Chapter 569: Reporters’ New Topics
"Hey, hey, don't write the same entry point! That would be so boring!"
"Yes, I wrote 'Publishing a math book but can't do math problems!'"
"I wrote 'A certain school's vice-president published a book suspected of plagiarism!'"
"I wrote 'A Brief Discussion on the Chaos in Publishing'!"
......
Reporters surrounded Sun Qihuan and others with notebooks in hand:
"Comrades from the Education Commission, what are your thoughts on this matter?"
The two people from the Education Committee were still in shock, confused, and of course couldn't answer. They could only say:
“We don’t understand this either…”
The reporter then asked: "What do you think the impact of a teacher, a vice-principal, committing plagiarism will have on the students of No. 10 Middle School and on our education department and education?"
The more you talk, the bigger it gets.
Then, Vice Principal Liu from No. 10 Middle School tried to run away, but was also surrounded by several other reporters:
"Principal Liu, are you aware of this? Your colleague plagiarized someone else's work. What do you want to say about this?"
"I have no knowledge of this. I am here to accompany him to the meeting on behalf of the school. I don't know anything else!" Vice Principal Liu hurriedly distanced himself from the matter.
"You mean you represent the school and No. 10 Middle School? Then you should express your opinion!"
Vice Principal Liu then realized that he had said the wrong thing, but he could no longer explain himself, so he wanted to run away. At this moment, the door was pushed open.
They were people from the publishing house, including Zhao Ji, the editor in charge of this book who had been transferred.
They were said to have been invited.
Reporters immediately swarmed over and surrounded them.
“What is your approval process?”
“Have you ever verified who the actual author of this book is?”
"If plagiarism is found, how will the publisher deal with the books that have already been sold in the market?"
“…”
Everyone in the room wanted to run away, but at this moment, Tunan stood at the door.
When the reporters saw him, they quieted down.
"Everyone, don't rush to leave. I think it's best to wait until things are clear before leaving. This originally had nothing to do with you, but if you leave now, you really can't clear yourself. These journalists, unable to get the truth, will only record what they've seen, heard, and understood. I think if things remain unclear, it will be even more disadvantageous to you!"
Tunan's voice was very calm.
He looked like a very steady type, with gold-rimmed glasses and a well-fitting suit. He didn't speak Suzhou dialect at this moment, but Mandarin with a Beijing accent.
For a moment, the people in the room were a little panicked. They didn't know who he was, but they felt that he must be someone important.
And he does have a point.
Vice Captain Liu stared at Tuanan, somewhat puzzled, and then seemed to understand something.
He was about to retire and didn't want to get into trouble, so he started by saying:
"This comrade has a point. This is a serious matter that must be made clear. As the vice-principal in charge of teaching at No. 10 Middle School, I absolutely detest plagiarism and firmly oppose it.
Before I came here, I only heard that our Vice President Sun wrote a book and was going to be interviewed, so I needed to accompany him, so I came here right away.
But since everyone has objections now, I want to make it clear that I will thoroughly investigate this matter!"
"Yes, yes, we hold the same attitude. We will not allow such bad apples to appear in our education team!" The comrades from the Education Committee hurriedly followed suit.
The comrade from the publishing house looked at the book and said:
"I wasn't in charge of this book. It was him, Zhao Ji, who was in charge. This was the last book he wrote before he was transferred, so I remember it."
Everyone's eyes turned to Zhao Ji.
"This...this approval process is all on file, there's absolutely no problem!" Zhao Ji insisted.
"Hey, comrades, the editors may not know! They may have signed someone else's name when they got the manuscript, and they have no way to check it! We still have to ask the person involved!" someone suggested.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhao Ji quickly responded.
"Everyone, let's listen to the explanation of our principal Sun!" Tuanan raised his chin and looked at Sun Qihuan.
Everyone's eyes fell on him again.
"Listen to me, everyone. You have misunderstood. This book was written by me. There is no problem..." Sun Qihuan wanted to comfort everyone.
"You wrote it. Where is your manuscript?" Tuanan asked.
"I... threw it away after I finished writing it!" This was the excuse Sun Qihuan had thought of long ago.
"How could a writer throw away his hard work? All my important manuscripts, from the first draft to the revised draft, are here!" someone said.
All those present were writers, and they all nodded.
"You are right, so the first draft of this book is here." Tuanan patted the three large file boxes on the table beside him, which were brought over by Pengfei just now.
Tuanan picked up one of them, took out a part, and distributed it to the comrades from the Education Committee and the reporters.
There were a few books at the scene that Sun Qihuan wanted to give away, so everyone took the books and started comparing them.
After all, they are all people engaged in education and culture, and they are good at these things.
"This is definitely a first draft. This is the calculation process in my hand."
"This is the text. You can tell the author has carefully revised it."
Vice President Liu took off his reading glasses and asked Tunan, "Comrade, may I ask who wrote this manuscript?"
Tunan said with a smile, "Since Principal Sun can't solve the problem, I'd better ask someone to do it!"
Pengfei opened the door, and Hongbin appeared at the door with Zhuang Chaoying.
He is survived by his family and a few friends.
Sun Qihuan and Zhao Bang looked at each other.
But in the current situation, he can't leave, and it's impossible to drive Zhuang Chaoying away.
Zhao Bang glared at Zhuang Chaoying fiercely, his eyes telling him not to talk nonsense.
But Zhuang Chaoying didn't even look at him and walked to the blackboard.
"Teacher Zhuang, please help me solve this problem. There are two solutions in the book." Tuanan handed over the chalk.
Zhuang Chaoying looked around at everyone in the room.
The faces of most of them, who were as young as Tunan, were now full of encouragement and approval.
Zhuang Chaoying gritted his teeth and tried not to let his tears fall. He bowed slightly to everyone, then pushed his glasses and began to solve the problem.
The only sound in the room was the rustling sound of chalk falling on the blackboard.
Before Zhuang Chaoying finished writing, Sun Qihuan sneered:
"Mr. Zhuang is a math teacher. If you can solve the problem by reading my book once, you can find any math teacher if you have any questions!"
"Don't be impatient, Principal Sun." Zhuang Chaoying glanced at Sun Qihuan and wrote more firmly.
After he finished writing, he turned around and showed the blackboard as he did in class, and then said in his usual voice:
"There are more than two solutions to this problem. My first draft had five solutions, but I eliminated three of the more complex ones when I submitted it."
Everyone saw that Zhuang Chaoying had indeed used five solutions in total, and their expressions varied.
"I'm sorry! Teacher Cheng, I worked with you for so long, and I even deleted your solution and only kept Teacher Deng's."
Zhuang Chaoying said to a teacher of the same age as him standing at the door.
"Teacher Zhuang, it's really okay. You even called me when you deleted it and came to visit me to apologize. Don't take it to heart. I just enjoy studying mathematics with you!"
Teacher Cheng's tone was very firm, and his eyes were filled with love for mathematics and mutual admiration for his good friend.
The young people in the room were all scholars, and they could feel this emotion.
"Well said!" someone praised.
"Yes, this is what a teacher should be like! Principal Sun, do you have anything else to explain?" someone began to question.
Hongbin stood next to Zhuang Chaoying, clenched his fists, and stared at Sun Qihuan.
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