Arty Records

Back at the dormitory, it was already late at night.Fang Sishen couldn't help but searched Zhenzhentang on the Internet, and found some business trends and auction advertisements, most of which were old news half a year ago, and there was nothing complicated and inside information involved.

I also searched the Hejin Mine Disaster and the Jinyinhai Mining Group. Sure enough, the accident has already been settled, and the reports about the Hong family’s tax evasion and Hejin Wujin industry’s bribery and acceptance of bribes are much more subtle than the one a month ago, but the content tends to be There was no qualitative change.

The overwhelmed changes in recent months have forced Fang Sishen, a nerd, to make rapid progress, and he can actually feel the game and stalemate between the lines.He became more and more sure that he was doing the right thing.At this time, Hong Xinyao must need money very, very much.

Lying on the bed, looking out the window at the crescent moon, thinking: I don't know how much money can save his father.Then he thought of Zhenxintang, his father, and felt that for President Fang, it would be better to have less money.

On Friday, Fang Sishen was busy with his project in the office.Without supervision for so long, the students will inevitably slack off.Even so, there is a backlog of content waiting for him to review.After a rough tidying up in the afternoon, I found that several key members had made little progress in the past week. It happened that a third-year boy was there, so I asked why.

This boy named Han Bin has joined the research group since its establishment, and has always been active and motivated. He has persisted until now, and he is already considered a veteran.

He hesitated a few times without giving a specific reason.Fang Sishen thought that he hadn't cared about anything for more than a month, and young people would always jump off occasionally, so he was embarrassed to say more, just a few reminders.

After a while, Han Bin packed his schoolbag and left: "Teacher Fang, I'm leaving first."

Fang Sishen stared at the screen intently, without turning his head at all: "Okay. I will send you my revisions after reading these, pay attention to check your email."

Han Bin looked at his ignorant back, then looked at the large bookshelf that had been emptied on the other side of the office, stood there for a moment, opened the door and left.

It was not until his father called that Fang Sishen got up and went home.

At the dinner table, the atmosphere was just right, and he casually said, "Dad, I'm too busy these days, I forgot to tell you something."

"what's up?"

"It's just... the day the teacher left, you didn't come back from the meeting, and the investigator from the Supervision Office of the Academic Administration came to me."

Fang Duzhi's chopsticks were stretched halfway, and he continued to pick up vegetables for dinner: "Well, I really asked you here. What did you say?"

"I asked about the bamboo slips of the Jinbo project back then, and I suggested that they submit it to the Supreme Academic Committee for a re-investigation."

Fang Duzhi stopped and laughed, "Good suggestion! What else?"

"Also, you mentioned that you own [-]% of the shares in Zhenxintang. Ask me if I know it, and I say I don't know."

Fang Duzhi nodded: "You really don't know about this. It's a personal relationship, an investment in art, and has nothing to do with public office. They checked for a while, but they couldn't find anything, so they just procrastinated and refused to settle it. You should know about this kind of thing. The longer it takes, the more it means there is no problem, but some people are still not reconciled after being disappointed. It doesn't matter."

Fang Sishen squeezed his chopsticks tightly and looked at his father: "Really...it doesn't matter?"

Seeing that his son was so worried about himself, Dean Fang explained with a smile: "It really doesn't matter. First, what I took was not a dry stock. Although I didn't pay for it, it was an intellectual investment. Not only me, but the other two senior consultants also belonged to the stock market." The same nature. Earning money with my own knowledge and wisdom, and earning income from labor, is aboveboard. Second, I am just a consultant and do not participate in actual operation and management. Even if something happens, I will not be involved. I did not obstruct public office because of this, let alone seek personal gain by taking advantage of my position, or seek profit for my client, which does not constitute any illegal act."

I picked up a shrimp for my son: "Can you rest assured now?"

It sounded clear and logical, and Fang Sishen understood that there might be nothing more to ask about this topic.After taking a few mouthfuls of rice, he suddenly said, "Then... have you made any money?"

Fang Duzhi didn't expect his son to ask such a direct question, he was taken aback for a while, and laughed aloud: "Xiaosi, your father and I really want to earn money, and we can earn it."

Thinking of the recent ups and downs, I suddenly felt a sense of impermanence and disillusionment, and laughed twice, but couldn't laugh anymore.Sighing: "Xiao Si, a gentleman loves money, and he gets it in a proper way. Can't you see that today is a society that recognizes money. At critical moments, having money to be close to you is always better than having no money and not being able to."

While talking, he became depressed for no reason: "You never care about these things, you must be laughing at Dad in your heart, right?"

Fang Sishen panicked, "What, how? I'm just worried about you..."

Dean Fang saw his son's innocent and helpless appearance, and became happy: "Dad is already at this age, what else do you expect besides thinking about you? You don't think about yourself at all, why don't you allow Dad to think about you?" ? Dad earns money, and things, which one is not yours?..."

Fang Sishen didn't expect to elicit these words from his father, and besides being moved, his heart became more and more heavy.

Simply put down the chopsticks: "Dad, although I don't know how to make money, I can be self-reliant. I am very satisfied with my current material life. If this state makes you worry and makes you work hard, wouldn't it be unfilial? You really don't need to... …If it was for me, I would feel uneasy."

Fang Duzhi took a serious look at his son, and finally nodded: "Judging from his recent performance, he has indeed improved a lot. It's a pity that there is still a long way to go before we don't have to worry about it." Pointing to the bowl on the table, "Eat more. You can eat less staple food , eat the food."

Fang Sishen had no choice but to pick up the chopsticks again and chew silently.Nine out of ten times when I talked with my father, I went in this direction: I was always taken away from my original intention when I was talking, and I fell into the cotton ball and couldn't get up.

