Cai Qimin looked at the person who came to complain. He was a veteran of the school. He was in his forties this year. He was mainly responsible for the sociology major. He came here to file a complaint against Zhao Mingyang.
"Principal Cai, that new teacher, this is inappropriate. You give students money to do business, and you also charge students interest. Isn't this a loan? This matter is big or small, and the impact is very bad.
I think he is not suitable for teaching." The man with thin hair, glasses and holding a thermos cup was the first to speak against Zhao Mingyang.
Soon, another female teacher in her fifties also came in. She also came to file a complaint against Zhao Mingyang. She pretended that she met the male teacher by chance. How could Cai Qimin not see that this was an appointment to file a complaint?
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"Principal Cai, why did I hear that a young teacher who just came to the school is giving money to students to start a business and charging interest? How unethical is this? If this spreads, the reputation of our school will be seriously affected. Who will
Did he recruit him? How can such a person be a teacher in the school?" The female teacher who taught Si Xiu looked at Cai Qimin and said.
Cai Qimin squinted his eyes and looked at the two people in front of him. These two people were probably ordered by someone to come here to prosecute them. This is a small society and the water is deep.
Cai Qimin can be in this position because he is a kind person. He had already asked Zhao Mingyang in advance how to prepare for the first lesson. No, someone came to find him.
The two drunkards did not want to drink, but were looking for trouble with Cai Qimin. Cai Qimin took out a document from the drawer and put it on the table and said: "This is Mr. Zhao's resume. I think his work history and business achievements are enough."
I am qualified for this job. This is a talent that I have fought hard for. You can definitely go to other universities. As for academic qualifications, they are also listed here. You can take a look.
As for what you said about lending money, I think you just heard it from hearsay. Can you believe some rumors? It’s best for you two teachers not to believe or spread rumors, otherwise I’m afraid others will think you have no ability to discern.
This is the information submitted by Teacher Zhao. All the funds are self-funded. He pays it out of his own pocket. He will not ask for interest from the students at all. He just said that to put some pressure on the students. The money is for later teaching.
To summarize, people plan to invest millions a year as teaching funds, all from their own pockets to help students participate in investment and entrepreneurship. How can words on paper be as effective as personal practice?
If you teachers also want to do this, I support it with both hands. After all, they are all selfless contributions for the school and students without asking for anything in return. Teacher Zhao is also prepared to donate some money for students to start their own businesses and set up a start-up company.
The fund provides interest-free loans to students.
Teacher Zhao is not the only one in our school who has donated. You two also have your own company. If you are willing, I welcome it. After all, major universities are now competing for funding pools. I hope you two can also help and actively participate.
, Teacher Zhao pays 100,000 and 200,000 to take classes at his own expense, you can do it too."
The male teacher snorted coldly and said: "Whoever is rich is the master, right? If you have money, you can do whatever you want, right? This is a school. The most important thing is to teach and educate people. You must have teachers.
Virtue, you should fulfill your duties instead of showing off your wealth. This is not for teaching, but for showing off wealth, so we might as well change the name of the university to show off our wealth and focus everything on money."
"You're right, Teacher Hu. Teacher Zhao teaches entrepreneurship. He is very dedicated in his position. He directly spends money to help students make mistakes. This helps students avoid detours.
Ah, and it also gave students a new understanding and understanding of entrepreneurship.
You said that students can't understand just by giving lectures. Entrepreneurship is not something you can gain experience by taking exams and referring to books. The focus is on practicality.
Of course, Teacher Zhao did not get this money for free. He asked students who failed to start a business to clean for a month, that is, clean the corridors, clean the playground, and clean the bathroom. He achieved a balance between work and rest, and also let the students know that after failure,
You have to pay some price, isn't that good?
If our school had to exclude and question such teachers, I would feel ashamed. Such a good teacher could be slandered and targeted. I can’t imagine what happened to other teachers.
No wonder we have lost so many good teachers in the past few years. Otherwise, if we let the students vote at the end of the semester, which teacher the students feel is not qualified to be a lecturer, we should also consider changing the teacher.
After all, Teacher Hu is right. If you don’t want to teach and educate people, but just think about some messy things all day long, you cannot keep such a teacher. He is irresponsible to the school and students. Are you right?"
The two people looked at each other, speechless, and were left speechless by Cai Qimin. They understood that this was Cai Qimin's deliberate bait, and they took the bait.
"If you two have nothing else to do, I have a meeting to hold, so I won't accompany you." Cai Qimin issued an eviction order, and the two of them came in an aggressive manner and left in dejection.
When they left, Cai Qimin took out a document, found the names of the two people just now, wrote the word "fail" on the assessment form and put it back.
How could these two people have the nerve to question who recruited Zhao Mingyang? They were really in trouble. If these two people didn't have good old men, they would be nothing. How could they have become so good after studying abroad for a few years?
, Cai Qimin was too lazy to pay attention to these two clowns, he thought it was more than ten or twenty years ago?
They have all gone to the ground. The next step is to kick these two people out. They are really disgusting. I hate this kind of clown who doesn't have half a bucket of water.
