Chapter 969: See a different world

The old man here faces the pressing of Ji Xianghong, the deputy manager of the personnel department of Xingsheng Magazine. He is very direct to resolve it, but he is a little worried about Zhang Xuelong, who is in class next door. You must know that when he first entered the classroom, he was full of unwillingness. .
Also, Zhang Xuelong, a poor boy who has never liked reading since he was a child, although he can bear hardships and stand hard work in society, his understanding and social skills displayed when he repaired the sewer is extremely high. He is a young man in his early twenties. Take those 30 or 40-year-old old foremen to and from the wind and rain, supporting him and listening to him.
This in itself is an ability.
But only for this ability to study MBA? And is it such a high-end MBA program?
Zhang Xuelong’s grades, knowledge, and everything are far from enough. To put it bluntly, Gao Leng opened the back door to come in and listened. Some of the old guys didn’t understand why Gao Leng did this. It would be excusable if he came to read it himself. , After all, he carries the task of digging people, and it is only natural for Fatty to come here. Fatty graduated from a key university anyway. It will be beneficial for him to lead the team in the future, and Fatty also brings the task of digging people.
What is Zhang Xuelong doing?
"Hello everyone." Almost at the same time, Lao Diao and Zhang Xuelong heard the teacher's voice in the two classrooms.
Zhang Xuelong, don’t make any trouble, I always thought, after collecting his thoughts, Yu Guang looked at the manager Ji who was sitting next to him, and saw that he lowered his head and put the business cards of some people he just received into the business card holder. , There are at least a dozen business cards in the business card holder.
However, in less than half an hour, the deputy manager of the personnel department showed his super interpersonal skills. Although he is an opponent, Lao Huan admires him. This season manager came here for the same purpose as him. He worked hard before he came, and tried his best to dig people after he arrived, which is admirable.
The old hanging, who had collected his thoughts, began to listen to the course earnestly. He seemed a little excited and emotional. He had never come in such a university campus-like classroom before. In his memory, he was still in the middle of middle school. , Standing on the stage was the teacher in the village who could not speak Mandarin.
Now, this is the MBA program that the Empire’s Work Party has dreamed of for a long time.
This is him a year ago. One year ago, he drove behind the paparazzi reporter who was photographing celebrities' thighs at Xingsheng Magazine. The old hanger who listened to them actually sat in this class.
Thinking about it, those former reporters were also jealous of him, and didn't dare to hate him.
Zhang Xuelong seemed absent-minded compared to Lao Diao who was serious about preparing for class. He sat in the last row of the classroom, shaking his legs uncomfortably, and burying his head deeply. It was his habit of going to elementary school and junior high school. : The teacher would not notice him with his head buried, and would not call him up to answer questions.
Zhang Xuelong didn't love the classroom, and he didn't love it when he was young.
It can be said that the village where he grew up came out of a university, but didn't he work outside in the end?
Zhang Xuelong felt that there was nothing good about studying. What's so good? I remember when I was having dinner with my buddies, which of the bosses around me read? They all came out without graduating from junior high school. Some were driving BMWs. Did the college student in the village drive?
Besides, with so many reporters from Xingsheng Magazine, which one is not graduated from a prestigious university? Didn't Zhang Xuelong get the appreciation of Mr. Gao when he didn't study?
I still remember that he took the time to go back to his hometown last month and photographed a full 10,000 yuan directly on the table, and his parents laughed. After a while, the whole village will know that Zhang Xuelong is now an employee of a leading domestic magazine.
"My son, be a driver for the boss of the Imperial Capital!"
"My son, I have a great future! Do you know the rotten meat? Just a few days ago, the rotten meat caught a lot of corrupt officials, and my son also participated!"
"What a great promise... he went out with his brother, and they all have great promises!"
Now when the village talks about who is promising, who mentions the only one who has been admitted to college? He and the old hanger are all mentioned!
Zhang Xuelong rubbed his head vigorously with his hands, his little girlfriend's smile appeared in front of him, and he whispered: "Why are you here to read this? There are still a lot of things in Houzi Village. There are so many old farmers who grow ancient species. The room is still being built...what's the point of reading this? And so expensive..."
"Hey." A person next to him handed a business card, Zhang Xuelong quickly stretched out his hand and then looked up, only to see a blond foreigner looking at him with a smile, and said in fluent Chinese: "I belong to Wang Bin Group Middle management, mainly in charge of the European market, I am glad to meet you."
"Gao...happy, happy." Zhang Xuelong couldn't react for a while. How could this foreigner speak Chinese so well? ! He quickly stretched out his hand to hold it, and said with some embarrassment: "I...I didn't bring a business card."
Zhang Xuelong brought his business card, but when he saw the series of titles on the business card of the foreigner named George, he couldn't get it. After all, his business card was only the driver of Xingsheng Magazine.
"Which company do you belong to? Let's have a meal in the evening. I don’t have any friends yet when I came to the Emperor. Let’s make friends." George laughed very cheerfully and approachably. Zhang Xuelong nodded quickly and talked to foreign countries. People make friends, and they make friends with foreigners with such a high position. It seems that there is a little bit of face to talk about.
Don't say that the people of the empire look at foreigners. Zhang Xuelong really thinks so at this moment: Fuck, this foreigner is so good in Chinese! It's great to make such a friend! He looked at his business card with some surprises and inferiority. Then, the person sitting in front also turned and shook hands and exchanged the business cards.
Zhang Xuelong glanced, and the lowest position on the business cards of the first few people was also the deputy manager.
An inferiority complex came up like this. He stretched his hand into his trouser pocket and pressed his business card, as if he was afraid that his business card would fall out and lose a copy. You know, when he was in the village, his business card was caught by him. A copy from the parents.
Then, when the people around him and George spoke fluently in English, Zhang Xuelong's face turned red. He looked at the classmates who were talking in front of him with some admiration, and suddenly felt that he seemed to have climbed them high.
How can such a talented person become my classmate? Zhang Xuelong was speechless. The people in front of him were different from the "college students" he had in mind, and they were different from the "students who only read but did not do things" as the workers said.
They have excellent conversation, good temperament, and outstanding ability.
"My Chinese is very good, and I can use Chinese." George laughed and said with satisfaction: "I have been fighting for this MBA place for a long time with the company! I need to recharge, the empire culture is extensive and profound, I need to come here To broaden my horizons, I need to come here to learn more about the imperial culture and the habits of the imperial people. I am glad to meet you."
Zhang Xuelong listened, lowered his head and looked at George's business card again. There was a line of small print clearly written on it: Harvard University.
At Harvard University, Zhang Xuelong said silently, he rubbed his eyes, and he was right. It was the Harvard University he knew, the Harvard University he only knew the name of the school, and it was the Harvard University that he only knew the name of the school. Harvard University.
After graduating from Harvard University, you still have to charge? !
Zhang Xuelong's outlook on life and the world suddenly seemed to be refreshed at this moment, with a new light.
He raised his head and looked at George. Through George, he seemed to see a different world.