Chapter 5 Good People
[Good people: In literary and artistic works, 99% of the protagonists are of this type, and the other 1% are the protagonists who are called "black lotus" or "evil people" but are actually very kind. 】
There is an extra circle of metal on my hand, which makes my daily life subtly different.
When he was typing, debugging instruments, and organizing lesson plans, the friction between his fingers and the warm metal reminded him all the time that his celibate life was over.
This caused Meng Chu to look at his ring finger from time to time.
It was amazing. Over the past twenty years, he had never imagined that one day he would no longer be alone.
Even if it is just a contract on paper and a marriage in name only, the existence of such a thing is enough.
However, this happiness does not always last. From time to time, news (bad news) would pop up in the college group, interrupting this wonderful feeling.
The review results of the Municipal Science and Technology Bureau’s project are out.
Meng Chu estimated that his name would not be in it, but he still opened it with a glimmer of hope.
Sure enough, the two selected were professors from the 1980s.
The project level is no higher than the municipal level, and the funding is no more than 50,000. To be honest, when Meng Chu saw the amount, he didn't even have the motivation to write a book. Fifty thousand is just enough for the student’s labor fee, but he still has to work hard to write reports, submit applications, and go through each level of approval.
When I was doing my doctorate, my supervisor's projects often cost millions, and this amount of money was probably only enough to pay for the laboratory's electricity bill.
However, at the Lin University platform, most vertical projects are at this level.
Even so, it’s not his turn yet.
For this project of the Science and Technology Bureau, all applicants must first compete in the college. After passing the competition, the college will recommend candidates.
So, what are the college’s selection criteria?
Of course, scientific research ability is one part, and connections and qualifications are another part.
Obviously, Meng Chu does not have an advantage in the latter two. His interpersonal skills are close to zero and he is a new teacher.
It's a pity that all my efforts were wasted, but I have no choice but to accept it. He closed the group chat and decided to get busy to dilute his inner frustration, so he stood up and walked to the office at the end of the corridor. The acceptance date for the meteorological instrument project is approaching, and the big boss - Fu Guanshan's aunt - wants to find him to inquire about the progress.
This road has always been fraught with trouble because it passes by the dean's and secretary's offices.
Meng Chu prayed in his heart and walked lightly.
Unfortunately, Murphy's Law always strikes at the worst times. Just when he was about to escape from the minefield, the dean came out and called him kindly.
Meng Chu sighed in his heart and stopped. He really doesn't want to do the year-end review in March.
"Teacher Meng," the dean said with a smile, "what project are you working on recently?"
Meng Chu gave his report one by one. The dean nodded in agreement with his narration and finally patted him on the shoulder.
"Young man, you have a great time and a bright future. You must be motivated and don't listen to the current propaganda about lying down. That kind of talk can cause great harm to people," the dean said. "Go to more meetings, socialize more, and build more connections. You have such a high starting point, and the hospital values you very much."
If you really value him, could you give him the quota in the Science and Technology Bureau?
Meng Chu echoed the dean's words, feeling helpless.
The hospital thought that since he was a Sanqing doctor, he must have accumulated considerable connections. Therefore, it is best not to consume the resources that the college already has, but to strive for projects through your own social circle and bring value to the college.
In a nutshell, we don't want to give him money, but hope he can make money for the college.
Every boss wants to get something for nothing, but they overestimate Meng Chu's communication skills.
However, since the dean said so, he could only try his best to find a solution.
After saying goodbye to the dean, Meng Chu walked towards the boss's office with heavier steps than when he came.
Just as he was about to reach the door handle, suddenly, an explosive roar was heard. "What's going on in your mind all day?!"
Meng Chu braked suddenly. It seems he came at the wrong time.
There were two graduate students near the door, holding computers in their hands. They seemed to be students in the group. They wanted to ask questions but didn't dare to go in.
"Teacher Fu is angry again." One of them whispered.
"Who is the unlucky guy this time?"
"The new junior brother."
Before he finished speaking, the cursing from inside the door rose an octave.