There was nothing but intrigue all day long, and it was enough to leave no one behind.
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Zhao Mingyang rode back to where he lived, and then drove to Shanghai Theater Academy, which is about half an hour's drive away.
Zhao Mingyang summarized the first class. He felt that his first class was okay. The most important thing is that Zhao Mingyang now has twenty-one investment objects in his hand instantly. This is really amazing. Next class
Zhao Mingyang looked at the background of his mobile phone and saw that the fifty seats were fully booked. Even Zhao Mingyang's class next week was also fully booked.
These students are investment projects. No wonder so many investment banks like to go to universities. These students are a steady stream of projects. Zhao Mingyang can directly connect with them, and those who are interested can directly invest first.
Zhao Mingyang watched a group of people discussing in the group and was always paying attention to their chat. Zhao Mingyang wanted to find out from this group of people who they thought was the big star of the school.
In the car was playing a song that Zhao Mingyang liked very much recently. It was a song "Hills" released by Lao Li in July of 2013, which is the same time and space.
In his previous life, when he was in his early twenties, Zhao Mingyang actually hated Lao Li's songs because he felt like he was chanting sutras, and he didn't understand why so many people liked listening to his songs.
Only when he was thirty years old did Zhao Mingyang slowly understand. After that, he didn't dare to listen, or even didn't want to listen, because it would be scary to fully understand.
Including some classic old songs, Zhao Mingyang stopped listening to them. At that time, he knew that after listening to them, he would instantly have memories and inexplicable sadness. It was better not to listen to them. If he could not change the past, he would run towards the future.
When the car arrived at the Shanghai Theater Academy, Zhao Mingyang was already familiar with the road. He had come to see Liu Bingbing many times before, but Zhao Mingyang showed his face, but the security guard didn't return it. It's been three years, and he's still here.
"Brother, you are so busy." Zhao Mingyang opened the car window and stepped forward.
"Hey, it's you, brother. I haven't seen you for a long time. What are you doing here?" The security guard looked at Zhao Mingyang and asked.
"I'm here to prepare for work and teach for a while. I won't call the principal there to arrange for someone to pick me up. You can take this. I don't usually smoke. I just went to drink wedding wine." Zhao Mingyang.
He took out two packages of Huazi from the locker.
The security guard quickly refused and said, "Why am I so embarrassed to take your things?"
"Brother, you're out of town. I'm here to work. You have to disassociate yourself from me. Take it, it's okay. I'm leaving first." Zhao Mingyang handed the cigarette to the security guard and drove straight to the school.
The security guard looked at Zhao Mingyang with a confused look on his face. What is his job here?
However, the shots are still generous, and they are all soft-packed. The grade has not changed, but the grade has been significantly lowered.
Zhao Mingyang came to the parking lot and went straight to the principal's office with a backpack. He had just made an appointment with the principal. The principal was waiting for Zhao Mingyang in the school. It seemed that he took this matter more seriously than Zhao Mingyang expected.
"Hello, Principal Wu." Zhao Mingyang knocked on the door and got permission to enter the principal's office.
Principal Wu Zhiyuan stood up and shook hands with Zhao Mingyang and said: "Xiao Zhao, right? Qimin told me about you and kept praising you. Qimin and I are old acquaintances, and you are half a senior, and we are both teachers."
They come from the same clan."
"Masters from the same sect?" Zhao Mingyang asked a little puzzled.
"Aren't you a disciple of Mr. Wu Zhonghua? Mr. Wu and I have the same surname, and my teacher and Mr. Wu are fellow students. Their graduate tutors are both teachers, so do you think we are from the same sect? Wu Zhonghua
Hua is my senior uncle, and Cai Qimin and I have always been considered senior brothers.
You are probably the last disciple that my uncle has accepted, so I am also your senior brother, so we don’t have to be polite. We will help each other in the future, and we are not outsiders."
After listening to Wu Zhiyuan's words, Zhao Mingyang was enlightened again. No wonder he said that the Xue Clan is powerful. This is more than powerful. This, this, this, this, this, are these senior brothers again?
This is all a grasshopper on a rope, and it’s all up to Teacher Wu Zhiyuan’s generation. Forget it, it’s endless. Teacher Wu Zhiyuan can continue to go up.
And how many senior brothers does Wu Zhonghua have? To put it bluntly, the diplomas of the older generation are really valuable. Those people basically didn’t do well. The students of such a group of people will not be too bad either.
, this is much more powerful than Zhao Mingyang thought at the beginning.
"Then I will call you Principal Wu in front of outsiders from now on, and in private I will call you Senior Brother Zhiyuan just like Senior Brother Qimin." Zhao Mingyang said, if someone gave you a ladder, it would be disrespectful to be polite, and they are willing to call you you.
Your lifelong junior will recognize your entry into the industry.
"Junior brother Mingyang, I won't talk in circles with you anymore. In this cultural class, you are in charge of the sophomore performance department. This class is a star class. There are several child stars who have already debuted. You have to help me this time.
Give them good cultural lessons. There are schools in the imperial capital where students have been dismissed because of academic fraud, and students have made inappropriate and ignorant remarks that have resulted in school personnel being criticized.
