I was reborn without dreams

Chapter 170 As long as the money is there
Tong Jinmei, female, 59 years old, consultant of Xiyuan Audio-Visual Publishing Co., Ltd.

Reporters from various media outlets gathered at "Let's Talk," then searched for "Zhang An Bar," and then entered the bar's space to watch helplessly as the fan titles changed from "An Dog" to "Brother An," and then changed back to "An Dog" in the early hours of the morning.

The programmers on the night shift readily listened to the people's voices.

I've clicked the report button so many times, all so that the fan titles within this forum can align with the forum's worldview, values, and philosophy of life.

How can such a vulgar word as "Uncle" appear?
That's absolutely morally reprehensible!
However, these were all minor incidents. The truly explosive revelations came from Zhang Da'an himself and various "experts," who discovered that not only Tong Jinmei, but also the elderly men and women around her at the time were all extraordinary individuals.

They are almost all consultants for various publishing and cultural companies, and some are even editors who were rehired after retirement.

At the same time, these people were all teachers in various middle schools before retirement, and their professional titles were not low.

Of course, none of them received the State Council's special allowance.

Even so, it's already scary enough.

One of the fans, nicknamed "Dog An Boy Ling Lingqi," posted photos of the scene directly on the forum. If it were just photos taken from the lobby, that would be one thing, but this guy actually released the surveillance footage.

This will shock media reporters for a hundred years.

Zhang Da'an is a remarkable person; everyone knows that.

But Zhang Da'an's online fanbase is also incredibly large, something that people really didn't know before.

Now I know.

"Ling Lingqi, you have committed the heinous crime of illegally selling state secrets. You are hereby sentenced to death by firing squad, to be carried out immediately!"

"Get lost, Brother Qi, ignore them! Keep peeing, I'm going to watch!"

"Breaking urine?"

"Breaking news is like exposing urine."

"homophonic?"

"homophonic."

The various "posts within posts" were quite lively, because the term "exploding urine" was very interesting, so this reply directly turned into a long string of posts within posts.

However, the fake live broadcast of "Dog Safety Boy Ling Lingqi" still scared many people.

At least inside the administration building of Beijing Foreign Studies University, everyone who could breathe felt like they were in a horror movie.

The elderly principal was so angry that she even paused the peer review work for the International Forum and temporarily handed it over to her assistant.

Because of the influence of new forms of social tools and methods on the Internet, public opinion has been extremely unfavorable to Beijing Foreign Studies University, and it has also been unfairly targeted.

No matter how you look at it, this is still an unexpected disaster.

What does this have to do with the school?!
Fortunately, he and Coach Zhang are from the same hometown, so this matter can still be controlled.

However, Zhang Da'an was a beast who could be incredibly malicious. He actually suggested to the relevant departments that they could try to rehearse how the relevant departments should cooperate with each other and control the public opinion situation in the event of a sudden online public opinion crisis.

Let Beijing Foreign Studies University suffer a bit, and I, Chief Instructor Zhang, will take the blame.

The management of Beijing Foreign Studies University responded: "Go to hell, you surnamed Zhang, are you even human?!"

To be honest, Zhang Da'an's move was a bit outrageous, but the relevant departments actually agreed to it.

Let's see what's going on.

Zhang Da'an monitored the entire process of public opinion from its initial brewing to its initial outbreak and then to its full-blown outbreak, using first-hand data to instruct the on-duty programmers to communicate effectively with the leaders of relevant departments, urging them not to be emotional or resentful, as overtime pay would not be reduced.

Besides, getting angry can cause hair loss. You're already bald, do you want to become bald as well?
The programmer, who kept repeating "I'm not angry," obediently reported the origins of public opinion at various time points to the temporary teams from multiple units tracking public opinion.

The power of "Let's Chat" is beginning to emerge, even more ferocious than "instant messaging software".

The reason is simple: the content of "instant messaging software" is relatively closed and the content tracking is extremely fragmented. Before secondary dissemination, it does not have the ability to influence public opinion on a large scale.

But "Let's Chat" is different; "keywords" always bring surprises.

