The world of film and television begins with university lecturers

A few minutes later, Han Tao, having completed the registration, drove into the faculty and staff parking area.

As soon as he parked his car, he attracted the attention of many faculty, staff, and teaching assistants passing by.

At this time, many teaching assistants and administrative staff were entering and leaving the office building together, and they immediately noticed this low-key Q7.

"Whose car is this? Audi has an SUV model? I always thought they only had sedans, since this brand is mostly used by government agencies and public institutions."

"All the models that start with Q are this type of car. Don't be fooled by how they may not look particularly eye-catching at first glance; they're not cheap."

"I just saw the security guard registering the car at the entrance. The license plate was just entered into the system. It belongs to our college's teacher, Han Tao."

"The Teacher Han you're talking about, is she the one who almost got transferred to logistics a while ago, and who became famous yesterday because of a few videos?"

"That's impossible. Professor Han is usually so low-key, dresses very plainly, and lives in a single faculty apartment just like us. How come she's suddenly driving such a luxury car?"

A few whispers reached their ears, and many people deliberately slowed down, secretly glancing at Han Tao as he stepped out of the driver's seat.

In the past, Han Tao always wore simple and affordable casual clothes, and was gentle and reserved. He never took the initiative to show off.

He was inconspicuous among the group of young teachers, and everyone assumed that he was an ordinary lecturer with no family background and who was struggling alone.

No one could have imagined that in just one or two days, the other party would upgrade their equipment so dramatically. They remained low-key, but their vehicle had already put them far ahead of everyone else.

Several familiar teaching assistants exchanged glances, their hearts filled with doubt and shock. They secretly wondered if Han Tao was from a wealthy family and had suddenly accepted his family's assets or received some large project bonus.

Han Tao seemed oblivious to this, his expression indifferent, and walked straight towards the single apartment building, intending to go upstairs to pack his luggage and then load it into the car in batches.

However, just as he reached the entrance of his apartment building, a familiar figure greeted him. It was Zhang Anren, who also lived in the same studio apartment building.

He didn't have any classes that required extra help today and was about to call Jiang Nansun to invite him to lunch at the cafeteria.

To my surprise, I spotted the luxury car from afar, and after hearing people talking about how the owner was Han Tao, I was instantly filled with curiosity.

Zhang Anren is an extremely perceptive person who is eager to climb the social ladder and is particularly sensitive to changes in the circumstances of his colleagues.

He strode forward, a perfectly measured friendly smile on his face, and took the initiative to greet him:

"Teacher Han, I didn't see you return to the dormitory last night. Did you not come back to stay?"

I just overheard people talking about whether that brand new Audi outside was the one you just bought.

"Teacher Zhang," Han Tao stopped to greet him, then responded casually:

"I've never had a means of transportation, so it's inconvenient to get around. That's why I bought one."

  

Hearing his response, Zhang Anren smiled and agreed, "That's true. Riding an electric bike is fine for short distances, but for long distances it's definitely not as convenient as having a car."

Then he changed the subject, "It's just not worth buying something this expensive all at once. It's better to buy your own house; at least that would be enough for a down payment!"

These few words, seemingly casual conversation, actually carried a probing tone in every sentence. They felt that Han Tao's dramatic change in behavior must stem from some unknown advantage.

At this moment, he was also making a clear calculation in his mind: if the other party really had strong capital or connections, cultivating a good relationship would definitely be of great benefit to his future promotion in the academy.

"Teacher Zhang's suggestion makes a lot of sense. I've already sold all the houses!" Han Tao naturally sensed the probing in Zhang Anren's words and responded with a smile:

"We were just renovating, but we've finished the odor removal and cleaning in the last few days, and we're planning to move in today."

Zhang Anren's eyes widened slightly, and he quickly asked, "You've already bought the house? Teacher Han, you're really low-key; you haven't let a word out."

To be honest, I was quite surprised. There were rumors before that you were going to be transferred to logistics, and everyone thought your situation was rather difficult. I didn't expect you to buy a house and a car so quickly.

Han Tao's tone was calm, neither boastful nor deliberately evasive: "I've made some investments with my spare money over the past few years, with a slight return, just enough to improve my life a bit. I heard that Teacher Zhang also bought a house; how's the renovation going?"

"Investment? I see! Professor Han, you've been hiding your true abilities all along."

Zhang Anren looked enlightened, then nodded proudly, "My things are almost done too, I should be able to move over in a month or two."

He paused here, his expression growing even more enthusiastic, and stepped forward to offer a helping hand.

"By the way, it's too tiring for one person to move things. I happen to be free. Do you want me to help you pack upstairs?"

We've lived in the same apartment building for several years, and we're practically colleagues, so helping each other out is only natural.

"No need to trouble you, Teacher Zhang. There's not much stuff, I can sort it out myself quickly," Han Tao said with a smile, politely declining the offer.

Zhang Anren showed no embarrassment and continued to try to build rapport: "To be honest, when the department was discussing job transfers, I felt sorry for Professor Han. With your teaching skills, staying on the podium is the most suitable thing for you."

Now it seems those rumors have no effect on you at all. With such capabilities, your subsequent professional title evaluation and project applications will definitely go smoothly.

As he spoke, he subtly observed Han Tao, who was still dressed in simple casual clothes.

But his composure and confidence were completely different from before; he was no longer the novice lecturer who could be easily manipulated.

"Teacher Zhang, you flatter me," Han Tao replied modestly, shaking his head. "I just try my best to do my teaching job well, and let the rest take its course."

"That's true..." Zhang Anren chatted for a few more minutes before taking his leave.

He became increasingly certain that Han Tao was no longer the ordinary young teacher who was similar to himself and had no connections.

I must maintain this colleague relationship in the future, as it may become an important connection for my future career.

Han Tao turned around and went upstairs to pack his luggage. Many of his colleagues downstairs looked at the quietly parked luxury SUV and, recalling Han Tao in the past, all had the same thought: This Teacher Han is really too unassuming.

Twenty minutes later, Han Tao dragged several neatly packed suitcases and cardboard boxes downstairs and loaded the luggage into the trunk in batches.

Throughout the entire process, he remained calm and composed, ignoring the various gazes directed at him from the surroundings.

After all the luggage was loaded into the car, he didn't linger at the school. He exchanged a few pleasantries with a few colleagues who greeted him, and then drove out of the Shanghai University campus.

As he drove along the road, Han Tao couldn't help but recall that saying from his past life: "As long as you succeed and have money, you'll be surrounded by good people."

He was well aware that today was just the beginning.

As he continues to demonstrate his abilities, he will inevitably attract more and more people like Zhang Anren. Some will befriend him sincerely, while others will be opportunists.

...............

Meanwhile, in a red Ford Mustang driving on Fuxing Road, Jiang Lai dialed Han Tao's number again and again.

From morning until now, more than a dozen calls have been made, but all of them have been ignored, with only a cold "cannot be connected" message coming through the receiver.

Jiang Lai was not discouraged at all; on the contrary, she found the whole thing strangely interesting. Since she couldn't get through on the phone and didn't have Han Tao's specific address, she simply resorted to the most basic method: searching for him one by one along the entire street lined with old-fashioned Western-style houses.

The men she had met before, if she showed even the slightest bit of affection, would be eager to reply to her messages 24/7 and be on call at any time.

But she had never met a man like Han Tao before, who not only had the most in-depth conversation with her but also saved her life, yet then decisively cut off all contact with her in the end.

Therefore, Jiang Lai specially changed into a light casual outfit and wore a pair of easy-to-move sneakers today, ready to help him move.