Nowadays, the authorities take this very seriously, especially in the Internet age. Nowadays, information spreads too fast. Saying the wrong thing may ruin your life. If these students talk about their talents, I won't worry about them, but now they are interviewed on the show.
, those hosts and reporters will dig holes for them to jump out of. If you say that artists who are not trainees and started out in professional courses have made such low-level mistakes, the most people will say is that they are uneducated and it is terrible.
But if the students in our school say these things, it will be troublesome. First of all, you did not learn well in school. We are jointly and severally responsible. As for these children, their knowledge is relatively weak, so they have to make up for it. I will tell you everything.
Okay, will you come for inspection at the end of the year?
I don’t know exactly which person was inspected. It is probably a random inspection. If someone is suddenly inspected and asked some simple knowledge questions and can’t answer the questions, I will not be happy, so don’t treat it as a simple task. I and I
They said that this cultural class result will affect their graduation."
Zhao Mingyang looked at Wu Zhiyuan and asked, "Is it that important?"
"It's very important. This time is not groundless, so for you to pay attention to it, just help me. I have invited people from all major universities to let these students read two more books and understand more knowledge.
In the future, I won’t ruin my entire acting career with just one sentence. Anyway, I’ll leave the sophomore performance department to you, and I’ll catch you in the cultural class. I can’t let these people make some stupid mistakes, such as not knowing which year the Anti-Japanese War was. In fact,
Many people don't know it, but as a public figure, you must know it," Wu Zhiyuan said.
"Senior brother, you have said this, and I will do my best to do it." Zhao Mingyang said.
Wu Zhiyuan gave Zhao Mingyang a thick document bag containing student information.
Zhao Mingyang looked through it and found that every well-known art school's top major, such as the acting major at the School of Drama, would not accept too many students in one class. There might only be thirty or forty students in one class. This group of people can be said to be one of a million.
Yes, but in the end there may not be a single corner left in one session.
It is very difficult to become famous. There are too many people studying music and acting in the country every year, and only a few can become famous.
Many schools only produce one in a few years, and there are also several who will be born in one class and not even a few will be born in the next ten or twenty years.
But that is all in the past. Now many students have more channels. They can be online variety artists, star in online dramas, and some become anchors. But again, not only they can do it, everyone can do it. This is
This creates a cultural disparity, and what many people say will have a very bad impact.
Art schools and the like must be paid attention to. After all, they are considered academic schools. With a "learning" character, this is much stricter than some other trainees and the like.
"Don't put too much pressure on me. This is not difficult for you, but I have to remind you that for this group of students, you cannot teach them according to the traditional teaching model. You must find ways to make them listen. It is most lively and interesting.
Okay, nothing else, of course, I will give you some support."
"I understand, senior brother, let me go over and take a look first."
"You go to the personnel office to apply for a pass first, and then I will arrange the office for you. Someone will take you there and give you a place to live in. It's in the school. If you feel sleepy at noon, you can take a rest. I
There are more classes here, so you will be more tired." Wu Zhiyuan got up and saw Zhao Mingyang out.
Zhao Mingyang took a photo and sent it to Liu Bingbing, then went to apply for a work permit, and then went to his office.
This place is completely different from Fuda, mainly because of the atmosphere. The teachers here are more fashionable in their clothes, and they are really particular about their outfits. Zhao Mingyang said hello to a few people in the office, and one of them can be a spokesperson for Coconut Juice.
The female teacher looked at Zhao Mingyang and asked: "You are the new cultural teacher."
"Yes, hello, my name is Zhao Mingyang. Please look after me in the future." Zhao Mingyang took the initiative to say hello.
"My name is Xia Zhiqiu, and I am the teacher in charge of the dance course. You are the youngest among the people here this time. This time, you, the top academics, are here to give lectures. Can I attend the class?"
Xia Zhiqiu, who was wearing a beige short-sleeved shirt and a beige arm-wrapped skirt, said.
"Of course." Zhao Mingyang said with a smile. This Xia Zhiqiu is really unforgettable. Her figure can only be said to be well-nourished.
"Teacher Zhao, your classes are on Tuesdays and Thursdays every week, two classes a day. If you need to adjust classes, tell me in advance. I am the counselor of their class. This is your class schedule." A young man walked up to
The office handed Zhao Mingyang a document and said.
"Thank you for your hard work. I have class tomorrow, right?" Zhao Mingyang asked.
"Yes, it is from 8:40 to 9:25 in the morning and from 4:50 to 5:35 in the afternoon. If you have any questions, please tell me and I will help you coordinate."
"That's not necessary. You have already made arrangements. Just follow this. I will go back and prepare the teaching materials. See you tomorrow." After Zhao Mingyang finished speaking, he walked out of the office with the materials and prepared to drive back.
Four classes a week is indeed a lot. It seems that this inspection is very important to the school.
"Let's go! There's a lot of excitement at the school gate." Someone shouted.
Zhao Mingyang drove out and was about to go out. He found that the school gate was blocked by people and he couldn't get out. There were so many people. What's going on?