"The parameter setting process is not important, so you can just make it up?! Do you think the reviewer can't see it? And didn't you think about it before you made it up? Heating it to 80 degrees in three seconds doesn't match what you wrote later!?"
After the harsh shout, there was a brief silence, and the three people outside the door breathed a sigh of relief - they hadn't dared to breathe just now.
Before he had finished exhaling, the sound suddenly exploded again. "What do you mean by forgetting to keep track?? If you forgot, just write something casually?? This is already the third draft!! The caffeinated mice in the biology lab have better memories than you!"
The two students outside the door looked at each other for a second, then turned around and quickly slipped away.
Because it was so shocking, it seemed to take some time for the sound to die down.
After dozens of seconds, the door handle slowly dropped and a pale-faced boy walked out. Judging from his expression, he was able to keep his face dry entirely because of the social discipline that "men don't shed tears easily".
Meng Chu recognized that this was a student in his class. The other person greeted him when he passed by, although his voice was weak.
Now you know how gentle I am, Meng Chu complained slightly in his heart. You don't cherish it and skip classes every day.
He knocked on the door, his movements cautious: "Teacher Fu."
The lady inside the door glanced at him, picked up the thermos and took a sip. "What are you doing hiding in the doorway? I'm not going to eat you."
The boy just now might have a different opinion. Meng Chu walked in while thinking and briefly described the progress of the project.
"Okay, I thought at the beginning that the circuit design of each component was not difficult, but their requirements for integration and energy consumption are too high. However, I think you should be able to solve it," Fu Yanping put the thermos cup on the table, his eyes drifted to Meng Chu's hand, and his eyebrows raised high, "By the way, congratulations."
Meng Chu instinctively curled up his fingers and slid his sleeves down to cover the silver light of the ring.
"How is your newlywed life?" Fu Yanping looked at him with interest. "Is my narcissistic nephew annoying you to death?"
"Well... he's a nice guy," Meng Chu said, "He has a movie to shoot and has already left for Hong Kong."
Fu Yanping was a little disappointed: "No honeymoon trip?"
"We're all pretty busy."
"That's right," Fu Yanping lowered his head to collect the documents on the table, "I remember you also have a wearable biosensor chip project, right? Come on, and strive to achieve financial freedom as soon as possible."
Meng Chu smiled bitterly. His basic monthly salary is not high, and is quite shabby compared to his classmates who go to private companies. The only possible way to get rich is to engage in crazy horizontal expansion.
This requires actively contacting companies and seeking cooperation opportunities. The industry calls this daily routine "academic begging" - Meng Chuyi gets so nervous that his scalp tingles when he thinks about it.
"Thank you, Mr. Fu," he said, "then you go ahead and do your work. I won't bother you anymore."
"Don't be so polite, we are all family."
When Meng Chu heard the word "family", he was slightly stunned. He was not used to such affectionate names, but when they entered his heart, he felt very warm.
Fu Yanping watched him come with a serious expression and leave with admiration. He looked at his thin back, as if thinking about something.
How did these two people get together?
Before I could figure out the answer, my cell phone rang. She glanced at him. It was an annoying narcissist.
"Long time no see, auntie."
"Long time no see. Last time you ran to my office fifty meters away and refused to come to see my nephew."
"I don't know if the teacher fifty meters away from you has said that," Fu Guanshan skillfully filtered out her sarcasm, "We are married."
"He didn't tell me, but I saw the ring. Happy wedding. Try to stay together."
Academics are all the same, never expecting anything good: "Thank you, auntie. Since he didn't mention the marriage certificate, he probably didn't mention the dinner. Are you free at noon on the 6th of next month? The two families can have a meal together, it can be considered a small wedding banquet."
Fu Yanping flipped through his schedule and said, "Okay."
"Okay." Fu Guanshan finished both of his notifications, but after a few seconds, the phone was still not hung up.
Fu Yanping rolled his eyes: "What's wrong?"
"Has he mentioned me to you lately?"
