When it comes to the purpose of Vice President Bi calling Xie and several classmates here, the purpose is simple, clear and legitimate.
Since I have agreed to be the scientific research mentor for this class of students, I must of course go all out to use the resources at my disposal to create conditions for the students.
Calling a few students with potential and seemingly interested in cardiothoracic surgery to attend the meeting, and listening to the academic discussions conducted by the experts, may allow the students to find inspiration for scientific research in cardiothoracic surgery. This will undoubtedly be very beneficial to their teachers and students in their next search.
The idea of a junior college subject is to create the strongest eight-year class scientific research project in history.
After all, he is now a member of the National Association, and he needs to work hard for the National Association so that he can be worthy of accepting the task of reviving the National Association mentally and physically.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Huayao, an old subordinate, would suddenly muddy the waters here.
Boss Zhang is so angry that he insists on disrupting the scientific research of these students? In other words, Zhang Huayao believes that he can lead these students to create the strongest scientific research project for the eighth grade class in history.
If it was the latter, Bi Yongqing had to be wary.
In any case, because of Zhang Huayao's shouting, there were so many more people around them staring at them and several students.
"Did I hear wrongly?"
"It's Director Zhang from Guozhi. He's talking to a student."
"What did Director Zhang say?"
"He seems to be saying that he wants this student to express his opinion at the meeting?"
Hey, this is a closed-door meeting for experts. Do you want a student to express academic opinions here? No wonder the strange teachers around me all expressed surprise: They were wondering what kind of joke this Zhang Huayao was making.
Zhang Huayao is a well-known genius. The problem is that in the academic circle where seniority is a serious issue, Zhang Huayao is younger and has not yet reached the level of an academic master. Zhang Huayao pushes these students out so casually that he is not afraid of being hammered by the academic masters.
Die?
Considering that Mr. Zhang has such a bad and venomous nature, maybe his purpose is really bad and he wants to push a few juniors to test, but it doesn't matter whether he will praise these students or not.
The teachers had different facial expressions.
"Go in." Professor Li shouted in a low voice and waved his hand to remind Zhou Junpeng not to stand there stupidly.
After receiving the instruction, Zhou Junpeng hurriedly brought several juniors into the multimedia conference room.
The meeting time is almost about to begin, and all the guests attending the meeting have taken their seats.
Juniors are not qualified to sit at the conference table. Xie Wanying and others moved the stools and sat in the corner of their own accord.
Several classmates secretly looked at each other, feeling very nervous. They hoped that what Mr. Zhang just said outside was just a joke with them.
The more powerful teachers are definitely the slowest to arrive. When they arrive, they sit directly around the long conference table in the middle without greeting. No one introduces who they are. Because this is a closed-door meeting, the experts
They are very familiar with each other. Everyone is here just to solve practical problems in medicine. Xie Wanying and others must be confused about the identities of the experts. They would never dare to ask if they don't know.
Meetings need to be orderly and have a moderator.
Today's host is Dr. Lu from Guozhi, who is said to be Mr. Zhang's disciple. The hand holding the microphone is rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, revealing his strong wheat-colored forearms. His young face shows a hint of childishness, as if it has just grown.
ears of wheat.
Looking around, all the teachers who came to the meeting were wearing formal attire.
