Chapter 196 Professor Yao
"Haha, Brother Wei is really thoughtful. I should thank you for thinking so much about me." The muscles on Zhao Minglei's face twitched slightly, and he said while suppressing his anger.
"You're welcome. We are friends. We are not only classmates but also colleagues in the student union. Isn't it normal for us to help each other?" Wei Qiang put his arm around Zhao Minglei's shoulders affectionately and said with a smile: "Minglei, many daily tasks of the student union will depend on your help. You also know that my ability is limited. Without your help, I am afraid I may not be able to do many things well."
Wei Qiang saw Zhao Minglei was thinking about something, and continued, "By the way, when you recover, you will still be needed for many tasks in the association. At that time, I will definitely propose to convene a committee and suggest readjusting the duties of the committee members. What do you think?"
"Okay, that's great, thank you so much Brother Wei." Zhao Minglei's heart was bleeding and he gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words word by word.
"Look at you, you're being polite again, aren't you? You, you, Minglei, why do we classmates still care about these things? Okay, I have a lot of things to do over there. I've been busy these days and don't even have time to rest. I'm leaving. Take good care of yourself. Your health is the capital of revolution." Seeing that the time was almost right, Wei Qiang stood up with a smile. Before leaving, he stretched out his hand and shook Zhao Minglei's hand. When shaking hands, he used his right hand first and then his left hand. After shaking hands, he shook them vigorously a few times, as if a senior leader was inspecting ordinary people.
After letting go of Zhao Minglei's hand, which seemed a little stiff, Wei Qiang patted him on the shoulder before leaving, leaving a meaningful smile.
After the door was opened and closed, and Wei Qiang's figure completely disappeared from Zhao Minglei's sight, Zhao Minglei could no longer bear the anger in his heart. He directly grabbed the teacup that Wei Qiang had just used to drink tea and smashed it to the ground.
With a snap, the teacup broke into pieces instantly, and countless porcelain fragments flew out, along with the remaining tea in the cup, all over the room.
"This is too much!" Zhao Minglei cursed angrily, but he didn't dare to curse too loudly and deliberately suppressed his voice.
His eyes were frighteningly red, and he walked around the room a few times like a trapped beast. When his gaze fell on the photos on the coffee table again, Zhao Minglei's whole body deflated like a deflated balloon.
One wrong move and the whole game is lost. Now Zhao Minglei deeply understands the meaning of this sentence. Wei Qiang’s threat is real. If he dares to make trouble, these photos will be the best weapon to attack him.
Once these photos spread out, how could Zhao Minglei face people again? The arrogant Zhao Minglei had been deeply hit this time. If this matter caused a stir again, it would not only be known within the Imperial University, but the whole of Yanjing and even the whole of China would know Zhao Minglei's name.
By that time, Zhao Minglei would have no face to live. Perhaps the only way left for him was suicide. But how could Zhao Minglei, who always cherished his life, dare to do that? A good death is worse than a miserable life. Faced with such a situation, Zhao Minglei had only one way, which was to swallow his anger, tuck his tail between his legs, and be obedient.
The situation was stronger than the person, and Zhao Minglei had to face the situation. He stared at the photos in frustration for a long time, and finally sighed, found a basin, tore the photos into pieces one by one, lit them with a match, and watched the photos burn to ashes before he collapsed powerlessly on the sofa.
Song Yuanchao had heard a little about Zhao Minglei's affairs. Especially when he learned that Wei Qiang had somehow captured Zhao Minglei , Song Yuanchao, as the instigator, had some vague guesses in his mind.
One has to admit that Wei Qiang is a person who is very good at taking advantage of opportunities, and he is decisive and ruthless in his actions. He brought Zhao Minglei down from the clouds to the dust in one fell swoop, and such a person is most suitable for a career in politics.
Song Yuanchao and Wei Qiang were not really friends. They only knew each other because of Luo Yang's introduction. To be honest, they both got what they needed when dealing with Zhao Minglei. Perhaps Wei Qiang had already guessed the real reason for Zhao Minglei's accident, but Wei Qiang never mentioned it to Song Yuanchao. This showed how cunning Wei Qiang was.
This is fine, it's just cooperation anyway, and it's better for everyone if some things are seen through but not spoken out. Song Yuanchao and Wei Qiang are not the same kind of people, and the possibility of them meeting each other in the future is very small. In addition, with this relationship, they will have a close relationship when they meet again in the future. This is not a bad thing for both Song Yuanchao and Wei Qiang.
Without Zhao Minglei, the stinky shit, waiting to make a move, Song Yuanchao's life at school was much easier. While Wei Qiang was completely dealing with Zhao Minglei, Song Yuanchao also got the house he had bought before.