For example, at 1:40 a.m., the nickname "Gou An Shaonian Ling Lingqi" exposed the personal resume of the old woman Tong Jinmei. At 1:45 a.m., "Tong Jinmei Bar" was born, and chat rooms such as "Tong Jinmei outside Beijing", "Tong Jinmei in Beijing", "Tong Jinmei in Xiyuan", and "Xiyuan Audio-Visual Publishing Co., Ltd." were also born.

During this process, the search volume on Baidu surged not only for "Zhang An assaults someone" but also for "What is 'Let's chat'?" and "What is chat?"

Now "Chat" has become a common name, specifically referring to the new "Chat" feature on "Jinbang Blog".

Various chat rooms have sub-chat rooms or backup chat rooms, which directly anticipates potential technical attacks.

The numerous chat rooms that sprang up around "Tong Jinmei Bar" were truly a battle of the gods and a riot of ghosts.

The stories come from various sources: some are from teachers at XX Affiliated High School, some from employees of XX Bookstore, and some from temporary workers at XX Cultural Bureau…

The scene was so surreal that it alarmed the heads of relevant departments, who got up overnight to see what an internet mass movement was all about.

People's war is like a vast ocean, that's no exaggeration.

Some teachers and parents from middle schools in the suburbs of Beijing even managed to post online late at night, finding the "Let's Chat" forum to post.

That's not the weirdest part. The weirdest thing is that this is just a large-scale closed beta test, not a public beta test, so how can you actually get a beta test account?

Anyway, at least a million or two hundred thousand people didn't sleep well that night, and the number of people staying up all night to gossip was even greater.

Thankfully, "Zhang Xiaobai Technology Co., Ltd." had enough servers, otherwise it would have really crashed.

The other personal blogs that competed with "Jinbang Blog" had all their traffic drained within five or six hours.

There's nothing left. Even when a big star reveals that they're going to star in someone else's new movie, apart from a couple of die-hard fans, the rest of them all rush to "Let's chat" to watch and gossip.

What's even more frustrating is that while you can register an account and post comments on the blog, you can't type even a single word in the "Chat" section.

Especially after some idiot created an "AV forum," the entire "Chat Forum" almost exploded, with registrations skyrocketing.

Such enthusiasm was nothing new to the programmers on duty; it was nothing new. There were even Hong Kong actresses who starred in Category III films who had personal blog accounts on "Jinbang Blog," and the guys would scurry over to call them "teacher."

Unfortunately, no one takes care of it, so it's basically a dead account.

Judging from the overall development of this public opinion event, the participants were a typical "mob," with a very wide distribution, diverse sources, and a large amount of invalid and spam information.

but!

From a "disorganized mob" to "orderly," the "Let's chat" input channel directly filtered, screened, and sorted a large amount of information, and formed a "keyword" summary.

The starting point was "Zhang An Bar", but different groups of people have different curiosities about what they want to know later, so they go to different chat bars.

Some people just wanted to see who the old woman who got slapped by An Gou was, so they went to the "Tong Jinmei Bar" and found all sorts of information there.

From when she was born, what she did at what stage of her life, where she went to primary school, where she went to middle school, who she married, where she lived, what she did at her previous workplace, how many years she worked there, and whether she had an affair with her former boss...

It’s just that!

This isn't a chat, it's a full-blown dig.

It felt like jumping directly from the "Screaming Hell" to the "Skinning Hell," its ferocity deserving of the title "Hall of Yama."

It is very aggressive and very intimidating.

Unfortunately, it's illegal.

Of course, the illegal part is mainly revealing home addresses; personal resumes don't really matter.

There are also some fabricated romantic tales; you can't just make things up without evidence, they're pure rumors.

Even with only this amount of information, its density is quite high, and it is valuable.

For those who can't tolerate any wrongdoing, the "Xiyuan Audio-Visual Publishing Co., Ltd." forum presents a different picture. Some people have even posted a complaint letter from fifteen years ago, which mainly involved assigning various tasks and levies—basically the usual kind of thing.

