"Go ahead and make a fuss. Where do they think Jiangnan University is? An old guy who has published a few rubbish books also wants to interfere with our education at Jiangnan University. He must be overthinking." Liang Jingnian laughed.
The education of Jiangnan University is not only second to none in Jiangnan, but even across the country, the educational level is first-rate. Although it is not ranked among the top ten famous universities in the country, the talents that Jiangnan University graduates every year are definitely not in the minority.
Students here are different from students at other schools. They will flexibly apply the knowledge they have learned in various fields. This is attributed to Jiangnan University's unique education method.
Take the current Jiangnan University as an example. There are many elective courses for part-time students. What students learn in school is not only professional knowledge. In their spare time, they can also be exposed to astronomy, geography, and even courses such as Yi Xue and health care that should not be learned in school.
Knowledge is also covered.
Therefore, students who graduated from Jiangnan University not only have solid professional courses, but also read poetry and books, giving people a feeling of being full of experience.
A few old guys who have appeared on TV want to have a hand in the education here? You have eaten too much to hold on.
"Grandpa, are you busy?"
As soon as the office door opened, Liang Yuchen walked in, and Lin Yu's eyes couldn't help but light up.
Although Liang Yuchen's dress is simple, every time she sees it, she will give people a bright feeling. Her white T-shirt is fresh and casual, and the yellow short skirt she matches is sweet and lively. A bright and light feeling comes from people's hearts.
rise.
"Lin Yu, are you there?" Liang Yuchen was stunned when he saw Lin Yu.
After being misunderstood by Yang Xinyan last time, Liang Yuchen never contacted Lin Yu for fear of causing another misunderstanding.
"Yes, Principal Liang, if nothing happens, I will go back first." Lin Yu stood up and said.
"Who said it's okay? I'm looking for you." Liang Yuchen said unhappily.
This guy left when he saw me. He was avoiding him. Is he so afraid of meeting people?
"If anything happens, just tell me." Lin Yu smiled bitterly.
"In our school's calligraphy competition, you go and compete." Liang Yuchen said.
"My handwriting is unsightly, so I won't go." Lin Yu shook his head. He had enough troubles around him now, and he didn't want to cause any more trouble.
"Your calligraphy is unsightly, so what are my calligraphy? Was it written by a primary school student?" Liang Yuchen was angry. She had seen Lin Yu's calligraphy before, but she didn't dare to say that looking at the whole country, at least in Jiangnan, the masters of the calligraphy and painting association
, no one can compare with him, but he actually said that his writing was not good.
How embarrassed did he make himself? How embarrassed did he make the seniors of the Calligraphy Association?
"This is held within your school, so I won't join in the fun." Lin Yu said.
"No, it was an Oriental woman who came to challenge me." Liang Yuchen said.
"Oriental woman?" Lin Yu asked in surprise: "Is she sick? Did she come to China to challenge calligraphy?"
"Yes, I left behind a piece of calligraphy, written on the spot." Liang Yuchen said.
"Is it well written?" Lin Yu asked.
"At least, none of the teachers and students in our school can write that kind of handwriting. Their writing skills are very rough." Liang Yuchen said.
"It's unscientific. You are in an art college and calligraphy is a compulsory course. Why can't you compare to a wandering woman?" Lin Yu felt a strong pain in his balls.
"So I want to ask for foreign aid, and I think you can do it." Liang Yuchen said.
"Sister." Lin Yu looked at Liang Yuchen and said seriously: "Sometimes it feels inaccurate. If by any chance I lose, I will discredit your Academy of Fine Arts and lose the face of our Chinese nation."
"You are not allowed to lose. It's decided like this. The day after tomorrow, the Dongyang girl said she would come to our school to challenge. If no one can beat her in calligraphy, she will announce to the outside world that calligraphy originated from Japan."
"Fuck, who is she, so arrogant?" Lin Yu was angry.
"I don't know. I heard that the Ministry of Orientalization is organizing a group of students to come to China for cultural exchanges." Liang Yuchen said.
"They are sick, right? Their culture all comes from China. Is it interesting to come here to communicate with us now? We know what they know, and we know what they don't know. To put it nicely, Chinese people can communicate with each other. Oriental people are quite good at it.
They are trying to put gold on their faces. I think they are just here to learn from us." Lin Yu said angrily.
"So, you must be there the day after tomorrow. Then you will torture those Japanese people to death and let them know what true Chineseization is." Liang Yuchen was very satisfied with Lin Yu's performance.
"No problem at all." Lin Yu waved his hand and took over the matter.
After walking out, Lin Yu felt something was wrong. The more he thought about it, the more he felt like he had been deceived by this woman. When had he become so insensitive?
When get out of class was over, Lin Yu stood in front of the office building waiting for Yang Xinyan. A child who lacked care since childhood was quite capable of bearing it. After a morning, Yang Xinyan's mood was obviously much better.
