Bai Hao's approach was a bit extreme, and he even used a plane to bring in a planeload of rice seedlings and seeds from Siam.
But, the idea is great.
The goal is also clear.
Inaba clapped his hands lightly: "Okay, let's all move. The director of Factory No. 9 has sent us a great gift. Let's not let down this gift. Let's move. Let's all move."
What should be done with these rice seedlings and bottles of seeds? Inaba students are all professionals.
Let’s talk about Bai Hao’s side.
Xie Sixiu invited Bai Hao for tea.
Bai Hao felt uncomfortable drinking this tea: "I said thank you to the leader, but you have nothing to say."
"What are you talking about? I told you there are guests, and we in Jingnan are hospitable."
"Stop beating around the bush."
"What kind of circle am I going around? Not to mention Star City, even the big factories in Jingnan are all under the direct control of the imperial capital and have nothing to do with me. I just want to treat you to a cup of tea."
"This, okay."
Bai Hao reluctantly chose to believe it, but he felt that it shouldn't be like this.
In the evening, Bai Hao's plane left.
Return to Jingzhao.
Bring a gift, then grab the person you picked and fly to the Cactus Kingdom.
It was already May 20th, and it was only a few days before the opening of the World Cup hosted by Cactus. Bai Hao had to hurry there.
Watching Bai Hao's plane leave Star City.
The secretary next to Xie Sixiu was a little anxious: "Xie Shi?"
Xie Sixiu waved his hand gently, signaling the secretary to stop talking.
He could guess what the secretary wanted to say.
But at the age of the secretary, what if he has graduated from graduate school?
I still have too little social experience.
Xie Sixiu knew very well that Star City needed support and a breakthrough development opportunity. But it was not the right time yet, so he spoke to Bai Hao at this time. The people in Factory 9 were very discerning and they also had to look at the basics.
So, just a treat, no requests.
Bai Hao will silently record this favor in his heart. When the time comes in the future, the power of this favor is not as powerful as bringing out a cup of tea or a bowl of rice.
In fact, Xie Sixiu's guess was good.
Bai Hao was sitting on the plane, feeling gurgling in his heart.
Xie Sixiu was so enthusiastic that he not only greeted him personally, but also stayed with him for a day, and then sent him to the airport.
This wastes a working day.
It made me feel a little embarrassed.
Xue Linlin poured a glass of water for Bai Hao: "Director, take a look at the list of people traveling to Cactus Country this time. If there is any other business or work, I will discuss with Zhou Tong to adjust the list."
Bai Hao took the list and asked, "Is the dance troupe ready?"
"Okay, director, let's go back and watch the rehearsal. If there are no problems, the final list will be finalized."
"kindness."
Bai Hao nodded and started to read the list, thinking about other projects that could make him rich after arriving in the Cactus Kingdom.
Speaking of which at this time.
Jingzhao, Jiuchang, Dongyuan University.
At Dongyuan University, the first cruelest moment has arrived.
It's so cruel that I feel like life has lost its meaning.
It's so cruel that it feels like the future is already dark.
It was so cruel that there was a lot of crying in Dongyuan University.
A seven-foot-tall man could cry to the point where he would faint on the spot.
The people in the dance troupe were stunned.
They are choosing one out of ten, and 90% of them will definitely be eliminated.
But those who were eliminated did not cry like this.
If you have something good to do, go and inquire about it, and when you come back, you will share the information you have learned with the rest of the dance troupe.
"I heard about it, I heard about it."
"Say it quickly."
"I didn't do well in the final exam at Dongyuan University."
Someone asked: "It's only the middle of May, why are there already final exams?"
"This is not the point. The point is that the passing mark of Dongyuan University is 90 points, and those who fail the second level will no longer have the opportunity to repeat the grade or take the retake exam."
"Did you get kicked out of school?"
"It seems that I heard that these students who did not do well in the exam will be sent to the imperial capital to participate in two months of beautiful Mandarin training, as well as some other knowledge training, and then sent to the beautiful country. It is called Stanford or Harvard, or something like that.
I went to study at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. So many people cried and fainted."
Go to study in a beautiful country...
Is it worth being so sad?
No one in the dance troupe has ever heard of the name of the university in Beautiful Country. They asked about it out of sheer curiosity.
But the teachers from the Imperial City Dance Company and Orchestra understand.
During these days in Dongyuan, they deeply felt the unusual teaching methods of Dongyuan University. Many older people can also understand why those students cried and why they were sad.
Because, they are left behind.
Dongyuan University, President's Office.
Li Daqiang called Shi Guozhong: "Guozhong, arrange for someone to come over and send away those who failed tonight. Don't wait for Xiaobai to come back and feel soft."
"Yes." Shi Guozhong was a firm executor of orders.
He never asks why, he just executes.
Sending the eliminated schools to study in beautiful countries, and the ones that are even closer to studying in kangaroo countries, this decision was not made by Li Daqiang alone.
But it is what all professors agree with.
Many of these professors have experience studying abroad.
In the cafeteria of No. 9 Factory, many professors were preparing to have dinner.
Wu Qianye said: "They resent others and they have walked this road themselves."
Leng Ningshuang smiled: "Where's Stanford!"
Wu Qianye shook his head: "Their professors, in the laboratory, give priority to guiding not us, but their beautiful Chinese students, and we are actually scientific workers, and the dirty, hard, and tiring work is all ours."
Qiao Lizhi also said: "Also, if you know the top science, you will definitely not share it with us. What you learn is labor-level science. What Dongyuan University wants to cultivate is the scientific strength of Xia Guozhengliang, not the labor-level scientific strength. These
People go out to see things, study hard, and endure some hardships. When they come back, they can still be used as civilians."
Wu Qianye cursed: "Fuck grandma's science without borders."
"Okay, let's have a drink. I have two experiments to guide in my laboratory tonight." Di Zhuo, who had been sitting silently, interrupted everyone's conversation.
First of all, they believe that there is nothing wrong with such a choice.
The most core talents can only be cultivated by yourself.
The sky is light and dark.
Zhang Yan and seven other people were carrying their luggage and walking out of the side door of Dongyuan University.
It was their own choice not to take the main entrance.
There was a sea of people at the side entrance.
Dongyuan University currently has about 2,700 college students enrolled, 93% of whom are junior college students, and computer majors account for the majority. Only 7% are undergraduates, a ratio of 11 to 1.
The number of sophomore students is even less, less than one percent.
By next year, there will only be 13 students who can actually enter their junior year, accounting for 4.73/1,000 of the total number of college students in the school.
Suddenly, two fifty-meter-long banners were pulled up. The students simply put them together using sheets, and then attached them to square pieces of paper with calligraphy writing on them.
On the left, it is written that the sharp edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.
It says on the right, "Wolf on the Moon in the Northwest of East Garden, Studying Abroad and Waiting for Your Return!"