My 1979

Li He came out from home the next day and did not go back to school early in the morning. Anyway, Chen Yun agreed to help him teach, so he was not afraid. He rode a motorcycle directly to the police station of the cotton spinning factory. He thought that this matter must be made big enough to let Zhang Shusheng know about it, otherwise it would be a useless effort.

He even thought about asking Gao Aiguo or Zha Haisheng to find two reporters to help Xing Dong make headlines and promote his reputation.

But when he arrived at the police station, he discovered that someone had already helped him do what he wanted to do. It seemed that he had completely underestimated Xing Dong's ability to draw hatred.

How many people must have wanted this Xingdong to die. Not counting the onlookers, there were several groups of reporters alone. If there were not police blocking the door, they would have swarmed in.

Xing Dong was indeed unlucky this time. Not to mention how many people he offended due to his usual arrogant and domineering attitude, the key point was that the position of the sales section chief of a large factory with tens of thousands of people made many people jealous. The position is powerful and the salary is rich. Anyone who keeps an eye on this piece of fat will of course take advantage of his illness to kill him.

When a wall falls down, people push it down, when a tree falls down, the hozens scatter. This is just human nature.

No matter how stupid Xing Dong was at this time, he understood what was going on. None of his friends who were usually brothers were willing to help him. Now he could only think about turning big things into trivial ones.

But before he could react, the factory had already made a decision to fire him from all public posts. Why?

Reporters had already gathered at the entrance of the factory. Before the news was published in the newspaper, the factory quickly held an enlarged meeting and voted unanimously to remove him.

To make matters worse, Wu Shuzhen wanted to sue him for coercion to have sex in order to keep her job.

Xing Dong had no choice but to negotiate with Jiang Sheng for a fixed price, and we would keep it secret. Jiang Sheng asked for 10,000 yuan as soon as he asked.

Xing Dong almost vomited a mouthful of old blood, but he bargained and finally gave five thousand yuan through gritted teeth.

Seeing that the effect was good, Li He didn't bother to bother anymore, and he didn't feel any burden to apologize. Instead, he felt that he was doing harm to the people, because Xing Dong had a very bad reputation, and when he inquired about it in private, he was simply disgusting to everyone.

Zhang Shusheng didn't come to class for several days, which made Li He worried. He couldn't tell whether he was helping Zhang Shusheng or hurting Zhang Shusheng.

Chen Yun said, "Teacher Zhang is really unlucky. He sent out the wedding invitations and then took them back. Where will he put his face from now on?"

There are not many people in the school who can catch the eye of Chen Yun, and judging from her tone, Zhang Shusheng is obviously one of them.

Li He also hated that his memory was unreliable. If he had remembered this earlier, he would not have been able to ask Zhang Shusheng to send the wedding invitation in advance.

About a week later, Zhang Shusheng came to work. Li He took a few secret glances. His face was obviously not very good-looking, and the smile on his face looked fake.

Zhang Shusheng smiled and said, "Sorry, I made you laugh."

Li He wanted to say that I should be the one who is embarrassed. It was me who made you lose face.

"It's okay, people, nothing is just right. There are always bumps and bumps, so don't take it to heart. Besides, it's a good thing. At least getting to know someone in advance is not much better than finding out after getting married. If you think so, You will find that you are still lucky."

Zhang Shusheng chuckled and said, "I found that you are quite good at talking. Why don't you accompany me for a walk?".

Li He did not refuse, and Zhang Shusheng's lonely eyes made him feel pity.

The two of them seemed to be deliberately avoiding crowded places, and they walked to the old building on the West Campus. The old building was basically abandoned, and no one came at all.

Zhang Shusheng found a random step and sat there silently, his thoughts already far away and unable to be brought back.

"You are not young anymore and haven't considered personal issues yet. Don't end up like me."

Zhang Shusheng suddenly talked about Li He's personal issues again.

"Don't worry, we have to wait for two years."

"I heard from Teacher Chen, didn't you go on a blind date?"

Li He wanted to strangle Chen Yun, a loudmouth, and said with a smile, "If people don't like her, it will be out of the question. It won't be too late to consider marriage after a few years of settling down."

The two of them just said these pale and meaningless words, but they said more than they had said in the six years they had known each other.

Zhang Shusheng stood up, blocked the scorching sun with his hands, and said with a smile, "Thank you for chatting with me. I have classes in the afternoon, let's go."

Li He suddenly felt that his feelings for Zhang Shusheng were a little unclear. It seemed like a abnormal psychology. It was a cancer that grew in his heart and was connected to his body. It could not be removed by reason.

He also hated himself for being irrational, but he still had no choice but to hate him again and again.

Liu Yibo and Mu Yan had been unhappy these days. Li He couldn't figure out why, so he asked Meng Jianguo, "Can't we all fall out of love together?"

Meng Jianguo said, "In this evaluation of professional titles, one of the three of them failed. Do you think they are in a good mood?"

Li He said, "They have no problem with teaching. They meet the standards for scientific research, papers and monographs, and awards. They just need to endure it for a few years. What's wrong with this?"

Although several of them have postgraduate degrees, their qualifications are still there. It will take them three to five years to get a higher professional title.

Meng Jianguo patted his head, as if thinking about something, and then said with a smile, "Don't you have a saying? What's it called? There is no harm without comparison. The biology teacher downstairs has similar qualifications to them, and will be promoted to associate professor soon. , you said they are all arrogant, can you be convinced?"

"There's nothing we can do about it, but it's understandable." Li He also understood that there was an insurmountable gap between lecturers and associate professors.

The school is not an ivory tower as imagined, but also a pyramid with strict hierarchies. It is no different from other units, and the hierarchies are so clear that people are envious.

If you can't get a professional title in school, the benefits and resources will have nothing to do with you, such as housing assignments and salary adjustments, and many research projects for associate professors and below cannot apply at all.

Even if there is a memorial service after death, the principal will preside over the professorship. For lecturers at the subject level, the school would just send a wreath to fool them.

Professional title level determines the level of a person's life. No matter how noble a person is, he will not take this as a joke. This is not just about dressing and eating.

"They just chose the wrong major. It wouldn't be so difficult if they chose science and engineering." Meng Jianguo made the point in one sentence.

If it is a provincial-level institution, the professional titles are managed by the provincial professional title office, and the number of places may be limited. Regardless of arts and sciences, there are only two or three every year. The teachers will not have too many ideas. Anyway, I am not the only one who cannot win. There will be some balance.

However, vice-ministerial universities like Beijing University have a lot of quotas every year, but there will be an imbalance. There may not be enough quotas for liberal arts, because there are too many majors in politics, history and literature, and there is no chance for small shrimps. The quotas for science and engineering subjects are usually redundant, and there are not many teachers who meet the promotion requirements. As long as they meet the requirements, they can be promoted smoothly, and the competition will not be too fierce.

Li He was chatting with Meng Jianguo when a student came to inform him that Professor Wu was looking for him.

He had to go in a hurry, walked in and asked, "Professor Wu, are you looking for me?".

"Fill out this form." Professor Wu handed him a form.

"Textbook editorial board?" Li He thought this was a big joke. He only had a bachelor's degree.