Fu Yanping thought for a moment, put down his phone, opened WeChat for Business, replied to a student, then raised the phone to his ear and said slowly, "He said you are a good person."
The other side's silence turned from exasperated to resentful.
Fu Yanping sneered mockingly. "Ha," she gloated, "ball lightning meets epoxy board, huh?"
"Sheep? What sheep?"
"Epoxy resin is an insulating material... Anyway, people just don't bother to bother with you."
"That's right, why is he like this?" Fu Guanshan said indignantly, "This face can easily bring happiness to people."
Fu Yanping rolled his eyes again.
"I look like this, and I have great acting skills. My fans all say they want to apply for me to be a World Heritage Site," Fu Guanshan couldn't believe it. "How come he has no reaction to World Heritage?"
Fu Yanping began to massage the Taiyang acupoint: "Can your acting skills help him get to his face?"
"What?"
"At Linda, there is a certainty that promotion to full professor is a sure thing."
The other party was silent for a while, and was a little surprised: "Your evaluation of professors is related to eating noodles?"
"What... On the surface, it's a project of the National Natural Science Foundation of China," Fu Yanping began to think that the student was cute. "Different fields are like different mountains. If you take Zimbabwean dollars and run to Switzerland, no matter how much you spend, what purchasing power will it have?"
Fu Guanshan paused and asked, "Why is Pekingese involved again?"
“Zimbabwe is… How do you guys usually chat?!”
Fu Guanshan sighed. "No need to talk," he said with emotion, "I originally thought that when people saw me, there would only be excited silence, but I didn't expect there would be silence with nothing to say."
Fu Yanping held back and clenched the pen in his hand. His nephew had been behaving like this for a long time.
"At first you were looking for someone who was 'out of touch with the circle' and 'completely different'," Fu Yanping said. "Now that you've found him, what are you complaining about?"
"But..." Fu Guanshan said, "A 'pure amateur' is not a 'wooden man'. I am trying to please him, how come he can't see it at all?"
Fu Yanping was silent for a long time, then snorted: "Maybe they just don't believe it."
"Don't believe it?" Fu Guanshan asked hurt, "Why don't you believe it?"
"How many scandals have you had? Haven't you counted them yourself?" Fu Yanping asked, "In the past three years, you've had eight rumored boyfriends, right?"
"That's hype! Hype! It's a publicity stunt, okay?" Fu Guanshan said, "The company wants to bring in new people, the producers want to create topics, and the investors want to compete for traffic. How can we not hype up CPs?"
"Didn't you agree to that? You deserve it."
"No... The boss is the one who brought you from the eighteenth-tier to the first-tier. The newbies below all call you brother. Would it be reasonable for you not to help him?"
"If you don't like to do something, even if you ask your ancestors to do it, it won't work."
Fu Guanshan sighed helplessly: "I shouldn't have asked you this question."
"In short," Fu Yanping said, "Xiao Meng is a smart man. He knows that you have a long criminal record and are surrounded by romantic affairs. Your words cannot be taken seriously. Isn't it normal for you to be cold and indifferent?"
"He definitely didn't do that!" Fu Guanshan said, "He doesn't even have access to the internet, how would he know who I was involved in a scandal with? I doubt he even knows what a couple is."
"Oh, yes," Fu Yanping asked, "What does cp mean? The Linux command for copying files?"
Fu Guanshan paused. "Remember to come to the dinner, aunt."
He hung up the phone and the nanny car just stopped in front of him. Confused about the future of his marriage, he adjusted his sunglasses and leaned into the car with a melancholy look in his agent's eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.
He thought the journey to inform his relatives was difficult enough. However, in the office dozens of kilometers away, Meng Chu's brows were furrowed, and his eyes looking at the screen were obviously a hundred times more solemn than his.
After a long time, a reply popped up below the concise dinner notification.
Sorry, bro. I'm on a business trip recently and I'm too busy with work to spare any time. I wish you a happy wedding.
Meng Chu stared at the message for a long time before his brows relaxed.
Very good.
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