However, this was only in Beijing. In many parts of the country, fifteen years ago, there was no normal English speaking and listening instruction at all. The reason was simple: people couldn't afford tape recorders.

As for the cassette tape, the teacher's voice will only last for a week or two at most.

Therefore, this kind of quota system can be considered a happy trouble in the "capital city". Apart from the fact that the quota system is not fair, everything else is actually quite good.

However, one thing is one thing. Now that it's the "Yellow Turban Rebellion (Dog An Youth Version)," how can we not kill a few people?

A single spark can start a prairie fire; it can ignite quickly and fiercely.

The joint temporary team of multiple departments that tracked the changes in public opinion throughout the entire process didn't sleep all night, and were still communicating with the on-duty programmer of "Zhang Xiaobai Technology Co., Ltd." during the day.

Unfortunately, Coach Zhang's company is in Jiangning, and the server is also in Jiangning. Even if the power is cut off, Jiangkou Province has to be notified, so communication is not very convenient.

Fortunately, the impression left was very deep, and when the department head came over to ask what happened, he first praised "Comrade Zhang An" for being extremely loyal.

He truly deserves the title of "three-time champion," a true auspicious sign for the nation.

This wave of public opinion was unexpected, but its impact was extremely far-reaching. It wiped out fifteen or sixteen elderly people in one fell swoop, and more than thirty schools and education-related "tertiary industry companies" behind them became history.

Closing down some businesses, stopping others, merging others, and changing signs are all basic operations.

There are also some old problems of arbitrary charges and levies, which were addressed first in the suburbs and counties, including Guichuan County.

What's rather fantastical is that these old men and women did "charitable educational assistance" more than 20 years ago. How "charitable" were they? They went to places like Guichuan County to run special talent training primary schools.

Of course, it has nothing to do with "Project Hope".

What special skills do you need to develop to qualify for projects?

When old, trivial matters are unearthed, it's truly eye-opening.

Even more coincidentally, among the young talents from Guichuan County who once called Zhang Da'an "Master Zhang," there was a former unlucky fellow who was so poor that he only had one pair of pants left, yet he still managed to carry an extra twenty pounds of grain to school.

Its awesomeness is simply unbelievable, comparable to scraping oil off a flea's leg.

These talented young men weren't born lowly enough to be "followers" and beg Zhang Da'an for this and that. They were just a bit weary from their journey and were hoping that "Wenquxing" (a deity associated with literature and scholarship) would do something for the Dragon King, at least send some rain.

Unfortunately, life is full of disappointments. Coach Zhang is a man of strong principles; if you don't have money, what are you talking about?

Give me some concessions, or you'll talk about dreams with a "three-time champion" like me if you don't get anything in return?

I'm not even going to university anymore. If it's not for money, what else could it be for?
However, Coach Zhang was unaware that he had frightened many department leaders who kept trying to contact him, but unfortunately, Coach Zhang's phone was switched off. On the way back, he made a promise with "Little Xi Shi" that he would bring Wang Douyan along to play together.

Shi Yelu readily agreed, but Wang Douyan disagreed, and Zhang Da'an kept pestering her to agree along the way.

Unfortunately, Wang Douyan, who had made up her mind to go all out just a minute ago, changed her mind the next minute, thinking that people should still have some sense of shame and disagreed.

Then Coach Zhang continued to work on her.

Even the chief instructor of the 800,000 Imperial Guards probably didn't have to go through as much trouble as him.

As for the fact that "Let's Chat" is full of banned accounts, he doesn't care at all. These days, being banned must be extremely outrageous, and it might even be related to a cult or something.

In reality, things are in complete chaos at Jiangning Company right now. This wave of public opinion has triggered various landmark events, including a surge in accounts registered with overseas IP addresses.

This surge caused the number of visits to "Jinbang Blog" to increase more than a hundredfold, making all sorts of internet players envious. As a result, Baidu organized a team overnight to create a new "Tieba Project" folder.

