"It's the Pattern Design Department. To be honest, I was recommended by my teacher."

Mrs. Fan smiled and was about to say something when she heard a cold female voice next to her, "Since you were recommended, why didn't you choose the Department of Literature?"

Huang Wanzhen and Mrs. Fan turned their heads at the same time and saw Chen Mingzhu standing diagonally behind them. When the chef saw her coming, he poured her a cup of coffee without saying a word. Unlike Mrs. Fan's previous cup that added milk and sugar, Chen Mingzhu's cup was not added with anything. Huang Wanzhen knew without tasting it that it must be very bitter.

Unlike mathematics, physics and chemistry which were the most popular subjects in later generations, the most popular subject in this era was literature. Candidates rushed to apply and the competition was extremely fierce. Almost everyone had a dream of becoming a literary master, but Huang Wanzhen did not. She was more realistic. She had dreams as well when she was a child, but unfortunately, they were shattered after her parents divorced.

Before Huang Wanzhen could think of a response, Chen Mingzhu had already extended her hand to Mrs. Fan. Mrs. Fan smiled and shook her hand. "Do you like coffee too?"

Ms. Chen's expression softened. "I like the taste of coffee. It's rich and mellow. When you taste it carefully, it's bitter with a hint of sour, sour with a hint of softness. It's soft and mellow, and then sweet after the mellowness."

Looking at Chen Mingzhu's expression as she praised the coffee, Huang Wanzhen felt that she was indeed not connected to the upper class. She liked drinking plain water the most, followed by orange soda.

Fortunately, Huang Wanzhen had no real desire to blend into high society. Maintaining a sophisticated demeanor outside was exhausting enough, and there was no need to force herself to act that way at home; her body wouldn't be able to handle it. Her ultimate goal was to die a natural death, and maintaining good health was key.

Huang Wanzhen felt much better as she thought about it. Seeing that the chef had just baked a cake, she quickly asked for a piece in English.

Chen Mingzhu, who was originally talking to Mrs. Fan, suddenly glanced at Huang Wanzhen and said, "Wow! You can even speak foreign languages."

Mrs. Fan smiled and helped Huang Wanzhen, saying, "Not only can she speak foreign languages, but she can also speak French and Japanese. She is truly excellent."

Huang Wanzhen had just started learning Japanese with Gao Zhixiang. If it were someone else, she might have been a little humble, but she didn't know if she was being too sensitive or what, but Chen Mingzhu didn't seem very friendly to her, so Huang Wanzhen said nothing.

Ms. Chen laughed, her face full of obvious mockery. "It's hard to say whether she's excellent or not. She didn't get into Yenching University after all."

Such obvious sarcasm was enough to make even the usually well-mannered Mrs. Fan almost unable to maintain a proper smile on her face.

"Ms. Chen may be ignorant. Miss Huang's articles have not only been published in newspapers, but also in books. I wanted to recruit such an outstanding student into our literature department two years ago, but Miss Huang had her own ideals and rejected my invitation." Gao Caixue came over today in a green robe with an empty cup in his hand. After putting it down, he took a glass of orange soda, tilted his head back, and drank it in a few gulps.

"Hey! Recently, the school has been recruiting, and I'm in charge of the literature department. I've been so busy that I can't even eat enough. I came to Mr. Fan's place to fill my stomach and soothe it so it won't go on strike."

Huang Wanzhen heard Gao Caixue say this and quickly took out a piece of freshly baked cake. "It has eggs and milk in it. It smells really good. Professor Gao, try it."

Gao Caixue thanked him and took it with a smile.

Huang Wanzhen smiled and waved her hand, looking at Mrs. Fan, "Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Fan."

Mrs. Fan put down the exquisite white porcelain coffee cup and reached out to Huang Wanzhen, "Help me get one too."

Huang Wanzhen picked up a plate, picked up a piece of cake, and handed it to Mrs. Fan.

Professor Gao holds a high status among the cultural figures. Seeing him helping Huang Wanzhen, Ms. Chen did not stay long. She said hello to Mrs. Fan and Professor Gao and left.

Professor Gao then asked about Huang Wanzhen’s opening of a women’s school.

"In the first year, I didn't want to mislead the students, so I didn't dare to recruit too many students. I only had about 30 people. They learned some simple knitting techniques and saw if the finished products could be sold. If the sales were good, I would look for other skills."

Seeing that she was still reasonable and hadn't started with any unfounded technical theories, Professor Gao nodded with relief and said, "Don't look down on knitting technology. The skills passed down by our ancestors are mature and suitable for working people to learn. Everyone wants to learn high-end technology, but the conditions are not there. Even college students are not qualified to say that they have learned high-end technology. Face the reality, be down-to-earth, and take one step at a time. Only then can you go far."

Huang Wanzhen nodded as if she had learned something, and shook hands with Gao Caixue and Mrs. Fan, thanking them for their support and encouragement.

After taking exams for half a month, Song Wenyin finally took a break. Huang Wanzhen quickly arranged the opening ceremony of the women's school and asked Gao Zhixiang, as the principal, to give a speech to the students.

More than 30 students were divided into two classes, with Shen Suisui and Shen Hongye teaching them lace-making techniques respectively.

After the ceremony, Huang Wanzhen summoned Principal Gao Zhixiang and Dean of Studies Huang Xiulan to her office. Yes, Xiulan also had a surname, a choice she'd made herself when registering her household registration. Huang Wanzhen had urged her to choose whatever surname she wanted, but Xiulan said it was an honor to share Huang Wanzhen's surname.

After the three of them sat down in the office, Huang Wanzhen gave them some instructions. In the future, students would take turns cooking so that they could make arrangements. There should also be a regulation for the hygiene of the school and the dormitory. Each room should elect a dormitory head to be responsible for managing dormitory affairs.

Huang Wanzhen did not assign any tasks for these chores, and handed them all to Gao Zhixiang and Xiulan. As for the female students, Huang Wanzhen left them to them, and if there was anything, she would just ask them.

After this was done, Huang Wanzhen wrote another letter to Wang Qisheng asking for help.

Huang Wanzhen and Song Wenyin discussed that the materials brought back last time were enough for learning. If the students learned and started making money by crocheting lace, they would have to purchase new materials. The cost of water transportation was much cheaper than train shipment. Suzhou Gusu was also close to the water, so it was convenient to travel by water. They planned to let Wang Qisheng purchase cotton thread in Gusu, transport it directly to Tianjin by water, and then find someone to transport it back to Beijing from Tianjin.

Wang Qisheng had already agreed on fifteen yuan a month. Huang Wanzhen felt it was not worth going to Shanghai to sign the contract, so she spent one yuan to send an expedited letter to Xiuzhu, asking her to help get Wang Qisheng's signature and fingerprints, and then help mail it back to Beijing.

This job actually made Chen Hanfeng envious. When Huang Wanzhen called to inquire about the company's situation, Chen Hanfeng mentioned his eighth senior brother, "Eighth Senior Brother runs a martial arts school here and has a wide network of contacts. It wouldn't be difficult for him to find some cheap cotton thread, and the price wouldn't be more expensive than what Wang Qisheng found."