Xu Zijian saw that if a research institute was established in China and the discipline was promoted in the future, it would only take 20 to 30 years at most for the overall level to rise, or even not at all.
Because every few years a talented teenager appears.
What about Ning Zheng’s ideas?
If you don't want to, then don't worry. Our country has a lot of things except people. If you don't want to, naturally there will be people who are willing.
So Ning Zheng's attitude was very calm.
“Xiao Shen…” Xu Zijian was about to persuade Shen Xian, “Why not think about it!”
Shen Xian smiled and shook his head: "Professor Xu, I'm sorry, I'm busy in Nanzhou..."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Tianji suddenly said, "A visiting professor of your level will be paid 200,000 yuan in cash for each class, and the annual salary is another matter!"
Take... Younger?
"In addition, each of your poems will be included in the teaching materials of the institute and promoted and distributed nationwide. We will pay for the copyright. The copyright for overseas editions will be calculated separately, and we will pay for all of it."
Shen Xian's eyes lit up: "Although I am usually busy, but speaking of this..."
What the hell is going on?
Are you obsessed with money?
You don't even care about Ning Zheng's face, and you actually joined the research institute for money?
"But then again, time is like water in a sponge. If you squeeze it, there will still be some." Chen Xian walked down from the table and held Jiang Tianji's hands. "Professor Jiang, please let me join your research institute. I am willing to work hard for the institute and contribute my meager strength to the promotion of classical literature!"
Jiang Tianji: 6.
Ning Zheng: 6.
Xu Zijian: 6.
Ye Yuning: 6.
People at the table: 6.
The stepmother covered her mouth and giggled, feeling that Chen Xian's actions were in line with her temperament, acting spontaneously and not at all pretentious.
"Is he short of money?" Ye Yuning asked speechlessly.
Ning Cai said: "I don't know."
After Shen Xian finished speaking, he looked at his stepmother again: "Auntie, I have another song I want to give to Ning Cai. I think Ning Cai must like it very much."
As he spoke, he looked at Ning Zheng: "Secretary Ning should like it too."
My stepmother's eyes lit up. "Oh? I'd like to listen. The next room is the concert hall with a piano. Why don't we all go and listen?"
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