Fang Daqiao, who was in Luzhou discussing business, also rushed back to Jiangning for a meeting. There was a contingency plan in place, in which a certain function or business would be qualified to operate independently once the visitor volume alarm line was triggered.

The internal principle is: it can be unified, but it cannot be a single, overarching system.

Account linking is fine, but it's absolutely unacceptable to mix all products together like a mushy mess.

"A master of all trades" means being proficient in everything. Independent operation ensures that the product's completion level is kept within a certain range, preventing it from suddenly becoming so bloated that people have no desire to even click on it.

At the same time, Fang Daqiao quickly organized manpower to establish a community centered around "Chat Bar" in the "subculture" field.

The content mainly consists of animation and comics. The children in the "team of a thousand illustrators" are most familiar with this aspect, so the first "subculture" chat rooms they established were "Dragon Ball Bar", "Detective Conan Bar", "Crayon Shin-chan Bar", "One Piece Bar", "Naruto Bar", and so on, chatting about new and old serialized comics.

Normally, a little bit of unbridled growth would be better, but because yesterday's round of public opinion was so fierce, something an old man like him only experienced in his youth, he knew very well that it was best to cooperate when necessary.

Therefore, Lao Fangtou's suggestion regarding the development path is that the official Chatbar platform should play a supervisory role, while allowing users to freely create content.

At the same time, similar to the visitor alert line set up by "Zhang Xiaobai Technology Co., Ltd.", Chatba distinguishes content and sets up a popularity ranking. If the content exceeds a certain popularity value, a Chatba administrator will be permanently assigned.

However, Coach Zhang had a different opinion on setting up chat room administrators. His proposed solution was to establish an official fan club, with the most enthusiastic members of the fan club competing for the chat room management positions.

In this way, the official Chatbar platform can appropriately reward its official fan clubs, for example, by setting up virtual currency that can be used to exchange for official merchandise; or by organizing events initiated by Chatbar members with a certain number of followers and the forum administrators, and then having the official fan clubs apply to the Chatbar platform.

Once the activity application is approved, activity rewards will be set, which may include cash prizes or physical rewards, but physical rewards will be the primary reward, with cash rewards as a secondary reward.

The whole thing sounds complicated, but if you look at it from Zhang Da'an's perspective, it's actually quite simple.

To put it simply, it's the same line of "school association," "student council," and "principal's office," except that Zhang Da'an himself doesn't participate in it.

This public opinion storm was originally supposed to be called the "Zhang An assault incident," but due to the unfathomable power of the masses, it eventually turned into the "Tong Jinmei incident."

Strictly speaking, Tong Jinmei, a retired woman in her fifties, was the victim. She was slapped hard by a burly man who was 1.88 meters tall, and also drank half a bottle of iced cola, suffering physical and mental trauma on the spot. Who would have thought that when she woke up, she would become a pariah, hated by everyone.

That scene reminded many people of decades ago when Zhang Da'an was instantly labeled a "remnant" by a group of old men and women.

These words only circulate within a small circle and cannot be openly discussed.

The main problem is that the person who said this is out of their mind. If Zhang Da'an wasn't a "household registration war god," then it wouldn't matter. But Zhang Da'an is the only one on his household registration, and there are seventeen or eighteen other "Lingxi boys" who are also "household registration war gods" who are just trying to make a living with him.

If that gets out, the nature of the matter will be quite egregious.

Head Coach Zhang is least afraid of comparing family backgrounds; his is incredibly prestigious.

However, on the other hand, "the God of War of the Household Registration" has no one else to rely on except to kowtow to outside Chengtian Gate. All that's left is for a gentleman to strive for self-improvement.

"Am I strong? Am I fierce?"

"Wow, that's amazing! Boss, you might as well just kill me already, waaaaaaah..."

Although his phone was off, the air conditioner at home was still running. As soon as he got home, he gave Wang Douyan a good scolding, because she hadn't agreed to elope with him.

This trip to Beijing was comparable to a "thousand-mile journey," but because they got what they wanted, they returned to Shazhou. The head of the nanny group praised Wang Douyan, saying that she was "a paragon of beauty," going and returning, which was quite impressive.

