Mixed in 1980

Chapter 116 Ali was forced to resign
"Young people nowadays are quite cunning and don't know how to behave!"

Chen Dai was also having a headache. There were too many poor students in the school. Although there were subsidies, most of them were sent back to their families, so they were still just as poor.

It's not easy for someone to come out and do poverty alleviation, so we have to talk a lot about it.

This student is also peculiar.

When other people set up clubs, they either set them up based on their majors or their interests and hobbies, but the purpose of his club is different from others: to make money and to help alleviate poverty!
The key is that this student is not just shouting slogans, but has plans and abilities. He is famous and has publishing channels, so he may really be able to do it.

Such cattle and horses must be supported!
There are so many poor students in the school, and 50 places are indeed too few. Compared with the number of poor students, it is just a drop in the bucket.

"Student Chen Fan, you just said that starting a club is a good exercise for yourself. The more people there are, the better the effect, right?"

Without waiting for Chen Fan to object, the old man made the final decision: "It's settled. The office, 500 yuan start-up funds, and support from the teaching and research group are all fine."

“……” Chen Fan was stunned.

Did I agree? You're set.

Even if you are Chen Dai, you can't take advantage of others like this, right? 500 yuan to solve the problems of 200 poor students, 2.5 yuan per person.

"Student Chen Fan, if there is nothing else, you can go back first."

"Sir, this is unreasonable." Chen Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This old man was determined to use him like a beast of burden.

"Why are you being unreasonable? You submitted the application form yourself. Your requirements are too high. I added some conditions. That's the right thing to do. Young people should be brave enough to accept challenges."

"..."

This old gentleman is speaking in official language.

Chen Fan looked at the application form and thought about snatching it back. The old man seemed to realize something and took the application form and stuffed it directly into the drawer, which made Chen Fan laugh and cry.

"Sir, if you really want 200 places, that's fine, but you have to agree to my conditions, right? I have to be assigned people. If there are no people, it's useless even if I work myself to death."

"Who is it?" Chen Dai blinked.

"The application form says that I need full-time assistants. I need to serve 200 poor students. Two assistants are not enough. I need four," Chen Fan said solemnly.

"What are you thinking about? I don't even have four assistants, where can I get people for you? The number of employees is limited." The old man laughed.

"Temporary workers are fine. If that doesn't work, give me a few recruitment quotas."

Chen Fan's eyes lit up as he spoke: "That's right, I need recruitment quotas. Give me four recruitment quotas, and I promise to get it done."

Not only in the 1980s, but also until later generations, universities have had recruitment quotas.

Most of these places are allocated to the family members of teachers with high professional titles, such as associate professors and professors, and are arranged in places such as libraries and archives rooms.

The number of vacancies is not fixed. For example, if Kyoto University wants to poach a professor and that person has a partner who needs a job, the university will not care whether there is a vacancy or not and will just stuff the person in. The school is not short of money and it is no big deal to just keep a spare person.

The difference is that in the 1980s, the conditions were relatively relaxed and there were vacancies for associate professors. But in later generations, even for specially appointed professors, there were still vacancies that needed to be lined up or even not available.

"What the hell are you dreaming of?"

The old gentleman couldn't help but swear. They only give one quota to each professor, and you, a student, dare to ask for four?

You're not even the principal's own son!
"Then what do you say we should do? Without people and quotas, this thing can't be done. There are 200 poor students there. How about you find someone else to do this?" Chen Fan sat down, took out a cigarette and offered it to the old man.

Now he is not in a hurry. Up to now, the issue is no longer about the establishment of a society, but about poverty alleviation, which is fundamentally different.

Since it is poverty alleviation, support must be in place and you cannot really treat yourself as a beast of burden.

"One, at most one!"

The old man gritted his teeth, thought for a moment, and added: "If you can accomplish this, I will risk my old face and ask for another one for you."

"Thank you, sir!" Chen Fan was happy.

"Go, go, go. I get angry when I see you. Don't come to me for no reason in the future."

"No, I will definitely come to ask for advice often in the future. You are busy, sir." Chen Fan stood up, bowed, and left quickly.

As for the future, I will definitely come often.

Chen Fan had already made up his mind. He decided to take this opportunity to design a management model that could be used in his future business ventures.

You have to get this big shot to work with you on the design, you can't just be a slave.

"This kid..." The old man smiled bitterly.

I wanted to bully this student and put the burden on him, but I didn't expect him to be such a smart guy.

Well, for the sake of 200 poor students, I'd rather risk my reputation and ask for two temporary job positions for him.

And if this matter is handled well, it will not be as simple as 200 poor students.

If you make more money, you can do it in batches, 200 this year, replace 100 next year, and replace them the year after...

Those who work in economics all know how to do the math!
If Chen Fan knew what the old man was thinking, he would have to turn around and scold him. Of course, after that, he would most likely be beaten up by other students. "Brothers, there is good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

When I returned to the dormitory, my roommates were waiting for me.

Xin Yingjie quickly took out a cigarette and lit it for Chen Fan: "Sir, just tell me the good news. You have to bear the bad news yourself."

