Calling someone a "beautiful girl" is definitely vulgar and frivolous, even in society, let alone in a school.
"These are all innocent students who have never stepped out of the school gates. Be careful, or we'll get kicked out," Zhang Fengxia reminded her from the side.
Lu Feng saw a girl wearing high-shouldered long sleeves and said, "Senior, can I ask you something?"
"Hello!" The girl stopped and looked Lu Feng up and down, her expression somewhat surprised. From his clothes and the sneakers he was wearing, he exuded an air of wealth. She asked, "Junior, which college are you from?"
"I'm a third-year student in the School of Electronic Information Engineering. I'd like to ask where the Academic Affairs Office is located?"
"It's in that building over there, I'll take you there." The girl said, leading the way, and asked Lu Feng, "Junior, what's your name?"
"Lu Feng!"
Are you planning to take the postgraduate entrance exam?
"I've been preparing for the exam recently and have read some books. I still want to go to Xi'an University of Science and Technology."
Lu Feng chatted casually along the way, while Manager Niu followed behind, staring at him wide-eyed. If he didn't know Lu Feng, he would have believed that Lu Feng was a junior in college preparing for graduate school entrance exams.
As they chatted along the way, Lu Feng asked many questions, such as how many students were in the School of Electronic Information, how many were graduate students, and what the quotas were for this year.
This senior student was very open and honest, saying that there were even fewer job openings this year, and it was difficult to get into good companies, as they were all pre-arranged through connections. Many people either went home to become civil servants or entered research institutes, while a few went abroad for further studies.
"It's on the third floor!"
"Thank you, senior!" Lu Feng waved and walked upstairs.
On the third floor, in an office, sat a man in his sixties, smoking a cigarette. Around his desk sat about ten people, and the atmosphere was somewhat tense.
"With only these allocated positions, one person calls today and another tomorrow. This is the current policy, and gradually they will stop allocating them. To put it bluntly, this is the last train of the iron rice bowl."
A bespectacled man with a bitter expression said, "Many kids entered school four years ago thinking about bringing honor to their families and getting jobs in state-owned enterprises. The contrast is too great. Recently, when this news came out, many kids were crying in their dormitories."
“What’s the use of crying? I wish I could put them all in state-owned enterprises. It’s not that I can’t assign them jobs, I can assign them all. They all want to go to places with high pay, they all want to go back to their hometowns, but that’s impossible. If they say they’d go anywhere as long as they’re guaranteed a job, then I’d send them all to support the frontier!” Principal Wang shouted.
The teachers and directors present remained silent.
Many students are making a big fuss, and some parents are calling to yell at them. The school is also in a difficult position, but it has to face reality. It's not like you can get promoted and make a fortune just by graduating from university.
"Tomorrow is the graduation ceremony. The notice has been sent out that job placement is guaranteed. If you don't go after the job placement is guaranteed, you can't blame the school. At the same time, we're giving the juniors and sophomores a heads-up that the country will completely abolish job placement by 1996. That's the goal. The number of places will decrease year by year."
Since 1990, preparations have been made to abolish the guaranteed job allocation system. In the last two years, the system has been implemented, which has caused considerable resentment among students and parents, with countless petitioners.
Those with money and connections can secure good positions in the grain bureau, road administration, finance, or large local state-owned enterprises, where the salaries are good and the jobs are stable.
Most people were assigned to agricultural machinery factories, but they couldn't get paid after a while, and they couldn't make it and had to go home.
This is reality!
Lu Feng went up to the third floor, only to be told that Principal Wang was in a meeting and asked the three of them to wait in a conference room.
Manager Niu sat there looking somewhat at a loss, wondering what he should say to the person he met later.
"Mr. Lu, we won't get scolded later, will we?" Manager Niu asked worriedly. "If they reprimand us to our faces, it won't look good. We'll lie first."
"It's alright, if anyone's going to yell at someone, it'll be him." Zhang Fengxia looked at Lu Feng and said, "He's thick-skinned, we're not afraid!"
"Huh?" Manager Niu was dumbfounded. General Manager Zhang didn't usually talk like that.
As the conference room door opened, Principal Wang walked out, his face drooping, looking rather unenthusiastic.
"Principal Wang, an alumnus is looking for you, saying he's here to donate money."
"Donate money?" Principal Wang suddenly remembered that there was such a person, and a smile appeared on his face as he asked, "Where is that person?"
"In the office at the front!"
Principal Wang hurried towards his office, opened the door and saw Lu Feng and the other two. He said warmly, "Hello, classmates. It's been a long time. You haven't changed much, but you've matured and become more composed."
“Principal Wang is still the same as always!” Lu Feng said, shaking his hand.
With so many students at the school, how could Principal Wang possibly know them all? At this point, even if he didn't know them, he would still claim to have a deep memory of them.
"I am now the chairman of Jiafeng Electronics. There is something I would like to discuss with Principal Wang. What do you think? Our company wants to recruit a group of outstanding talents and cooperate with the school to recommend graduates to our company."
Principal Wang felt something was off; weren't they here to donate money?
"Young man, didn't you say you wanted to express your gratitude to your alma mater...?"
"Oh, that's easy. The school doesn't need to get involved in recruiting. We just need to be allowed to operate within the school. What do you think?" Lu Feng asked.
Principal Wang carefully considered Lu Feng's words. This was indeed a solution. Since the students chose their own jobs, they couldn't blame the school for not assigning them.
Then I thought, even a fool wouldn't give up on the job assignment, since the issue of job assignment has been going on for so long.
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