While Wang Douyan was still sobbing and recovering her strength, Shi Yelu, the team leader in charge, personally visited the front-line work site of her team members. She affirmed Wang Douyan's spirit of not being afraid of hardship or fatigue, but when she saw that the boss was still not giving up, she raised her hand and slapped Wang Douyan's buttocks.

Snapped!
You're so useless!

"Go away!!!"

"Hmph, you're still ashamed?"

"Pah! You shameless bastard, get lost!"

"I'm going to take off my clothes..."

"Please, Lulu, have some decency, please..."

"Hmph, boring."

Team leader Shi Yelu pursed her lips, focusing only on tidying up the clothes on the ground, while humming "Para Para Sakura no Hana," a song that was quite popular last year.

While she was busy in the laundry room, she always felt that Wang Douyan, this "Sai Zhaojun," was nowhere near as good as her.

However, the thought that Wang Douyan might get pregnant first made her nervous again. She quickly and quietly lit incense at the ancestral tablet in the main room, praying that the patriarch and master of the family would bless her to conceive first. If she could have a son or daughter, she would have no worries for the rest of her life.

She had no idea how rich the boss was. She heard that it was worth more than 2 billion. After all, the boss had said in a TV interview that the "Top Scholar Star" alone could sell for at least 2 billion.

And what about that "Top Scholar's List" drink?

There's also "Little Scholar QQ Candy".

If you give birth to a son, won't everything belong to your son in the future?
I hope Wang Douyan doesn't get pregnant, and even if she does, it will be a daughter.

Hold her in your arms and chat with her. She likes to snuggle up in your arms and act coquettishly, and then you can chat about anything and everything.

"Hey boss, my aunt says she's going to give birth in the next few days. Should we still go back to Shazhou?"

"Is she about to give birth? My uncle didn't tell me."

"Uncle is busy repairing the road. A few days ago, Grandpa said he went to Pengcheng to take a look. There's a big construction site south of that county. They said they're going to build a six-lane road or something, which is about fifty or sixty meters wide. Grandpa will take a few women from the village to take care of Auntie in a couple of days. Oh, Auntie's family has also come. They're a kind family."

"You're just a little girl, and you can already tell people apart?"

“They didn’t try to get my aunt to help them with anything. I’ve never heard my aunt’s brother make any requests while I’m here. My uncle offered to help my aunt’s brother get a different job, but he refused. They’re really something.”

"Yes, you're right about that."

Zhang Da'an smiled and gently patted Shi Yelu's back. This light touch made her feel very safe.

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have chosen such a wife for my uncle. My aunt's family is indeed kind and honest."

Then Zhang Da'an asked the nanny, "Don't you find it strange that I'm too harsh on my own family, not even offering them any decent support?"

"Hehe, the boss is super smart, I couldn't have guessed it."

Snapped!
He raised his hand and slapped the nanny's round bottom.

"They've even learned to flatter people in this low-quality way."

"Hey, don't be so rough, boss! It's about to come out. Wait, let me get a cushion for you." After a flurry of rustling activity, Shi Yelu twisted herself into Zhang Da'an's arms again in a bizarre pose, "Oh, all done."

"..."

Wang Douyan, who was lying face down to the left, was fast asleep. Because she was sleeping face down, her breathing was not very smooth, and her snoring was actually quite loud.

Through Zhang Da'an's chest, Shi Yelu peeked out, looking at Wang Douyan's overflowing "jackfruit" with envy, drooling. She reached out and poked the overflowing tender flesh, then exclaimed, "Dou Dou is really gifted. This is too awesome! Not to mention you, boss, I like it too."

"..."

Zhang Da'an, looking bewildered, felt that the nanny was becoming increasingly abnormal and seemed rather odd.

But whatever, as long as she's good-looking and has a great figure, I don't have many other requirements.

"By the way, have you picked up the driver's licenses I processed for you?"

"But I can't drive, boss."

"The venue is so big, practice on your own. Didn't I teach you how to drive? Just practice more. But one thing, you have to obey traffic rules."

