The CEO’s flower-protecting dragon

"Teacher Ma is right. People who shake hands and talk with important leaders represent the face of the college. Without qualifications and composure, people will only look down on them. My vote is for Teacher Ma!" A teacher raised his hands to vote.

"I also vote for Teacher Ma!" Another person quickly expressed his stance.

They all know that Teacher Ma is very energetic. He was hired from a university in the capital. He knows many important people in the capital, and the school leaders treat him with courtesy. This is a good opportunity to flatter him, and they cannot miss it.

After only two minutes, seven or eight teachers voted for Teacher Ma. It was almost certain that he would become the representative.

"Okay, Teacher Ma will be one of the candidates. I would like to recommend Qin Fan for the second place. Do you have any opinions?" Yang Changlin said.

He is not someone who likes to owe favors. The College of Traditional Chinese Medicine was able to get the opportunity to visit a group of experts and famous doctors thanks to Qin Fan, so he wanted to return this favor by recommending representatives.

"Dean Yang, I object!"

"Yes, he is a young man who is impetuous and easily conflicts with the leadership. He will definitely not be able to shoulder this important task. I think Teacher Qian is very good."

"Well, I also think Teacher Qian is capable. He is calm and capable, and won't have stage fright!"

The reason why no one objected to Qin Fan being the main lecturer was because it was a thankless job. If you speak well, it is a matter of course. If you speak poorly, it will leave a bad impression on the bosses, who will act casually in front of the leaders. Say a few bad words and your future will be ruined.

But shaking hands with leaders is different. It is an honor and the simplest and most direct way to impress leaders. No matter how many people ask for it, they can't get it.

"Dean Yang, I heard that you personally recruited Qin Fan into the school, and now you are selfishly giving him the spot. You are not relatives, are you?" Teacher Ma said calmly, thinking that you are not a big brother. Don't embarrass me, I will lose if you get this spot!

"You..." Yang Changlin was most afraid of others saying that to him, so he couldn't help but say with a livid face: "Teacher Ma, Teacher Qin entered the academy through formal procedures, you must be responsible for what you say!"

"Don't get excited. I just mentioned it casually. If Dean Yang doesn't like it, forget it."

Teacher Ma unscrewed the bottle cap and drank it leisurely.

Murder is heart-breaking. Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, no one said anything, but the suspicion in their eyes could not be erased. If Yang Changlin spoke for Qin Fan at this time, wouldn't it confirm the stigma of "selfishness"?

Qin Fan lowered his head and clasped his nails and remained silent. He seemed indifferent, but in fact he was listening to their conversation attentively.

To be honest, he has no interest in shaking hands with any leader, and he has no interest in official intrigues. In other words, he doesn't care about competing for these petty profits. With his current identity and status, the mayor of Pengcheng City can meet with him whenever he wants, at the national level. It just depends on whether there is that time.

He was not interested, but when he heard the fierce opposition and deliberate slander in the conference room, Qin Fan still felt that his heart was filled with anger.

Damn it, I have no grudges. As for belittling me like this? No wonder Xue Delin said that it is difficult to develop Chinese medicine on a large scale. With the ugly faces of this group of people, it is impossible for Chinese medicine to get up!

Yang Changlin's face was gloomy, but he couldn't say anything. Teacher Ma's move was too cruel.

"Teacher Ma, did I kill your whole family, or did I molest the women in your family?" Qin Fan said with a smile. Young people are like this, go straight, and vent their anger when they are angry, otherwise they will damage their bodies. what to do?

boom!

Teacher Ma slammed the table, blushed and shouted: "Little beast, what are you talking about?"

"Tsk, tsk, today's young people have no rules and regulations. It's really a mistake to be a teacher!" A teacher shook his head and sighed.

"That's it. Young people in the new era are clamoring about changing the rules and being new and different all day long. This generation has been ruined!" someone echoed with emotion.

"Let's decide by voting. The quota will be given to the one with the most votes!" Yang Changlin had a dark face and had to compromise in the face of the crowd's pressure.

A group of teachers looked at each other tacitly. This was a small step back for Yang Changlin, but it was a big step forward for them. I believe that Yang Changlin's right to speak will be negligible in future college meetings.

The results of the voting can be imagined. It can be given to any teacher, but it cannot be given to Qin Fan. The profit cake will not be distributed to people outside the small group. This is the ironclad rule.

"The matter is over, let's adjourn the meeting!"

Yang Changlin put the notebook under his arm, stood up and left. But when he reached the door, he turned around again and shouted with a gloomy face: "Teacher Qin, please come here. I have something to ask you."

Teacher Ma held the cup in his hand and stood up with his head held high. He glanced at Qin Fan and proudly said to several close teachers: "Some people have no ability and are still talking arrogantly. Let's talk about it. Chinese medicine What will happen in the future?"

Qin Fan smiled, too lazy to pay attention to the group of moths, and quickly walked over to catch up with Yang Changlin.

"Xiaofan, I can't help you today." Yang Changlin said with a helpless smile. His original intention was to return the favor, but instead Qin Fan became the target of public criticism and was targeted.

"No, I don't worry about this little thing." Qin Fan waved his hand nonchalantly.

"A group of people who have lived for most of their lives are not as big-hearted as a young person. How sad!" Yang Changlin said.

"Do you have anything to do with me, Dean Yang?" Qin Fan eagerly brought up the topic. He still wanted to go back to the office and hug Zhou Qiqi's soft body for comfort.

"It's about lecturing." Yang Changlin said depressedly: "The group of people inside are busy getting promoted and evaluated, so we can't count on their help. I want to ask you how you are going to lecture?"

Yang Changlin did not doubt Qin Fan's medical skills. After all, he had witnessed it with his own eyes, but how to express his medical skills in an attractive way was also a problem.

"Just lecture normally and don't be anxious for quick success. After all, Chinese medicine is not a fast food culture. It is not advisable to succeed overnight. Accumulation is the right way." Qin Fan pondered for a moment and said.

After hearing this, Yang Changlin nodded thoughtfully. He understood what Qin Fan meant. Famous doctors are not fools. They know the difference between fooling around and being serious. The subject does not have to be profound, but it must be true.

The two chatted while walking, and when they were about to separate at the top of the stairs, Yang Changlin said again: "Teacher Qin, prepare hard and give those guys who look down on others a loud slap in the face. I look forward to your performance!"

"See you tomorrow then."

Qin Fan walked aside, took out his cell phone, and sent a message to Zhou Qiqi saying that the meeting was over. The next step was naturally a battle involving thunder and lightning. He had suffered so many grievances today, how could he not vent them out?

Afterwards, Zhou Qiqi sat weakly on Qin Fan's lap, her red lips slightly parted and she gasped: "What aroused you? You're so excited, you're about to tear me to pieces."