The world of film and television begins with university lecturers

At 1:50 p.m., just ten minutes before the start of the 2 p.m. military theory lecture, the comprehensive lecture hall, which can accommodate more than a thousand people, was already packed.

The aisle at the back and both sides of the steps were also packed with students who had come to audit the class after hearing the news.

Some people were holding bread and eating it with sausages, clearly having been waiting at the entrance since early morning to grab a good spot.

Others held up their phones to take pictures of the empty podium, the lens showing a dense crowd of people, with captions like "Teacher Han's class is harder to get into than a top-tier concert."

Of course, most people come here for reasons that have little to do with the military theory class itself.

Most of them were whispering among themselves, hoping that Han Tao would reveal another potential stock in class.

After all, the whole internet was buzzing this morning about Han Tao's accurate stock market predictions. The 9.03% surge in Shanghai Putian shares made many students slap their thighs in despair over their account balances.

"Do you think Mr. Han will make another prediction about a stock later? I've transferred all my living expenses into my securities account."

"Those bastards from the Finance Institute were just betting at the entrance that Professor Han would definitely mention military stocks, since he teaches military theory."

"For short-term trading, you still have to look to Mr. Han. I missed that wave of trades this morning, and I'm so regretful. I could have bought just a few more and gotten myself a new phone..."

At this moment, the students from the School of Finance were looking through the morning's trading screenshots, and the main topics of their conversation were money, short-term trading, and arbitrage.

  

Many students in the vicinity were also listening intently, afraid of missing any "insider information".

Soon it was two o'clock, and a slight commotion came from the doorway.

Han Tao walked steadily onto the podium, carrying a stack of historical materials and lesson plans in his left hand and a tablet computer tucked under his arm.

The murmurs from the audience abruptly stopped, then erupted into a low gasp of astonishment:

"Holy crap! Am I seeing things? Teacher Han is wearing a military uniform?"

"No wonder I saw people from the Armed Forces Department going in and out of the faculty office building at noon. I was wondering about it then, turns out they were delivering clothes to Teacher Han!"

"I have to say, this outfit completely changes his aura. But the epaulets are for reserve officers, right?"

"Whether they are active duty or reserve, just looking at them in this uniform commands special respect."

"Yeah, I always thought he looked like a data analyst in a shirt, but now that he's in his uniform and standing there, his whole demeanor changes. He really has the toughness of a soldier!"

Discussions rose and fell, and even the students who were still focused on the stock market trending topics couldn't help but look up.

Han Tao came with a mission, so he was wearing the summer uniform provided by the Armed Forces Department.

Compared to his usual shirts, he seemed to have been infused with a resolute spirit, and standing on the podium, he inexplicably commanded respect.

With a serious expression, he placed the tablet and historical materials on the lectern, arranging them neatly, and turned the lesson plan to the page with the folded corner.

After doing all this, he slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the hundreds of young faces below the stage, his voice echoing throughout the entire auditorium through the microphone.

"Before class begins, I'd like to say a few words about something unrelated to the lesson." As he spoke, his gaze fell upon the still-lit phone screens in the audience.

This morning, the entire internet was abuzz with discussions about the stock market, stock predictions, and short-term profits.

So the reason half of the people here have crowded here is that they're hoping I can share some financial management tips or discover some potential stocks.

As soon as he finished speaking, about half of the people in the audience laughed awkwardly, and then their phone screens went dark and then lit up again.

Han Tao continued, his voice not loud, but filled with an undeniable certainty.

"I might disappoint you, but this military theory class won't mention a single word about stocks or finance."

"well……"

"No way?"

Complaints surged up like a tide. Some people leaned back in frustration, some pouted at the students next to them, and several male students in the back row even got up, ready to slip away.

Today's class is a long one, ninety minutes long. If they don't hear the stock information they want to hear, they won't have the patience to sit here. They might as well go back and play games.

Seeing this, Han Tao straightened his back even more, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly barked, "Class begins now!"

The two words were powerful and resonant, and when combined with his crisp military uniform, they exuded an air of authority.

All the students instinctively stood up, and even the few who were about to slip away stopped in their tracks, frozen in place.

"Sit down." Han Tao opened his lesson preparation notes and turned on the computer on the table. His tone was calm again, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

At this point, those who wanted to leave were too embarrassed to move, and everyone with a seat sat up straight.

In the huge lecture hall, you could even hear the sound of fingertips gliding across the pages.

"Today, I will continue to talk to you about China's national defense..."

I won't call roll, but since you're all here, don't rush to leave. And no slacking off, and absolutely no whispering.

He glanced around the room, his gaze settling on the faces of the students who looked rather reluctant:

"My intention this morning was to tell everyone that we should study in a planned way, while also taking current affairs into account."

But what was the final result? The priorities were reversed! Online and on campus, all you could see were fluctuating numbers, and everyone was dreaming of getting rich overnight.

As he spoke, he took a step forward, placed his hands on the podium, and his voice suddenly rose:

"I want to ask everyone here, who gives you the peace of mind to sit here and review your financial management and buy high and sell low?"

You dare to invest your parents' savings in the stock market and plan side hustles to increase your income. Who is protecting this peaceful and prosperous world day and night?

Before he finished speaking, he tapped the tablet, and black and white photos instantly appeared on the projection screen.

That was the signing ceremony of the Treaty of Nanjing in the late Qing Dynasty. Li Hongzhang was hunched over, while the foreigners opposite him were arrogant and haughty. The treaty text spread out on the table was particularly glaring.

Next came old photos of foreign warships entering the Yangtze River, their cannons pointed at houses on the riverbank, and the ruins of the country...

"Remember, dignity lies only on the edge of a sword, and truth lies only within the range of a cannon."

Han Tao's voice continued, but suddenly became impassioned: "When the country is in ruins, people can hardly survive, let alone think about investing and managing their finances."

In the old days, the compradors in the foreign firms of Shanghai could calculate interest rates, but they couldn't stop warships from sailing into the Huangpu River.

Those shrewd and wealthy merchants, skilled in investment, couldn't protect the silver in their vaults, and even their wives and daughters were robbed and violated by the Japanese devils!

The room fell silent. The students who had just been grumbling about "coming for nothing without stock news" were now pursing their lips, staring at the old photos on the screen, their restlessness fading.

Seeing the resentment on most people's faces, Han Tao changed the subject and said:

Why do non-military academies and universities offer a course on military theory? And why is national defense placed at the top of the list?

The goal is to cultivate two concepts in everyone: first, a sense of crisis as Chinese people.

Second, the sense of responsibility as Chinese people, especially as Chinese intellectuals!

He paused again here before emphasizing his warning with a serious tone:

"However, I've noticed that many students may not have paid attention to the provisions in the Constitution."

As students of higher education institutions in my country, we must receive basic military training and be assigned to the reserve force during our studies.

In other words, from the moment you step into this military theory class, your identity is no longer just that of ordinary students at Shanghai University, but rather that of members of the People's Liberation Army Reserve.