"Can I ask Sister Gu to teach me? I'm afraid I'll become a 'road menace'."

"Hmm, not bad. You know how to avoid causing me trouble. You're really likable."

As Zhang Da'an spoke, he turned to the side and rummaged through the bedside table, randomly picked out a box, and placed it in front of Shi Yelu.

"what?"

"open to take a look."

"Let me see."

This is a silk brocade box, and the gold thread on the brocade is real gold thread. Shi Yelu felt its weight in her hand, which told her that this box was valuable.

She wasn't particularly stupid; having stayed with Zhang Da'an for a while, she already knew why gold was so valuable.

It was really expensive and heavy.

Hey.

Opened the box.

"Wow!!!"

Golden legend!

This is a rather elaborate "filigree gold dragon necklace," with five-colored gemstones used as clasps. When the clasp is loose, it becomes a gold necklace; when it is locked, it becomes a gold necklace.

Each gemstone is not a pure color; they all have a little bit of natural cloud-like patterns. Generally speaking, gemstones with mixed colors are of lower grade. However, if the pattern is special and has the auspicious meaning of "clouds following dragons," then as long as there is no asbestos inside, the value can be increased if the craftsmanship is good.

The person who made this "filigree gold dragon necklace" is not only a family heirloom craftsman, but also a cultural heritage expert in the field of museums.

Among the five-colored gemstones, the top-grade lapis lazuli from Afghanistan is so rare that there are probably no more than ten people on the market who can make it look radiant and shimmering like rolling clouds. Half of them are even receiving special allowances from the State Council.

Lapis lazuli itself is not expensive, costing only a few dozen yuan per gram, but if it is natural, intact, and has textures that conform to the aesthetics of traditional culture, then it is valuable.

The lapis lazuli on the "filigree gold dragon necklace" that Zhang Da'an took down costs more than a thousand yuan per gram, which is the price of the raw stone.

Of course, to be honest, it's not that expensive, but for a pendant weighing over 100 grams, the cost would be at least 200,000 to 300,000 yuan.

To secure this item, Coach Zhang's previous influence was no longer effective, but his "Zhang-style outrageous theories" still held weight after being weighed in the closed-door meeting, so they became useful.

In addition, Chief Instructor Zhang is a kind person who donated a complete set of Zeiss metallurgical microscopes to the museum. If the new young cultural relics workers can get a metallurgical microscope worth 500,000 to 600,000 yuan to do research, then their graduate theses can be easily shoddy.

So, for this reason, the old master, whose family has been using the craft for over 600 years, collected five kinds of gemstones and made this "filigree gold dragon necklace".

When loosened, it can be placed in a long strip inside a long box; when all the clasps are closed, it becomes a large ring.

Even the Yongle Emperor couldn't bear to let it go.

Besides lapis lazuli, the red bloodstone is equally eye-catching.
Even if she doesn't know much about things, she's seen the invoices for the gold, silver, and stones in her house; they're not ordinary items.

This is no more valuable than what's in your home safe.

The items in the safe were all gifts from the boss; only the bedside table was truly high-end.

"boss……"

With tears welling up in her eyes, Shi Yelu quickly threw herself onto Zhang Da'an and kissed him passionately, "Boss, I will always love you! I won't regret it even if I get fucked to death!"

"Remember to buy yourself a safe. That's all you need for a lifetime. If something bad happens to me someday, you can pawn a rock off the wall and that'll be enough to support you."

"Boss, let me do something for you. I'll do whatever you want. How about I use my mouth?"

"Get out of my way, how am I supposed to kiss you again?"

"Then, what should I do? I feel like I'm not good enough for this..."

While crying, I touched it. It was pure gold, so big and so heavy. The blue stone was beautiful, the red stone was beautiful, and the snow-white stone, which looked like goat's milk, was also beautiful.

Yellow stones are pretty too!
Feeling unwilling to give up, he grabbed a bunch of pomelos and shoved them onto Zhang Da'an's chest. "Boss, how about I give you a push?"