Chen Fan took a puff of his cigarette and kicked Xin Yingjie: "Go to hell, I'm the president, I'm in charge of the overall situation, and you're the vice president, you're the workhorse."

Xin Yingjie rolled his eyes and complained, "Good fellow, am I now a beast of burden?"

Chen Fan chuckled and said, "The good news is that Mr. Chen will help with the procedures, and the club will definitely be established. The bad news is that Mr. Chen wants us to recruit 200 people, manage 200 people, and get things done. If you don't do it, who will?"

Xin Yingjie was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but jump up: "Old man, this is too much. 200 people means 200 mouths. Even if you carry me to stew, I won't be enough for one meal."

"Be prepared to be a slave!"

Chen Fan scratched his head, turned around and walked out. When he reached the dormitory door, he turned back and said, "Think about it carefully at night, how can we get things done."

"You've really become like a beast of burden. I shouldn't have agreed to do this with you guys." Xin Yingjie lay down on the bed with his eyes rolled up.

"Sister, how long have you been here?"

After class, Xu Jinqiu rode her bicycle home as fast as she could. From a distance, she saw Zeng Ali sitting on the steps at the entrance of the courtyard with a luggage bag beside her.

Zeng Ali stood up and brushed off the dust on his butt: "I just arrived a while ago. The street environment here is quite good. It is much more spacious than the alleys."

Xu Jinqiu took out the key and opened the door: "The surrounding area is not as good as our place, where Shichahai is right outside the door and there is Beihai Park next to it."

He pushed the bicycle into the yard, took Zeng Ali into the main house, and carried the luggage to the room on the left side of the living room: "We've cleaned everything up at noon. We'll buy anything we need later."

"Qiu'er, I'd better stay in the wing room."

Zeng Ali looked at the room opposite. It was only a few meters away, so as not to disturb the young couple.

Xu Jinqiu opened Zeng Ali's luggage bag and helped to pack it: "The wing room here is less than ten square meters, and the house is short. It's so hot in the summer that it's deadly. Now it's empty, and there's not even a bed."

Zeng Ali had no choice but to agree. Xu Jinqiu stood beside her, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised and a hint of imperceptible cunning flashed in her eyes.

"Sister, I'm going to wash the vegetables!"

When the cleanup was almost done, Xu Jinqiu went to the kitchen to steam the rice first. After a while, Zeng Ali also came out to help, and the two sisters prepared the dishes directly.

When the two sisters were done, Chen Fan came back and looked at the food on the table, narrowing his eyes slightly: "Big sister, did you make this?"

The dish presentation is so beautiful, it definitely wasn’t made by Xu Jinqiu, only Zeng Ali has this hobby.

"Student Chen Fan, you look down on me, right? My elder sister's cooking skills have improved a lot. You can't always look at people with the same old eyes. Hurry and eat." Xu Jinqiu glared at the man.

Chen Fan picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth: "This stir-fried meat is good, and it's at the level of an ordinary home-cooked dish."

After receiving such an evaluation, Zeng Ali was so angry that she gritted her teeth, but she couldn't refute it. Chen Fan's cooking skills were really good, better than those of the chefs in ordinary restaurants.

"If you can't speak, then don't speak."

Xu Jinqiu also picked up a piece of meat and started chewing: "It's delicious. If I were to go to the countryside and eat a meal like this, I would be happy for half a month."

Zeng Ali's face turned dark and he reached out to pinch Xu Jinqiu, saying, "It seems that the food I cook is at the level of what you cooked when you went to the countryside to work in the fields."

These two young people are both treacherous.

"Sister, I was wrong."

Xu Jinqiu was very sincere and smiled sullenly: "Sister, why don't you call Yuanyuan over? It will be more lively if the three of us sisters live together."

"Do you think she will come?" Zeng Ali laughed.

Zhao Yuanyuan is so lazy. The dance troupe is only three kilometers away from her home. In order to sleep a little longer in the morning, she would rather live in the dormitory than go home.

This place is six kilometers away from Maoer Hutong, twice as far as my home.

Now she lives in Chen Fan's house. Her godmother dotes on her more than her biological mother. It would be strange if Zhao Yuanyuan was willing to move away.

The period when Zhao Yuanyuan was most diligent was when she went to the countryside. If she didn't work, she would get no work points, and if she didn't have work points she would go hungry, so she was forced to work hard.

But after returning to Beijing, she immediately returned to her old ways. When she went to grassroots performances, it was Xu Jinqiu who took care of her. After Xu Jinqiu resigned, it was Zeng Ali who took care of her.

Xu Jinqiu thought about it and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Just ignore what I said. What about you, sister? Will you ride a bicycle to get off work or take the bus in the future?"

Zeng Ali put down his chopsticks: "I'm not going to work anymore."

"Eh?" Xu Jinqiu was stunned.

Zeng Ali frowned slightly and sighed: "This morning, I went to the regiment to apply for unpaid leave. I guess I won't be back for a long time."

"How could this happen? You are the pillar of the troupe, how could Boss Zhao agree to this? Is Huang He's family causing trouble again?" Xu Jinqiu put down her chopsticks and said anxiously.

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