory next door, was smarter and saw that his counselor did not know this poem, so he quickly stepped forward to help him out: "Teacher Li, you are usually too busy with scientific research to pay attention to these literary poems. This The poem is this year’s new work by the poet Gu Cheng. Only students like us who have nothing to do will pay attention to this thing. You don’t know it’s normal.”

Hearing Liu Guangmin's words, Li Qingfeng became interested. This young man is very smart and really talented.

Well, put it on your watch list for now. If you don't want to be in politics in the future, you can consider recruiting him to your own company and letting him work for you.

Those who can get into Peking University are not stupid. Each one is smarter than the other. The other students followed Liu Guangmin's words.

He pressed his hands, and after the students calmed down, Li Qingfeng said: "Scientific research is a bit excessive. I'm just a counselor, not a school professor. I don't have any scientific research projects in hand. I'm just interested in poetry." Not very concerned, is the Gu Cheng you are talking about writing about that generation?"

"Yes, yes, the night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light. This poem was written by Gu Cheng."

Hearing that it was Gu Cheng, Li Qingfeng nodded clearly. He knew about this man himself. Although he had not read his poems, he still knew something about his extraordinary deeds.

(End of this chapter)