7. The final whereabouts of the red-headed documents
At noon on a scorching day, Gu Yun and his three roommates ate in the halal cafeteria.
Suddenly the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"You are the person involved in yesterday's incident on the basketball court, right?" The voice on the other side was a little serious. "I am from the Propaganda Department of the school student union. After dinner, come to the Propaganda Department office. Our minister has something to tell you. Please tell me about the person involved yesterday.
Call everyone."
The Publicity Department is responsible for the maintenance of the forum and is divided into two parts: external publicity and internal publicity. The department that communicates with international students belongs to the internal publicity department.
"If you have anything to say on the phone, the person involved is a sick person. The doctor said to get more rest. We have to take a nap after eating." Gu Yun replied.
"What's your attitude when talking to me? If the minister asks you all to go, you all have to go. This is Nanhu University, and you must abide by the rules of the student union!" The person on the other end of the phone was full of arrogance and spoke without mercy.
The one who flatters the superior must bully the subordinate. This deputy official's authority can't help but remind Gu Yun of every bit of his past life.
Of course Gu Yun would not spoil him anymore: "This is my attitude. There is no school rule that stipulates that the minister must sit in the office. The student union is a mass organization, not a violent organization. I am not your subordinate. You have no right to summon me.
If you want to talk to us, come to dormitory 712, otherwise there will be no need to talk."
Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, the other party hung up the phone directly.
"Are the people in the student union going too far? The doctor was beaten like this, so he just deleted the post, but his attitude is still so bad! Damn it!"
Zheng Bo was filled with indignation.
"Think about what we will do in the future. We posted a post like that yesterday, and the student union will definitely have objections to us."
Zhang Gaoqiang was worried and felt that it would be difficult for the students to offend him.
There was only one class meeting in the afternoon. The counselor Rao Qian introduced the precautions for class and scheduled the class committee election for next week before adjourning the meeting.
Gu Yun was the last one to leave his seat. He had been sending WeChat messages with Zhong Leyi. Suddenly he heard the sound of leather shoes pattering, which was similar to the feeling of a large number of leaders inspecting.
Looking up, a group of young men and women wearing suits and ties came in from the front door. Normal college students rarely wore such outfits. Not to mention that it was very hot in summer, they also had name tags hanging on their chests, for fear that no one would recognize them.
The leader held his chin high and came menacingly.
"You are Gu Yun from the Public Administration Class 1, come with us." The name tag on his chest shows that he is Ma Yuhang, a member of the party group of the school student union and the director of propaganda.
"I have something to say here." Gu Yun turned around and sat down again, but his hands did not stop. He quickly sent a WeChat message to Liu Yisheng.
It was when other classes were resuming their meetings, and many people were watching the student union work at the back door. Gu Yun glanced over and saw Gao Zhipeng, an old acquaintance.
"There are too many people waiting, so it's inconvenient to say." The minister was a little anxious.
"Can't the student union's government affairs be made public?"
"Okay, let's talk here, Xiao Li, please clear the place. No other people are allowed to enter this classroom." Ma Yuhang waved his hand, and the following students began to clear the place. In fact, there were not many people in the classroom, except for a few onlookers.
When someone chased him away, he immediately ran away. Gao Zhipeng, who was at the back door, didn't want to leave. He was curious about how Gu Yun would deal with it.
"I am a friend of the student council president Liu Xing. Are you sure you want to kick me out?"
"Liu Xing is about to step down. Is it okay for you to mention him? Now Minister Ma is the person who has the loudest call for succession. I advise you to leave as soon as possible, otherwise you will not have a good time in the past four years."
"I fucking want to try it." Gao Zhipeng is also a bloody man and is not afraid of being intimidated by others.
"Mr. Ma, here comes another disobedient person. He talks about Liu Xing when he opens his mouth. It will be difficult to lead this new class of students."
"Don't worry about it, just get it done." Ma Yuhang doesn't care about small fish and shrimps.
Gu Yun insisted on not leaving, and the people in the student union did not intend to pull him away. Ma Yuhang took out a red-headed document from the student union from the briefcase he carried with him and said: "Gu Yun, our department received a complaint from an international student at the School of International Education, saying that you
Several people made inappropriate remarks on the forum, were not calm on the basketball court, and assaulted international friends. Our department has confirmed through video verification provided by security that you, Zhang Gaoqiang, Liu Yisheng, and Zheng Bo have indeed engaged in inappropriate words and deeds. It is now decided that you should report to the international students in writing
Apologize in four copies, one to be handed over to the International College, one to the Student Union, one to the forum, and one to be posted downstairs in the School of Management.”
"This is already the most minor handling and will not be recorded in your files." Ma Yuhang added.
"So the leaders are aware of this?" Gu Yun said in a strange tone.
"Yes, we have watched the video frame by frame. You did not do anything, otherwise it would not be as simple as an apology."
Gu Yun took a deep breath: "It seems that the four of us still want to thank you."
Ma Yuhang straightened his tie: "Just cooperate with the work. If you must thank me, just give me a banner. It won't look good if it makes a big fuss."
"Can you study the document for me?"
Ma Yuhang thought Gu Yun recognized it and threw the document to him. Gu Yun read it from beginning to end. The student union document was the same as the one in the system. From the format to the content, there was the official seal of the student union at the back. He folded it and put it in his trouser pocket.
"What are you doing?" Ma Yuhang felt something was wrong.
Gu Yun's expression remained unchanged: "I'm going to post it on Weibo so netizens can see how you kneel down!"
"Give it all to me! Grab it back!" Ma Yuhang was anxious. If he really posted it online, it was not something that he, a forum administrator, could solve.
"Come on, come on! I've recorded it all." Everyone turned around and saw Gao Zhipeng standing on the table, dancing and taking pictures with his iPhone.
Ma Yuhang never expected that Gao Zhipeng would help Gu Yun. People in the student union were a little worried about the video in Gao Zhipeng's hands, and no one dared to take action. At this time, Liu Yisheng came with a group of classmates.
Freshmen had no idea about the student union, and no one would naturally kowtow to power. Ma Yuhang saw that the end was a done deal, and he withdrew in despair.
Gu Yun told everyone what Ma Yuhang had done, and the group of freshmen continued to curse and vowed to be incompatible with the student union.
Something happened here. Gu Yun wanted to find Gao Zhipeng to thank him for his generous help, but found that he had already disappeared into the crowd.
Back in the dormitory, Gu Yun looked at the red-headed document in his hand, spread it out and took a few high-definition photos from different angles, opened the Weibo he had applied for a long time ago, and began to think about the copy.
You like to play with permissions, right? It's time for you to have a taste of the power of Weibo's hot searches, Gu Yun thought to himself.
I edited Weibo with the most popular Spring and Autumn style of writing in later generations, and then spent 100 yuan to buy a hot search. The Weibo environment in this era was still very simple. As long as the content was good enough, anything could break the news.
Ma Yuhang and the student union cadres have not yet realized that times have changed and they want to use the same tricks within the system to bully Gu Yun as an honest person.
