Chapter 121: Writing Lazy God Reading as a Model Worker

At ten o'clock in the evening, Wan Jianyong, the dean of the Institute of Economics and Information Technology, dragged his exhausted body back to the office.

This unlucky day is finally coming to an end.

Although, I don't know what will happen tomorrow.

Everything during the day was like a nightmare.

Perhaps it was really because he had been the dean for too long, under one person, above ten thousand, which made him used to consider everything from his own standpoint.

In his opinion, it's just a small competition. Students, please comfort them in private and give them some benefits, so why don't you just shut up?

What he didn't know was that while he was still busy trying to find a way to bring back Mr. Zhang who had left the meeting, a storm had already been brewing, getting stronger and stronger.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, a long article describing the whole incident in detail had been posted on the campus BBS, Qingyang University post bar, **, and Weibo.

However, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but this news became popular from a very strange angle.

Because, at the beginning, the most people were questioning, how is this possible!

A majestic university dean, in front of the public, is so blatantly shady!

In the comments, countless people exclaimed: "No way, how is it possible! This is unscientific! How can a dean be so stupid?"

"As a dean, it's impossible to do such a stupid thing!"

"This kind of IQ is still involved in the shady scene...the fake is too insane."

"I don't read much, but I can tell that you, the landlord, are making up stories..."

"Is there any insider to refute the rumor?"

"Forward 500 posts and let the host be arrested!"

"Lord, open the door and check the water meter!"

But soon some people who experienced it first-hand came forward to speak out, and then the public opinion was in an uproar in an instant.

"Is this actually true?"

"Sure enough, reality is crazier than fiction!"

"What blood!"

"Move the stool, wait for the opening!"

In the evening, the major websites began to delete posts quickly, but someone had already edited a MV with live video and put it on the AB station.

But this is just the beginning of the nightmare. The storm on the Internet is just a foreplay. The real storm happens offline.

After five o'clock in the afternoon, Wan Jianyong was called to the principal's office, and what was waiting for him was the principal who was furious and asked him to calm down the matter as quickly as possible.

This Internet storm has caused great damage to the image of Qingyang University. The promotional video they shot has not yet been released, and the image here has already reached home.

If this continues, how will Cheongyang University recruit students next year?

Not to mention, there are already many teachers in the school, and even the elders of the school, are clearly demanding that Wan Jianyong's stupid behavior be severely punished.

If it wasn't for Wan Jianyong's oath to swear that this situation would be calmed down, he might not be able to come back now.

It was already too late today, and he was busy calming down the situation tomorrow, so the dean decided to deal with it in his office all night.

When he walked to the door of the office, he suddenly found that the soles of his feet were sticky and smelly. When he looked down, he didn't know what water was flowing out of the office.

Opening the office door with the key, the dean froze there.

At some point, the glass of the window was smashed, and on the floor of his office, seven or eight black plastic bags containing garbage were thrown in through the window, broke on the ground, and all the dirty things inside flowed out. It's all over the place.

That smell...is swill!

The dean suddenly felt his head froze, and he almost couldn't stand up. He managed to hold the door frame, and then he stood still.

Suddenly, he yelled like a frightened little daughter-in-law: "Security! Security!"

It was late at night, the tumultuous campus finally quieted down, and the public opinion on the Internet gradually subsided, waiting for the ferment again at dawn. In the female dormitory building, Zhang Feilin read all the comments, quit the marketing account she had been maintaining, and quit The proxy tool tor erased all traces of her on the Internet and shut down.

This is the era of media, and this is also a girl's revenge.

Who dares to bully my male god, I want you to look good!

...

September 30th was Tuesday, the day before the National Day holiday. When it was almost noon, Liu Minzhong put down the documents in his hand, stood up and moved his body.

Then he turned his head and looked at the seven or eight printed manuscripts on the table, each of which was densely drawn and revised countless times.

