Chapter 171 "A Woman Who Has Been Hurt in Love" Now the times have changed. Under the influence of the market economy, teaching is not just about imparting knowledge to students. Let’s put art professors aside for now. They belong to a small and high-end circle. After all, only when one has solved the problem of food and clothing can one have the energy to appreciate art. Just talk about normal subjects. Professors of liberal arts are a little more "miserable". Their means of monetizing knowledge are relatively simple. The most they do is compile textbooks, publish books, or give classes everywhere to cheat some tuition fees. It’s different in science and engineering. The more famous the professor is, the stronger his ability to monetize. For bioengineering, they either have their own company that studies "gene cells" or they work as consultants in large pharmaceutical companies. In the field of mechanical engineering, experts in the state-owned enterprises that monopolize heavy industry in China and think tanks are almost all professors from 985 universities; For computer engineering professors who have research projects, one option is to open an Internet company and let their graduate students and doctoral students work for them for free. The other option is to be hired by a private company with a high salary and use your connections and knowledge to create value for the company. I have to say a few words about medicine here. Sun Yat-sen University’s medical school ranks among the top ten in the country, but there are also some widely circulated jokes. For example, a great medical professor married four wives in his lifetime. The first wife was a schoolmate, the second wife was a nurse in the department, the third wife was a beautiful pharmaceutical representative, and the fourth wife was his student...

However, these have nothing to do with Zeng Kun. He has no research projects and has not taught students for many years, let alone any academic achievements. Despite holding the title of "Associate Professor of the School of Computer Science at the best university in South China", he actually has to squeeze into the subway every day to go to and from get off work. Looking at the envelope containing money and the business card, Zeng Kun looked a little dazed. To be honest, when he first met Chen Zhe in the office, he thought he was just Zheng Ju's little follower - the kind of student who flatters the Youth League Committee teachers to make it easier for him to join the Party in the future. Later, when they were talking in the cafeteria, because Chen expressed his admiration for the "educated youth era", every word seemed to touch Zeng Kun's heart. Because of his good first impression of Chen, and the 2000 yuan judging fee, Zeng Kun agreed to be a judge for the event. Now the student gave another business card with his name printed on it. "What does it mean?" In fact, the meaning is self-evident, but Zeng Kun never dreamed that a company would hire him and give him the position of "general manager" right away. When Zeng Kun was first promoted to associate professor, he had fantasized about such a day. He is in charge of numerous national-level research projects, has a group of master's and doctoral students working for him, and also serves as a consultant for listed technology companies. In fact, after more than a decade of wasted time in mediocrity and deliberate suppression in the workplace, Zeng Kun had long since turned into a frustrated middle-aged man who complained constantly and was numb to life. Why do I miss the days of being an educated youth? It’s because life is not easy now. If you don't have a sense of happiness, you will miss the past madly and value the past more than the present. When you are overwhelmed with happiness, you will let go of the past and enjoy your present life. There is never a lack of beautiful women around you, so you don't feel nostalgic at all. "Professor Zeng." Chen's eyes were calm, but his attitude was sincere: "If you don't mind, I would like to invite you to be the general manager of Suhui Technology. The company has just been established, and we are in need of a highly respected leader to lead us to ride the wind and waves of the times." "Why me? There are so many great professors in the school." Zeng Kun's eyes were complicated, just like he had picked up a piece of gold on the roadside. Although he was very tempted, his first reaction was to make sure that this piece of gold grew naturally from the ground and was not deliberately thrown here by someone as a trap.

Many thoughts flashed through Chen's mind, and he heard the vigilance in Professor Zeng's tone. Chen Zhuo was analyzing in his mind that saying some official words that sounded polite but false at this time might only make Zeng Kun back off. He is now like a woman who has been hurt in love, with scars all over her heart. But judging from her instant reaction, "she" still longs for love. The "love" here is not true love, but a kind of social recognition and career success. So Chen decided to use fewer tricks and try to be sincere. After all, the "emotionally hurt woman" has seen all kinds of tricks. "The company has just been established. The big professors have plenty of resources, so it's probably hard for them to take a liking to us." Chen told the truth. Sure enough, after hearing this straightforward answer, Zeng Kun's expression eased a little, as this reason made sense. But he still has doubts: "What about those young professors? They have more energy and research ability, but they don't have so many resources." Chen Zhuo found that this way of dialogue was quite effective, so he continued: "Young professors have too many choices. They may only regard the company as a stepping stone and may not do their best to serve the company." "Haha~" Zeng Kun smiled. Zheng Ju was delighted, thinking that this smile meant that he agreed. Chen looked indifferent, he didn't think so. Sure enough, Professor Zeng's expression suddenly turned cold: "So you think I have neither resources nor a future, right?" "Depend on!" Zheng Ju almost wanted to curse out loud, no wonder your grandmother and mother-in-law don’t love you in the accounting department, why are you acting like a woman! In fact, Chen Zhe viewed Zeng Kun as a "woman who has been hurt in love". When she heard his questioning tone, she felt quite indignant, as if asking, "Do you think I'm dirty just because I'm divorced and have children?" The woman said this, but she didn't mean to refuse, but wanted a commitment. What kind of promise can make a woman feel at ease? That's home. So, I heard Chen reply: "Professor Zeng, you think too much. We chose you only because we think you have excellent qualities and can treat the company like your home." This answer was like Cupid's arrow, hitting Lao Zeng's heart. He sometimes attributed his poor performance to his unwillingness to go along with the crowd. Seeing Zeng Kun suddenly silent, Chen Zhuo took out the contract he had prepared and said, "Professor Zeng, please think about it. If you agree in the end, please sign this contract." "If you don't think it's appropriate, then I don't want the ten thousand dollars." Chen smiled and said, "This is the salary I was planning to give you." After saying that, Chen Zhuo exchanged glances with Zheng Ju, and they both left the office. "You actually put 10,000 in that envelope?" Zheng Ju didn't know at first that there was so much money in the envelope.

Ten thousand yuan is equivalent to more than two months’ salary. Chen Zhe’s background is indeed very impressive, and he offers such a price even to a professor like Zeng Kun. Although Zheng Ju has a very stable career plan, he couldn't help but feel moved at this moment. "Will you agree?" Zheng Ju asked with some concern. If I don't agree, won't the ten thousand dollars be wasted? Chen was not worried about this problem at all. Instead, he felt that Zheng Ju's words were very comical. Will it win? will win. "I will agree." Chen said that he couldn't find any reason for Zeng Kun to refuse. …… Just as Chen Zhuo expected, Zeng Kun looked at the money, business cards, and the contract that had been prepared long ago on the table. Regardless of the future of this company, at least their attitude is sincere and they respect me very much. However, frustrated people are often hesitant. Although Zeng Kun really wanted to agree immediately, he always felt that he needed to think about it for a whole night. The various blows in reality have long made Zeng Kun lose the vigor and confidence and decisiveness of his youth. After get off work, Zeng Kun slowly boarded the subway home, carrying his badly worn and peeling black briefcase. There was no space at all in the subway at this time, but Zeng Kun was used to it. He grabbed a hanging ring and was squeezed in the crowd like a sardine. As the subway swayed, his thoughts also swayed. After getting off the bus at the station, Zeng Kun walked a few steps to the downstairs of his home. He suddenly took a deep breath, slowly straightened his slightly hunched back, and adjusted his appearance in front of the glass mirror. Although he was not popular at school, Lao Zeng had a virtuous lover and a daughter who was proud of him at home. ······ (End of this chapter)