Not high standard

"No." Lin Fan shook his head. He really did not have a level certificate.

"No?" Chen Cong smiled and said in a mouthful of Jinling's words:

"Then what Teacher Qu said just now is probably wrong. Lin Fan may have a guitar level of 5 or even 4."

"Ah? Teacher Chen, why do you say that?" A female teacher next to her asked curiously.

"Does this still need to be asked?" Chen Cong smiled and said, "If Lin Fan himself has a guitar level six, why does he have no level certificate?"

"Obviously, he didn't have the CET-6 level, so he didn't take the exam. Because he was afraid that the exam would be exposed, after all, the CET-6 tracks were randomly selected by the examiner."

"In general, Lin Fan's guitar level is not high. If you know, it's just that song "Love Memorial". This is definitely the song he is best at. So he just played it, which made Teacher Qu mistakenly think that he has a level six."

After listening, everyone nodded and felt that what Chen Cong said made sense.

If Lin Fan really has a Level 6 level, he will definitely take the exam.

But he does not have a grade certificate, which means he has not gone there or has not passed the exam.

Therefore, his level cannot be level 6.

"Teacher Chen Cong's analysis makes sense!"

A female teacher next to her said.

"Oh! I actually forgot about this!"

Qu He patted his legs, looking regretful:

"Just just now, I didn't even ask Lin Fan about the guitar level, so I asked him to sign the contract directly. Now that the contract is signed, it's hard to regret it!"

"Teacher Qu, don't be anxious." Chen Cong smiled and said, "Since Teacher Lin Fan can play "Memorial of Love" and makes you mistakenly think that his guitar level is level 6, at least he still understands some introductory knowledge of guitar."

"Let him teach those beginners more than enough, right!"

Chen Cong looked confident, as if everything was under his control.

"Yes! Teacher Chen's words make sense!" Qu He reacted and said to Lin Fan: "Lin Fan, then you will be responsible for teaching those freshly-educated students in the future! I guess you can't teach high-end ones either."

"OK."

Lin Fan nodded and said, "It doesn't matter who he teaches, he just needs a job."

As for Chen Cong, Lin Fan felt that he was targeted by him for no reason, which made Lin Fan a little unhappy.

When Chen Cong looked at Lin Fan's eyes, he felt a faint coldness and ridiculed him:

"Boy, except for me, the rest of this punk guitar class are all female teachers. I want to flirt with whoever I want!"

"Now there is a sudden addition of such a male teacher who is in trouble, which is very troublesome! In just three days, I will let you get out of this guitar class by yourself!"

......

After the meeting, it is time for class.

"Teacher Lin, come with me, I'll take you to meet your students." Chen Cong shouted to Lin Fan.

"OK."

Lin Fan and Chen Cong left the conference room and walked side by side in the corridor.

"Teacher Lin, are you a native of Jinling?" Chen Cong asked casually as he walked, speaking in a Jinling dialect.

"No." Lin Fan shook his head.

"That's people from the northern part of the Soviet province, or from other provinces." A hint of ridicule flashed in Chen Cong's eyes:

"In recent years, Jinling has developed very well. After all, it is the capital of the Soviet Union. Of course, all of this is indispensable to all of you outsiders, such as northern Jiangsu, Henan, and Anhui Province, thousands of people are pouring into Jinling and contributing to the development of Jinling!"

Lin Fan frowned slightly. Chen Cong's words seemed to be praising them, but they were proud of the locals in Jinling.

"Unlike me, my ancestors were just ordinary farmers and did not make any contribution to the country. They were just born in Jinling and were a native of Jinling. When Jinling was developing and demolishing, they were divided into seven or eight houses." Chen Cong continued:

"But you outsiders came to Jinling and made such a great contribution to the development of Jinling, but you can't afford a house for your whole life. Do you think this is fair or not?"

His face was full of anger, as if he was criticizing the injustice of society, but his eyes were full of pride, and he was showing off to Lin Fan.

"Teacher Chen, what do you want to say?" Lin Fan frowned even more.

"Oh, it's just a matter of being a foreigner like Teacher Lin!" Chen Cong said:

"Teacher Lin, you are a foreigner and you definitely have no money, but you come to be a guitar teacher. Eighty times I want to find a female teacher as your wife! But I advise you to give up this plan. The four female teachers in our training institution are all locals, so they cannot fall in love with you."

"I'm already married." Lin Fan said lightly.

"Married?" Chen Cong was stunned for a moment: "I guess his wife is not very good either!"

"Teacher Chen, is the classroom here?" Lin Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense with Chen Cong.

"The room in front is, you can go in."

Chen Cong stopped and pointed to the classroom in front.

"Okay." Lin Fan entered the classroom.

"You dare to come out to pick up a female teacher after getting married. You kid are so terrifying! A foreigner who is not respectful to me, see how I deal with you! Boy, it's been a long time!"

Looking at Lin Fan's back, Chen Cong's eyes were filled with coldness.

In the classroom, Lin Fan looked at his students.

There are more than twenty, and most of them are children, around eight to twelve years old.

"Hello teacher!"

Seeing Lin Fan coming in, the children shouted to Lin Fan in a crisp voice.

"Hello, classmates."

Lin Fan smiled. When he saw these cute children, his impatientness disappeared immediately.

Although Lin Fan has not touched the professional knowledge of guitar for many years, this knowledge is still in mind. It is more than enough to teach these new kids.

Two hours later, it was around 11:00 noon and it was almost lunch time.

Lin Fan's class ended and there was no class in the afternoon.

He sent a WeChat message to ask Qin Lian how the interview was going.

After a while, Qin Lian replied to the message:

"Mr. Lin, the interview has been passed, and the salary is pretty good. I just had a class and can go back to Hilton to broadcast live in the afternoon."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you at the punk guitar door and go back together."

Lin Fan replied to the message. After going back, before checking out, he wanted to tell Hilton's front desk and booked the presidential suite for one month.

"Okay, Mr. Lin, I'll be here soon."

A cute expression was followed by this.

Lin Fan took back his cell phone and walked to the door of the punk guitar.

Chen Cong, Qu He and others walked out of the inside.

"Hey, Teacher Lin, why are you standing here? Don't you go for lunch?" Qu He was slightly stunned when he saw Lin Fan.

"I'm waiting for people here." Lin Fan said.

"Wait for someone?" Chen Cong rolled his eyes: "I think you don't have money to have lunch. After all, outsiders don't have a house here and have to rent a house. And they are looking for a new job and have not paid their salary yet, so they must not have much money."

"Lin Fan, why not like this, I will treat you to a meal of Lanzhou ramen that costs 20 yuan and pay it back to me when you get your salary."

"I'm indeed waiting for someone."

Lin Fan frowned. If it weren't for the fact that Chen Cong had just met, he would have gone up with a big mouth.

"Don't be stubborn. You are a foreigner and in Jinling, what friends can you have?" Chen Cong sneered.

Da da da da da.

The sound of footsteps came.

A girl came over.
Chapter completed!