"Here you go, try it on and see how it feels. I specifically told you to make it into a collar. That old professor initially said it should be a necklace, but what does he know? I'm giving it to my maid, so of course it has to be a collar. Lulu, am I right?"

"Mmm, the boss is right. I'm the boss's most obedient dog, so wearing a collar is only natural. Woof!"

"You're so obedient, it's not like I've spoiled you for nothing."

Lulu's confidence returned. Although she wasn't worthy of the "filigree gold dragon collar," the boss's little dog was a perfect match.

Once worn, the necklace and choker each have their own unique charm.

The necklace exudes luxury, and since she's not dressed now, it would undoubtedly accentuate her elegance if she were wearing formal attire. The choker, on the other hand, is perfect for this moment, and paired with Lulu's resigned gaze, it's truly captivating.

Different gemstones in the center evoke different feelings.

Zhang Da'an thought that if he were a tyrannical ruler, he would take Lulu with him to be buried with him before he died.

Unable to control her emotions, Lulu eventually fell asleep on Zhang Da'an's chest. Zhang, the head coach, didn't seem to care and casually turned on the TV to watch the news.

At this moment, Wang Douyan, who was still half asleep, woke up and moved closer to him. She touched an extra arm and an extra hand and was immediately startled. She opened her eyes in a daze and saw the team leader lying motionless on his boss.

It's like he's dead.

Upon closer inspection, she saw the "five-colored gemstone filigree gold dragon necklace" around the team leader's neck, and she immediately felt so envious that she wished the team leader was really dead.

Once she dies, she'll be hers.

She had traveled to many places in the capital with her boss, so she naturally knew where this "Five-Colored Gemstone Filigree Gold Dragon Necklace" came from.

It's just a matter of convenience.

It's not a big deal for the boss, but for her... how wonderful it would be to have millions of dollars worth of jewelry on her body.

Moreover, the boss said that it will only become more valuable in the future.

This isn't some random, half-baked design from a roadside jewelry company. The craftsmanship alone is backed by a 600-year-old tradition, and could be traced back another 1,000 years. That's how impressive it is.

In ancient times, only kings and queens could afford to have such a person.

Add to that the five-colored gemstones. A single one is nothing special, but if you get one of each of the same size and make a complete set, that would be really impressive.

It's said to be worth several million, but it's really just the cost price. If it weren't for a stroke of luck and the boss's reputation soaring, it would be quite difficult to snatch it up.

However, as I said before, it was just something I did on a whim.

"Boss... this 'Five-Colored Gemstone Filigree Gold Dragon Necklace' is really beautiful."

“DouDou, you don’t have it, not because you joined the family late, but because you’re not as outgoing as Lulu. Look how well-behaved and obedient Lulu is.”

"Boss, I'll work harder in the future..."

"You don't need to try, you just need to exert yourself."

As he spoke, he pulled Wang Douyan, who had sat up slightly, into his arms. It felt really nice to have her on both sides.

Wang Douyan stared with envy, her eyes wide. She reached out and touched the "Five-Colored Gemstone Filigree Gold Dragon Necklace," thinking that if she had one too, she would never have to worry about anything in her life.

She didn't have the same beautiful dreams as the group leader, Shi Yelu, who wanted to have a son or daughter and then become "Aunt Zhao".

Becoming "Mrs. Wang" is definitely out of the question; the boss has absolutely no interest or need in that regard.

It's already quite good that she can hold onto her position as "Aunt Zhao".

"So lovely."

"It looks good, right? Keep it up!"

"The more the merrier, it's all for the sake of happiness."

"..."

Wang Douyan still couldn't accept it. She felt that if that were the case, would she still be considered human?

It's just an object.

But looking at the "five-colored gemstone filigree gold dragon necklace," she was momentarily dazed, feeling that she was already lucky to be alive, and that she could even live a fulfilling life, which was actually not bad...

A person isn't considered human when the door is closed, but once the door is open and they're outside, they can still look like a human being.

The internal struggle between them was intense, but Zhang Da'an didn't care about their thoughts at all. He watched TV by himself, occasionally raising his hand to gently pat the delicate body beside him.

