Chapter 187 Taking Photos
The specific meeting time for the student union election of Imperial University has been set. In fact, the list of new members of the student union had already been determined before the election. This so-called meeting was just a formality.
This situation is very normal, not to mention schools, but also government agencies, enterprises and institutions. Big matters are handled in small meetings , and small matters are handled in big meetings. The more important the matter, the fewer people are involved in the decision-making process. The so-called meeting is just a procedure, but it is an indispensable one.
The election meeting was held in the school's small auditorium. In addition to the student union cadres, the participants included the candidates for election and specially invited school leaders. In addition, student cadres from all departments and grades were also invited, such as class monitors, secretaries, etc.
Zhao Minglei walked into the venue with high spirits. Today he was wearing a snow-white shirt, a pair of ironed black suit pants, and a pair of leather shoes that were polished to a shine. The hem of his shirt was tucked into his trousers, making him look neat. Coupled with his handsome features, people who didn't know him would think he was a big leader from somewhere.
"Has everyone been notified?" After entering the meeting room, Zhao Minglei stopped and looked around, as if he was a lion inspecting his territory.
"Everyone has been notified. The meeting will start on time in ten minutes. The school leaders will be here soon."
Zhao Minglei nodded and pointed forward: "Check the positions of the leaders on the rostrum to see if there are any problems, including whether the tea and other things are placed. By the way, the handles of each teacup must be in the same direction, and the height of the tea inside must also be the same... Remember, details determine success or failure. Today is an important day for our student union, and we cannot be careless in the slightest!"
"Yes, yes, I'll go and see it myself right away." The student union cadre next to him nodded quickly, cursing in his heart: "You're not even the president, just a committee member. The president didn't say anything, but you made a very reasonable argument. It was originally an internal election of the student union. If it wasn't for the election, why would you make such a scene? And invite the school leaders? Is it necessary?"
Although he cursed in his heart, he would not say it out loud. He thought that a higher-ranking official could crush a person. He was just an ordinary student union cadre, while the other party was a committee member. Moreover, he heard that this election would not only increase the number of members of the student union, but also adjust the work of the various committee members within the student union.
The Class of 1977 will graduate next year, and Zhao Minglei is a student of the Class of 1978. Although the graduation time of the Class of 1977 and the Class of 1978 is only about half a year apart, judging from the structure of the Student Union, with the graduation of the Class of 1977 approaching, the work of important Student Union cadres will be adjusted after this summer vacation, and the candidates for the president and vice president may also need to be replaced. This election and adjustment is actually a preparation for the major adjustment in the second half of this year.
From this perspective, Zhao Minglei has already set his sights on the position of president, and now everything he does is to build momentum for himself. Facing Zhao Minglei who is in the limelight, how dare ordinary student union cadres mess with him? Although they despise him, they still do as he asks.
Zhao Minglei was very satisfied watching the student union cadre working hard according to his request. But when his eyes passed the front seat and scanned the entire auditorium, he suddenly saw an acquaintance, but this acquaintance was someone Zhao Minglei disliked very much.
"Why is he here?" Zhao Minglei was stunned and his face turned ugly in an instant.
This person was none other than Song Yuanchao.
Although Song Yuanchao was well-known in the school, especially at the New Year's Eve party, it could be said that there was almost no one in the entire Imperial University who didn't know him. But the problem was that Song Yuanchao was not a student union cadre, or even an ordinary student cadre, so why was he here today?
In an instant, Zhao Minglei was filled with anger, and he even wanted to step forward and scold Song Yuanchao for getting in. Who allowed him to appear in this occasion?
However, when his eyes fell on the person who was talking to Song Yuanchao, Zhao Minglei suppressed his anger, because the person who was laughing and talking with Song Yuanchao was another member of the Student Union, Wei Qiang. Wei Qiang's status in the Student Union was no worse than Zhao Minglei's, and he was also the child of a high-ranking official, and was Zhao Minglei's biggest competitor.
"How did these two guys get together? I've never heard that they know each other." Anger turned into confusion. Zhao Minglei was suspicious and couldn't help but walk over there.
When he got closer, he found that Song Yuanchao was fiddling with a camera and seemed to be talking to Wei Qiang. When Zhao Minglei was about two or three meters away from Song Yuanchao, Song Yuanchao suddenly turned around and raised the camera towards Zhao Minglei. It was not known whether this action was intentional or something too big, which immediately scared Zhao Minglei.
"Hey, isn't this Senior Zhao?" As soon as Song Yuanchao raised his camera, he saw Zhao Minglei and greeted him with a smile on his face: "Senior Zhao, you are here too? Yes, look at my brain, I almost forgot that you are also a member of the Student Union. Of course you will be here for the election meeting today."
"Yuan Chao, do you know Ming Lei?" Wei Qiang asked with some surprise.
"Yes, of course I know him. I met him on the first day I reported here." Song Yuanchao said with a smile, "Senior Zhao and I are old friends. We have a good relationship. He helped me a lot on the first day of reporting. I even brought some gifts for him that day."
"Oh, what gift? Are you trying to bribe our Ming Lei?" Wei Qiang asked with a smile.