But it is meaningless after all. In this world, it seems that there is no best of both worlds. In terms of research and papers, Liu Minzhong only needs to wait for the harvest, but in other aspects, he is still in trouble.

Research funding was blocked, project applications were put on hold, and even the request to recruit a few doctoral students was blocked.

If things go on like this, the few students that Liu Minzhong is leading will all have to go to other people to study for Ph.D.

The most important thing is that even if you want to take advantage of some free time to do something that is beneficial to human beings, you are stuck.

No Money!

Fortunately, it's the National Day. The National Day is a seven-day holiday, and the institute is closed for seven days. It can also save some funds, at least until the paper is published.

"Forget it, I don't want to." Liu Minzhong sighed, let's relax on the National Day.

Because of her daughter's poor health, she hasn't enjoyed the happiness that other children enjoy for so many years. Liu Minzhong feels that she owes her a lot. Since Nanming visited her last time, her condition has stabilized. Getting better day by day makes Liu Minzhong very happy every day. It is a rare vacation, and I plan to take my daughter out to play. I am afraid that I will be busy when the paper is published.

Take a break from your busy schedule and give yourself a vacation.

Just as Liu Minzhong was about to change his clothes, he heard a knock on the door. Nan Ming pushed the door and walked in. He stretched out his hand and said, "Mobile phone!"

Liu Minzhong handed over the phone with some doubts, watched Nan Ming fiddle with it, and then handed it back to Liu Minzhong, "50,000 yuan has been transferred to you."

"Ah..." Liu Minzhong looked at his account balance on the phone, a little speechless, "Where did it come from?"

"Wait, is that what Zhang Qing said last time?" Liu Minzhong suddenly remembered the turmoil in the last match.

"Yes, the wool of Google." Nan Ming sat down, and several BUG rewards have arrived in the account one after another in the past few days. Google's efficiency is very high. It worked. On the contrary, Nanming also received several calls from Uncle Guoan, which made Nanming deeply troubled, and decided that after this critical period passed, he would not do such things that are too easy to show his face.

There are many ways to make money, and there are many places where you must show off. Where it is not necessary, it is better to keep a low profile.

Liu Minzhong knew the word "wool pulling", but he never expected that someone would compare an income of tens of thousands of dollars to "wool pulling".

But Nanming's arrogance is far more than that. These days, Liu Minzhong felt that he really knew Nanming.

It is said that the dean of the School of Economics and Information Technology has become ill with anger, but even the affiliated hospital of the school is unwilling to treat him. In the end, he was admitted to a small hospital, and he is still lying on the hospital bed.

And what about Nanming? It's still the same all day long.

An ordinary boy turned the whole Qingyang University upside down, and nothing happened!

This is not something ordinary people can do.

What's more, Liu Minzhong even heard rumors that the school wanted to remove the post of dean of the Institute of Economics and Information Technology because the development of the Institute was really unsatisfactory.

"What are you looking at me for? What's wrong with me?" Nan Ming was at a loss.

"You don't know?" Looking at Nan Ming's innocent eyes, it seemed that he really didn't know.

"It's nothing." Liu Minzhong shook his head, since Nan Ming didn't know, why let these things disturb Nan Ming's state of mind.

Nan Ming felt a little baffled, how could he have time to care about those?

Liu Minzhong turned to care about Nan Ming's life, "Will you go home for the National Day? If not, do you want to go out with us?"

"National Day is very busy." Nan Ming said, "How can I have time to go home?"

After finally not having to go to class, he still has a lot of things to deal with.

Sometimes Nan Ming felt so pitiful. Since he came to Qingyang University, things happened one after another. He felt that he was a lazy writer and a model worker. He didn't have time to stop and enjoy the lazy college life. Gossip or something? Stepping on someone or something?

How can there be time!

With so many dreams and so far away, is it too late to work hard? How can there be time for intrigue?

He can only comfort himself that the current hard work is for laziness in the future. (To be continued.)