Just a few days ago, the newspaper informed Song Yuanchao that everyone had moved out, and several families in the backyard had also moved out early. Yue Laoer personally delivered the keys. Looking at the bunch of keys in his hand, a happy smile appeared on Song Yuanchao's face. This yard was much better than the one he lived in now, and Song Yuanchao had already thought about how to renovate this yard.
It was a big project to first open up the front and back yards that were originally separated, and then restore the yards to their original appearance.
If it were a year ago, Song Yuanchao would not have the financial resources to do so, but Song Yuanchao was rich and had no shortage of money. So the work of repairing and restoring this courtyard became Song Yuanchao's major task this year. In order to better achieve the goal of restoring it to its original state, Song Yuanchao specially found teachers from the Department of Architecture and the Department of History of the Imperial University of Peking.
Although the Architecture Department of Imperial University is not as famous as that of China Peking University, its strength is not bad either. Moreover, the History Department of Imperial University is more famous than the Architecture Department. Some highly respected teachers are still teaching there, and their strength is unquestionable.
As a student of Imperial University, it was not difficult for Song Yuanchao to find out these things. In addition, he and Wei Qiang had a tacit relationship, so he could also get some information from the Student Union. Besides, there was Cheng Mengshan who had already joined the Student Union.
It didn't take much effort for Song Yuanchao to understand the situation. He found an opportunity to visit Professor Yao who lived in the school's staff quarters and knocked on the door of the Department of Architecture.
The one who opened the door was Professor Yao, who is now nearly 60 years old. When he was young, he studied in Europe and later returned to China. He worked as an assistant to Mr. Liang Sicheng and his wife, and later taught at the Imperial University of Peking. He started as an assistant, lecturer, associate professor, and now is a full professor. Although he is not the most famous in the school's architecture department, compared with other professors who are only proficient in theory, Professor Yao has the highest level of practice.
"Hello, Mr. Yao." (University teachers are addressed as Mr., and in fact, we have been addressing them as Mr. since junior high school, regardless of gender.)
"Who are you...?" Professor Yao raised his glasses and looked at the young man in front of him. The other person had the badge of Imperial University on his chest, which meant that he was a student of his university. However, Professor Yao could not remember whether this student was his student.
"Oh, let me introduce myself first. My name is Song Yuanchao, a student of Class 1, Department of Economics, Class of 1979. I came to visit you this year because I have something to ask you." Song Yuanchao said with a smile. Professor Yao took a look at the other person and felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was. He was sure that he and Song Yuanchao had never had any contact before, and the other person also introduced himself as a student of the Department of Economics. Why did this student of the Department of Economics look for him?
But no matter what, the other party is a student of his school, and as a teacher, he can't turn away a visitor. Nodding, Professor Yao opened the door and invited Song Yuanchao in. Song Yuanchao thanked him and walked into the house with a net bag of yellow banana apples he had just bought.
"Mr. Yao, I came in a hurry, so this small gift is not enough to show my respect." After entering the house, Song Yuanchao handed over the apple. Professor Yao took a look and smiled, "You are a student and I am a teacher. Why do students bring these to visit their teachers? Fortunately, they are apples. If you bring anything else, I will throw it out for you."
"Mr. Yao, look at what you said. It is etiquette for students to bring gifts when visiting teachers. In the past, students also paid tribute when they became apprentices. Today, I have a question to ask you. How can I come empty-handed?"
"Hahaha, that makes sense. Okay, I'll take the apple." Professor Yao was not an old-fashioned person. He took the apple handed to him by Song Yuanchao with a hearty smile.
Putting the apple aside, Professor Yao suddenly remembered something and turned around to look at Song Yuanchao: "I always feel that you look familiar, but I can't remember where I have seen you before..."
After thinking for a while, and looking at Song Yuanchao who was smiling at him, Professor Yao suddenly slapped his forehead and laughed: "It's you, kid. I remember now. The one who sang on the stage at the New Year's Eve party was the one who sang the song When You Are Old, right?"
"You have a really good memory. Yes, I was the one who sang that song." Song Yuanchao nodded and smiled.
"Hahaha, I'm not old yet, so my memory is certainly not bad, but it's been a while and I can't remember it for a while." Professor Yao pointed at Song Yuanchao with a smile: "Xiao Song, you sing well, and the song is well adapted. My wife and I like it very much. By the way, do you have any new songs recently?"
"Sir, singing is just a personal hobby for me. I am a student and my main focus is on studying. Of course, if I have the chance in the future, I will try to compose a few more songs. I am very happy that you and your wife like my songs. By the way, I have already sent that song to the Student Union. In the near future, our Student Union will look for a suitable person to cover it. If the tape is released, I will send you a copy ."
"Okay!" Professor Yao nodded and agreed with a smile. When Song Yuanchao sang this song on the stage, Professor Yao and his wife were deeply moved. This song sings about love, but it is also about the accumulation of years and the most sincere things in people's hearts. For these teachers who have experienced most of their lives, it is easier to be moved than for students.