"Bribery? There is no such thing! It's just a small gift between friends." Song Yuanchao said seriously: "Senior Wei, you may not know that Senior Zhao is acquainted with my girlfriend's family. My father-in-law and mother-in-law and Senior Zhao's parents used to be colleagues. You said there is such a relationship. Aren't he and I friends? By the way, I didn't get into college the first two times. Thanks to Senior Zhao for helping me take care of our Yan Zi in school. I still remember this today. I reported that day. Maybe it was because of the dry weather that Senior Zhao got a little angry that day. In order to thank Senior Zhao, I gave him some pear syrup candy. Senior Zhao, do you still remember it? How does this pear syrup taste? Are you used to it? If you like it , don't hesitate to tell me and I'll ask someone to send it to you from Shanghai. We are all friends, right?"
Song Yuanchao's words seemed to be a slap on Zhao Minglei's face, directly revealing Zhao Minglei's scars.
Many people in the school knew about the grudge between Zhao Minglei, Song Yuanchao, and Lin Yan, but no one mentioned it in front of Zhao Minglei. But today, Song Yuanchao said it directly and expressed his "thank you" meaningfully, which made Zhao Minglei's nose crooked in anger.
If it weren't for the occasion, Zhao Minglei would probably have taken action directly. Looking at Song Yuanchao's smiling face, Zhao Minglei wanted to slap him directly.
But it's not possible now. They are in the small auditorium now and most people have arrived. Even the school leaders will be here soon. What's more, Wei Qiang is standing next to Song Yuanchao. If Zhao Minglei does this, it will not only have no effect, but will also be counterproductive.
Taking a deep breath and forcibly suppressing his anger, Zhao Minglei looked at Song Yuanchao coldly and asked, "What are you doing here? As far as I remember, you are not a member of the student union, nor a student leader, right?"
"Haha, Senior Zhao has a really good memory." Song Yuanchao happily gave Zhao Minglei a thumbs up, then pointed at the camera in his hand and said, "Originally, there was no need for me to come, but Senior Wei forced me to come..."
As he said this, he looked at Wei Qiang who was standing beside him. Wei Qiang smiled and nodded, "Yuan Chao is right, I invited him here. Today is the co-election meeting, and there are many school leaders attending. Yuan Chao has a good imported camera, so I specially asked him to borrow it to take some photos later."
While Wei Qiang was speaking, Song Yuanchao deliberately raised the camera in his hand towards Zhao Minglei and smiled at him with his big white teeth showing.
Wei Qiang's words made Zhao Minglei stunned. He knew about the on-site photography. It was indeed Wei Qiang who was responsible for this matter. However, he had no idea that Wei Qiang had borrowed a camera from Song Yuanchao. Of course, Wei Qiang could make the decision on such a small matter and did not need to seek Zhao Minglei's consent.
Facing Wei Qiang's answer and looking at the camera in Song Yuanchao's hand, Zhao Minglei's face twitched a few times and he forced a smile.
"Oh, so that's how it is. Thank you so much, classmate Song, for taking the trouble to come and help with our student union's affairs."
"It's no trouble, we are all classmates and friends. Besides, the Student Union is our student organization, serving the students. Although I am not a cadre, I am also a student. As a member of the Imperial University, it is natural for me to contribute my own strength. Besides, you are not an outsider, Zhao, who are we to each other? There is no need to be so polite, no need to thank me..."
"Well, Yuanchao is right. We need students with awareness like you. In fact, Yuanchao, it's a waste of your talent if you are not a student leader with your ability. You should have been on the list of additional candidates. Why were you not selected?" Wei Qiang said with a smile, and at the same time, his eyes inadvertently glanced at Zhao Minglei.
"I say, Senior Wei, I'm a very lazy person. It's ok for me to work hard, but I can't be a student leader. If you don't believe me, ask Senior Zhao. He knows best, right, Senior Zhao?"
The smile on Zhao Minglei's face was almost frozen. It was obvious that Song Yuanchao and Wei Qiang were working in cahoots with each other and deliberately making fun of him. He was not a fool, so how could he not hear it?
At this time, the meeting time was about to arrive, and with the arrival of several school leaders, the additional election meeting was about to begin. Zhao Minglei didn't want to say anything more to Song Yuanchao and the others, so he nodded at Song Yuanchao, then turned around and walked towards his seat.
"Senior Wei, Senior Zhao doesn't look well. Is he sick?" After Zhao Minglei left, Song Yuanchao deliberately asked Wei Qiang beside him.
Wei Qiang smiled meaningfully: "Maybe, Minglei has been busy with the election these days. Those who are capable should do more work. Let him have a good rest for a few days after the meeting. His health is the capital of the revolution. How can he continue to make revolution if his health is broken?"
"Senior Wei is absolutely right, it's spot on!" Song Yuanchao smiled and nodded repeatedly, then looked at the position and said, "The meeting will start soon. So, Senior Wei, please stand over here. I'll take a picture for you first to see if there's any problem with the camera."
As he spoke, Song Yuanchao asked Wei Qiang to walk to a suitable angle, picked up the camera in his hand and adjusted it, then said to Wei Qiang: "Yes! Keep this pose! And smile a little more... OK!"
