Xie Junping brought the focus of the conflict back to himself, but in his opinion, maybe this saved Lawyer Zhu's life. Thinking of this, he felt quite condescending:
"Lawyer Zhu, you are saying that if the Order Club continues to operate and recruit new people, it will be a loss of resources. I don't agree with this. Our student union is all eating pig food? Hu San, the order club is eligible to recruit new members in the new semester.
Did you just recover?"
Hu Huaying was confused by the sudden intensification of the conflict. Xie Junping had already dragged him into the trap. Fortunately, the alliance for many years was not in vain, so he nodded immediately:
"Restored on September 1st."
Xie Junping knew clearly that this was a lag in execution procedures, but he took it as evidence and threw it in Lawyer Zhu's face:
"Perhaps Lawyer Zhu is not familiar with the internal situation of the school, so I might as well inform you. The Order Club has been really desperate in recent years. In addition to last year's financial problems, there was also an experimental accident in 1993, and membership membership was cancelled.
"But this qualification has been officially restored on September 1 this year. What does this mean? It means that the school still hopes to give the Order Club a chance so that this old club, which has existed since the school was founded, can retain some of its mark. Even if
In the end, we can’t escape the fate of merging the company, and it doesn’t mean it disappears completely. At least there is still a legacy..."
It was originally a ridiculous statement that he didn't believe, but Xie Junping became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke it, and he was even a little moved.
Because at this moment, he suddenly thought of Bu Qingwen, thinking of this talented senior who designed "gears". After leaving behind her classic works, she went to the wilderness and died in such a tragic way.
A society that once had such outstanding people must leave something behind and be remembered... This is exactly what he is doing!
Therefore, Xie Junping's voice became louder and louder: "Is it normal for newcomers to apply and be approved by the society? I think this student's application is sincere and well-reasoned. He is also very good. During the period of trusteeship, he is allowed to join the society.
So what?"
Lawyer Zhu has seen this kind of emotion over reason too many times. Young people always like this. He smiled and shook his head: "Is there a good reason? Can you tell me the specific content?"
In the past, Xie Junping might have been embarrassed, but now it was completely different. He laughed: "Of course it's sufficient, it's very sufficient!"
He directly called up the design drawings in the club's database and showed them in front of everyone through nearby projection equipment.
"The gear, that is, the building we are in, was designed by Ms. Bu Qingwen, a doctoral student of the 72nd class of the School of Architectural Design of our school, and was finally completed. This is the relevant electronic file, including Ms. Bu's autograph. No problem, right?
?Lawyer Zhu?”
Lawyer Zhu felt something was wrong, so he suppressed his smile and frowned to examine. However, the black-faced bodyguard next to him gave him a cold look, which made Xie Junping suddenly feel:
This guy doesn't look like a bodyguard, but like a gangster armed with a gun.
However, driven by unprecedented emotions, Xie Junping quickly cheered up and said proudly: "Only for the work of Gears, Ms. Bu Qingwen is the pride of our school! But it is a pity that God is jealous of talents. Ms. Bu is completing this work
Unfortunately, he passed away 6 years after the work was completed. Since then, the personnel in the gear have changed, and no one can remember the amazing and talented senior student back then. Until today..."
Xie Junping strode to Ronan and put his arms around his shoulders: "To this day, Ms. Bu's only son, classmate Luonan, followed in his mother's footsteps and entered Zhixing College to study. After a month of searching, he found
After reading his mother's work, he witnessed the decline of the Order Club and the lack of maintenance of the gears. He was heartbroken and asked to join the club, contributing all his strength to let this legendary building regain its glory... Is this reason enough?
"
Ronan glanced at the palm on his shoulder and said nothing.
The most difficult person to serve didn’t object, and Xie Junping’s momentum was even higher: “Junior Lang, Lawyer Zhu, although we know that the Order Club is likely to become history, Ms. Bu’s contribution to the college, classmate Luo Nan
Your dedication to your mother’s honor should and must be supported and encouraged by the school.
"Although this is my personal opinion, I put it here. If you have any objections, you can raise your objections. There is no problem in filing a complaint. You can complain to the student union, alumni association, parents' association, principal's office meeting, and board of directors.
This rhetoric!
"Fake things can't be true, and real things can't be faked. I want to see who can cut off the flesh and blood of Ms. Bu and Junior Luonan? Who can break off the mother-son relationship between them! Who can break the ties between our school?
Humanistic inheritance is trampled on the ground and ruined!"
Xie Junping's momentum at this time was really overwhelming. He stared at the unrelated people and said, "Xuedi Lang?"
Lang Ding smiled bitterly and waved his hand, not to conflict with him.
Xie Junping looked at the person who talked the most: "Lawyer Zhu?"
Lawyer Zhu's face turned slightly blue and he did not respond immediately. He seemed to be planning his words.
How could Xie Junping give him a chance? At this moment, he felt so happy that he couldn't express it in words. In the end, he just laughed, put his arms around Ronan's shoulders, and walked away.
An unprecedented victory! After a few steps, Xie Junping almost burst into tears. This was the first time he gave a passionate speech without looking at the teleprompter or built-in headphones, okay?
The effect is simply amazing!
It's a pity, it's a pity, even if it's not recorded, I won't be able to review it later... Wait, maybe there is a way.
As soon as he thought about it, Xie Junping turned around and asked: "Brother Nan, please draw a picture of my image this time... uh, I'm sorry."
Only then did Xie Junping realize that he had just been so excited that he was still holding onto Ronan's arms. He was glanced at by this man's cold eyes, and he immediately shrank his neck and hurriedly pulled his hand away.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, Ronan gave him a thumbs up: "Senior, you are so eloquent."
Xie Junping coughed and tried to be reserved: "I've seen these litigators too many times, and it's because Auntie and Nandi gave me the confidence..."
In the end, he couldn't help it, grinning widely, and finally couldn't control his mouth anymore: "Speaking of which, Brother Nan, just give me one. It would be a pity not to leave a souvenir."
Ronan didn't refuse, he just said: "I'll buy a soft screen first."
Xie Junping didn't expect Ronan to respond, so he was overjoyed when he suddenly got such a reply. In fact, a portrait was nothing, but it meant that his relationship with Ronan had indeed entered a new stage.
.
He immediately patted his chest: "I'll take this!"
"...No, thank you."
Ronan smiled, then quickly suppressed it. He lowered his head and opened the notebook, went to the page with the imitation paper soft screen, and looked at the cracked screen. After a while, he opened the metal ring, took off the imitation paper soft screen, and put it on
He weighed it in his hands and suddenly made a gesture to throw it away.
Xie Junping next to him was startled and instinctively grabbed Ronan's arm. Unexpectedly, before he could exert any force, Ronan stopped himself and smiled at Xie Junping:
"It's not a good idea to ruin hygiene, is it?"
No matter how crazy Ronan was, Xie Junping nodded fiercely. He knew exactly how Li Xuecheng turned into a dead dog, so he could also guess the importance of this paper-like soft screen to Ronan. He couldn't help but worry about Ronan.
Due to temporary emotions, we make choices that we will regret later.
It would be best if Ronan could figure it out on his own.
Ronan pondered for a moment, and finally put the soft screen back into the notebook and continued walking forward, as if nothing had happened.