The momentary peace of "wise man's time" is also a kind of enjoyment.

My mind went blank, and I felt a sense of languor and lethargy.

On television, the leak of "Zhang's outrageous remarks" sparked a lot of discussion, which also caused controversy in the academic community, with some supporting it and others opposing it.

However, most of these pronouncements are empty promises, merely for show, and not because they genuinely care about the development of vocational and general higher education.

"...Traditionally, universities primarily focused on cultivating talent, but modern universities are increasingly taking on the responsibility of promoting technological progress and economic development. They play a particularly crucial role in developing high-tech industries..."

On television, old-school scholars who have long followed international developments all have a very strong sense of crisis.

Of course they know they shouldn't slack off on vocational education, but they all came from the "Two Bombs, One Satellite" project; without the "National High-Tech R&D Program," they would have nothing.

Why haven't there been any large-scale hot wars in the surrounding areas for decades?

This was an unprecedented period of peace in Chinese history, not only in terms of external peace but also internal peace.

The reason is that they first fought a war to establish the nation, then launched satellites into space and "Miss Qiu" landed on land. As a result, the once "powerful and well-equipped" foreign powers can now actually talk about reason. Just like those who claim to be full of martial virtue in the corners of the world, their specialties are now all singing and dancing.

Having a sword in hand is very useful.

"...Looking at the history of high-tech development in developed countries, many major scientific and technological breakthroughs that drive national economic development have relied on universities. World-renowned high-tech new cities all rely on one or more research universities..."

On television, the old scholar's arguments are quite correct, but they are only correct in theory and cannot withstand in-depth scrutiny.

However, this has nothing to do with Zhang Da'an. He is not on the side of the debate because he has already stated in the internal symposium that he is not against increasing investment in general higher education, but rather suggests a two-pronged approach.

Even if all funding is cut off, at least some policy benefits should be provided; that's not an unreasonable request.

However, for interest groups, the winner-takes-all mentality is a common problem, especially since many factions themselves have adopted the American model, making this problem even more severe.

In situations where philosophy cannot be exported or interpreted internally, the right to interpret many non-industrial development policies related to directional planning is easily leaked out.

During his "wise man's time," Zhang Da'an's mind was unusually clear. He immediately realized that the old man on TV was delirious and took the opportunity to suggest that everyone follow suit.

Developed countries appear to be high-tech cities relying on research universities for development, but in reality, these are private universities formed by the decentralization of demands from conglomerates, requiring the functions of a city to ensure the normal operation of the schools.

It's that simple.

Unless top domestic universities fundamentally change their core operations and are no longer subject to supervision and management by relevant ministries, then it is indeed permissible to create such hybrid and incongruous entities.

So if this were done, a super research university would certainly be born, but as for how high the resource utilization rate would be, that's not necessarily true.

China is the only giant country. Even the Soviet Union and the United States are only large in area, but their management is not huge at all. Instead, they are a bunch of "states". Because of its proximity, the Soviet Union can be understood to some extent as a modern "Mongol tribal alliance". However, because of the translation of the US states, people think that they are similar to the prefectures and counties in China. But if the state is changed to a state, then some things will become clear.

While it's possible to learn from the advantages and strengths of smaller systems to maintain consistency or uniformity in large countries, simply copying them verbatim is not advisable...

I'm sorry, but it's like Zhang Da'an's physique wearing Shi Yelu's clothes—it's bound to collapse sooner or later.

However, Zhang Da'an did not intend to comment on the development of general higher education. Firstly, it was none of his business; secondly, to be fair, universities had indeed been suffering from insufficient funding for too long, and it would be a good thing if they could get some relief in one or two decades.

Even if resource utilization is a little low, the sheer size of the operation means there will still be a continuous stream of output.

Of course, the reason he didn't jump out and bark at the issue was to see how many empty promises vocational education could actually make.

If someone objects to giving a worthless check, then sorry, he'll be barking like a dog.

As I always say, Coach Zhang's basic principle is: as long as the money is there, he'll do anything!
(End of this chapter)