Training the Heavens

Chapter 49: Change the venue quickly
Based on Wang Weihua's experience of attending lectures, if it is a popular lecture, people will often come to reserve seats an hour before it starts, and by the time the lecturers arrive, the venue is already packed.

If a lecture is unpopular, the teacher has to find a way before it starts. He or she should quickly contact a few class leaders and ask them to immediately bring their classmates to fill the space so that the guests will not see a large blank space.

Of course he didn't dare to stop the class leaders from bringing students over, but Zhang Changqing was right here, and he could see clearly even if no one came. He could then talk about putting some eye drops in Gao Jialin's eyes, and he would just stand aside.

Wang Weihua looked at the entrance, suddenly stood up straight, and quickly took two steps to greet him, "Jianjun, why are you here?"

"Come to the lecture! You organized this activity? Not bad, not bad. Why didn't I think of this at the time?" Hu Jianjun held a notebook in his hand, looking like he was going to listen carefully.

He was the previous president of the Chinese Department's Student Union and retired at the start of his senior year this year. He also made a lot of efforts to ensure that Wang Weihua could take over smoothly.

Wang Weihua's face, originally full of enthusiasm, suddenly drooped upon hearing this. He asked in confusion, "Jianjun, you have good grades and have been the president of the student union. You will definitely be assigned a good job in the future. Why are you still listening to this?"

"I'm already a senior in college, and I must prepare for future work. I didn't know this before, but I realized during this internship that the workplace is completely different from school! If I don't learn more quickly, I may not be able to get along in the workplace in the future even if I have the status of a college student!" Hu Jianjun was full of emotion. It seemed that the summer internship had a huge impact on him.

Wang Weihua wanted to ask more questions when he saw Hu Jianjun walking in quickly. He greeted Zhang Changqing and chatted with him for a few words. He then used his notebook to reserve a seat for himself in the middle of the front row before coming back to continue talking to Wang Weihua.

"I originally thought that since I could be a cadre in school, I would definitely be able to get along well in the workplace! Who knew that this was not the case at all." Hu Jianjun was full of emotion when he spoke.

"Look, I did well in school, and I could get my articles published in newspapers. Whenever a classmate asked me about a writer's style, I could answer them immediately. Leaders, teachers, and classmates all liked me, so I was able to become a student leader!"

He sighed deeply. "All this stuff is useless at work! What's the point of knowing Tolstoy? Do you know who the people in your office are like? What's the point of being able to write poetry? Did you write the speech your boss asked you to write?"

"Weihua, you must not make the same mistake I did. I only thought about chatting with my classmates about Shelley and Byron and wasted my precious time on these useless things. While there is still time, hurry up and learn something truly useful!"

"What is something truly useful?" Wang Weihua was confused and still didn't understand what Hu Jianjun meant.

"That's it!" Hu Jianjun pointed at the banner above the podium with a look of frustration. "As Chinese department graduates, upon arriving at work, leaders will ask if you can write speeches or summary reports. As long as you can write these documents well, you'll be highly sought after! This is much more useful than being able to write poetry, so I came here early, fearing I wouldn't be able to grab a spot!"

Today's college students are all gifted children. When they were studying at school, their lives were happier than those of the gods. They received subsidies from the government, were cared for by their teachers, and received envious glances wherever they went. After a long time, Hu Jianjun felt like he was floating in the sky and was reluctant to come down.

As a result, when I started my internship, I found that things were far from as simple as I thought. Yes, the country has paved the way for them and introduced policies to make cadres younger and more educated, but they also have to work hard on their own.

If your mind is full of unrealistic ideas and you can't truly contribute to the company, even if your boss wants to promote you, your colleagues will not accept it and will definitely ruin your chances. After returning from his internship, he quickly contacted several seniors who had already started working. They had the same experience: if you don't have any real skills, just the title of a college student, it will be difficult to get along in the company.

Fortunately, he still has one year to make up for this shortcoming, and this school's official document writing training is the best opportunity.

"Jianjun, how come you suddenly become so vulgar?" Wang Weihua looked at Hu Jianjun, his eyes full of regret. Is this still the Hu Jianjun who recited "Believe in the Future" to everyone?

Hu Jianjun opened his mouth, speechless for a long time. "I'm trying to persuade you not to make the same mistake I made, and yet you still think I'm vulgar?" "Well, I'm just being sentimental, okay?"

He said nothing, turned around and went back to the classroom to continue chatting with Zhang Changqing.

Since Hu Jianjun, more and more students have come to attend lectures. It can be clearly seen that most of the students have mature faces and are probably either juniors or seniors.

Freshmen and sophomores are still far away from working. They are immersed in the wonderful life in the ivory tower and are unaware of this.

By the time they reached their junior and senior years, the urgency of work became increasingly stronger, forcing them to think too much. Especially after their internships, they finally woke up from their sweet dreams and began to realize the cruelty of reality.

At such times, they will be like Hu Jianjun, wanting to seize every opportunity to add a few chips to their future work, and document writing, a panacea skill that can be used in any unit, naturally wins their favor.

Writing official documents isn't as romantic as writing poetry, but can writing poetry actually help you get a promotion? If not, what's the point? Writing official documents can certainly earn your boss's favor. If your boss likes your work, why worry about your future?
Gradually, more and more people came. All the seats in the large classroom with 200 people were full, and even the aisles were crowded with people. At the same time, more people walked towards this side.

Zhang Changqing was happy at first, but soon became nervous. He hoped nothing would happen with so many people around!

Gao Jialin offered a new suggestion at the right time, "Teacher Zhang, can you ask the school to change to a larger venue?"

"Yes, yes, yes. The school's small auditorium can seat four to five hundred people, and it must be empty now. I will quickly go to the leader to apply. You go and meet Teacher Cui from the Youth League Committee and explain everything to him!" Zhang Changqing immediately went to find the leader.

Originally, he was supposed to wait at the school gate with the students, but now he couldn't care less. Only he could go to borrow the auditorium.

Gao Jialin hurried to the bus stop outside the school and waited. A moment later, Cui Yingbo, the Youth League Committee's writer, got out of the bus. Gao Jialin hurried to greet him, "Teacher Cui, as soon as we heard you were coming to teach us, all the students came over. Now the classroom we originally prepared is full, and Teacher Zhang is arranging a larger one!"

(End of this chapter)