"Go back, I will cook for you at noon today." Lin Yu said with a smile.
"Lin Yu." Yang Xinyan hesitated and said, "I don't want to go back."
"Why? Are you afraid that that person will block you in your home?" Lin Yu asked.
"Well..." Yang Xinyan nodded and said, "I know what kind of person he is. In his eyes, he is only interested in profit and will not give up until he achieves his goal."
"Then you can't hide like this." Lin Yu shook his head and said, "What you have to face will eventually have to be faced. You can't escape reality. Don't worry, I'm following you. He doesn't dare to do anything to you. Go back and follow him today.
Make it clear and completely sever the father-daughter relationship with him from now on."
"I..." Yang Xinyan still hesitated.
"Don't you believe me?" Lin Yu smiled.
"I believe you." Yang Xinyan felt warm in her heart. Her grudge against Lin Yu because of the WeChat photos had long been forgotten. Sometimes women are like this. Angry comes and goes quickly.
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There is indeed something unpleasant going on in the Eighth Clinic.
The clinic is currently being renovated and the front is busy, so the atmosphere in the backyard seems a bit dull.
Mr. Yang had a stern face. Yang Chenghong was sitting opposite him. He was puffing on a cigar in his hand and looking around and said: "It's been so many years, but there is still no change here. I said, Dad
, your thinking is becoming old-fashioned."
"What comes first these days? Profit, of course, endless profit comes first. You said that with your medical skills, you can cure any dignitary and just charge some money for the consultation. Why do you treat those poor people here? You
Look at your charges, it has been more than ten years, and they are still charged according to the previous standards. How can you make money like this?" Yang Chenghong puffed up his smoke while accusing himself of his fault.
Although Mr. Yang's Eight Clinics is one of the eight major clinics in Jiangnan, it goes without saying that his reputation can still occupy a place in Jiangnan, a place where apricot masters are born in large numbers. If he is willing, the money will definitely flow into his account.
However, the fees at the Eighth Clinic are probably the lowest in the whole of Jiangnan. Mr. Yang has been charging according to the previous standards over the years, and he can only earn some money for soups and medicines. Therefore, the scale of the Eighth Clinic has never been comparable to several other clinics.
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Because the Yang family has inherited traditional Chinese medicine from generation to generation and has been influenced by the medical ethics of their ancestors, Mr. Yang only uses medical skills to treat diseases and does not use medical skills to make money. However, in Yang Chenghong's view, these are completely good people who are busy working all day long but cannot make any money.
Who does this?
"Why did you come back?" Mr. Yang was completely disappointed with his son. Although his family tradition was good and his ancestors had passed down traditional Chinese medicine from generation to generation, Yang Chenghong had bad roots in his bones. Even with a good education, if his bones were
Those with bad roots cannot be taught well no matter what.
"It's nothing, I miss you, come back and have a look." Yang Chenghong put out the cigar in his hand, "Dad, go to Luhai. With your medical skills, where can't you do it? Why stay in a small place like Jiangnan for a lifetime?
Where is it?"
"My medical skills are for treating diseases, not for making money. You should give up on this idea as soon as possible." Mr. Yang said calmly: "The roots of the Yang family are in Jiangnan. Even if I die, I will die in Jiangnan. It's impossible.
Go somewhere else.”
"Why are you doing this?" Yang Chenghong was speechless.
"Tell me, what are you coming back for this time? Have you spent all the money?" Mr. Yang said coldly.
"Do you think I came back just to ask for money?" Yang Chenghong was unhappy.
"Otherwise, what else can you do besides this?" Mr. Yang said.
"I'm going to take Xinyan there." Yang Chenghong said: "We can find a good husband's family for her there. That's a real wealthy family. If she really gets married, she will have endless blessings in her life.
, we can all get some light from it.”
"Don't even think about it. I brought up Xinyan. If you want to exchange her for benefits, there is no way." Mr. Yang saw Yang Chenghong's intention at a glance. He said with some disgust: "There is nothing to do. Let's go. I spent all my wealth back then."
, just to drive you out of the house. Now I have nothing to do with you, so get out now."
"Old man, you can't say that. I'm your son. In the future, you still expect me to provide for you until you die. What are you saying?" Yang Chenghong said a little carelessly.
"Haha, will you support me until I die?" Mr. Yang smiled: "What you said is more realistic than a dog barking twice."
Yang Chenghong's face looked a little ugly. If these words had not come from his father's mouth, he would have fallen out with him long ago. But even if he was angry, he had to take it easy, because the old man in front of him was his father.
"I will definitely take Xinyan away. In addition to this, there is one condition." Yang Chenghong stood up and looked around and said, "I want to sell the old home."
"You are delusional." Mr. Yang was completely angry. He stood up and shouted: "The courtyard of the Eight Clinic Hall has been here for hundreds of years. This is something passed down from our ancestors. There is no way I can sell it.