The way is too shallow, and there are all kinds of scruples, and he is very concerned, but as a result, none of the goals he wanted to achieve beforehand were realized.

After dinner, I was about to clear the table, when my father suddenly said, "Xiao Si, there are some things that Dad doesn't tell you because you don't know, it's better than knowing."

Fang Sishen paused for a moment, then replied, "I understand." He continued to clear the table.

Fang Duzhi pressed his hand: "Sit down and listen to Dad."

Fang Sishen sat down and looked into the eyes opposite him.Those eyes were vicissitudes and deep, full of the toughness and fragility, restraint and indulgence, hesitation and determination that a father can express.

"However, there are some things that Dad has to tell you, and he can only tell you. Even if you don't like it, don't agree with it, or don't want to, he can only tell you, because... only you are my son. For example," Fang Duzhi smiled "For example, where is our family's money? I should have let you know. It just happened to be here, so let me tell you the truth."

Fang Sishen let out an "ah".After listening to the first half, I thought my father had something important to explain.After listening to the second half, I couldn't help feeling relaxed.However, it became clear in a blink of an eye that where Dean Fang's money was, it might be a really big deal.No wonder, you have to put on this look of facing a severe test.

Only the father and son sat opposite each other at home, and Fang Duzhi also lowered his voice: "The investigation by the Supervision Office may come to the door to collect evidence at any time. If you are lucky, you will accompany the person to get things by yourself; if you are unlucky, they will do it directly. No greetings. So Dad made some preparations in advance. This house was uniformly allocated by the courtyard back then, and then bought out by individuals. All of them are in line with the policy, so there is nothing to say. The furniture in the house is quite ordinary for my level. The investigators are all well-informed and will not care. The father and son have not had any major expenses these years, and it is normal to have some savings. But if they insist on nitpicking, who can prepare a private accountant for a sum of money? Won't the pen clarify the details?"

Fang Duzhi hesitated for many days, and finally made up his mind at this moment.My son and I were born on the same boat, and it was impossible to get off.Who knows when the storm will come?Better give him an oar early.

"So, Dad put some of them under your name, and put the rest away. During the two days when the supervisory office notified the meeting, I tried to tell you, but I never found an opportunity, and then I was no longer in a hurry. Since we are talking about this today Yes, it’s good to let you know what’s in your mind.”

Seeing his son wanting to speak, Fang Duzhi stopped him: "What kind of tricks are meetings, investigations, and ups and downs? Dad has lived to this day and is tired of watching it. Don't take it to heart. If you don't feel at ease in your heart, it's okay to hear these words , I still don’t know. Xiaosi, Dad will tell you now, our mailbox in the downstairs hall, the door slot is on the right side, and there is a key on the side. If you are interested, go and have a look, and put it away yourself. If you are not interested, go ahead Just put it on."

Having said that, Fang Duzhi felt relieved: "Xiaosi, that's all that Dad can give you. Except you, it's impossible to tell anyone else. You can figure out the rest yourself." After finishing speaking, he got up and went into the study .

Sitting at the desk, he pricked up his ears to listen to the movement in the outer room.There was the slight clink of dishes, and then the sound of water rushing in the kitchen.While listening intently, the door rang.Fang Sishen stood at the door and asked calmly, "Father, you said it was under my name, can I use it?"

Fang Duzhi blurted out: "Of course, of course." He added, "Be careful."

Fang Sishen nodded: "I will."

Looking at his steady back, Fang Duzhi thought to himself: Once Hua Dading died, his son would improve a lot.good phenomenon.

On Sunday, Dean Fang went out to do errands and was picked up by the driver.Fang Sishen went downstairs to throw out the trash, then opened the mailbox to get the letter.There are several large iron cabinets standing in the lobby on the first floor of the residential building, and each household has a locked compartment.Open the one that belongs to me, it has not been cleaned for two months, it is almost full, and most of them are advertising leaflets.There is a narrow space on the right side of the inside of the door slot. I touched it with my fingers and felt a small hard piece near the upper part.This position is not visible at all, and it is also a blind spot to win trust. If the father hadn't specifically explained it, he might not have reached out to touch it in his entire life.

The hard sheet was stuck firmly, and Fang Sishen took a little effort to pull it off, and then went home with a bunch of advertisements.

After closing the door, I sat down and opened it for a closer look. It turned out to be a key—a very delicate anti-theft door lock key, with an even more delicate metal tag hanging on it, with an address written on the tag label.

Look at the map, pick up your schoolbag and go out, and look for the location indicated by the address.It arrived an hour later, and it was a new-looking high-end residential area in the bustling area of ​​Nancheng.

The door guard blocked him, Fang Sishen thought about it, and held the key in his hand to show the other party.

"Ah, so you are the owner, please swipe your card."

Unexpectedly, the metal tag was the door card.All the way was unimpeded, I found the corresponding house number, opened the door and entered.The hardcover apartment with four bedrooms and two halls is no smaller than the house I live in now, at least 120 square meters.Turning around, I found a file bag in the bedroom closet.When it was opened, there was a stamped and red-sealed plastic-sealed certificate inside. Fang Sishen had only seen similar items recently, and recognized it as a house property right certificate at a glance.There are also two passbooks with matching bank cards sandwiched between them.Even though he was mentally prepared, when he clearly saw the six-digit [-] after the number, he still felt that his eyelids couldn't stop twitching.

Put the things back where they were, lock the door and get out, stuffing the key in your body pocket.My mind was a little messy, so I walked slowly along the gravel road in the garden of the community, and sorted out my thoughts by the way.This residential area is adjacent to the beautiful moat park on one side and the prosperous Nancheng Financial Street on the other. It has to be admitted that it is really the best choice for investment and home.A huge billboard was erected at the sales office at the entrance, and the signed company name was obviously painted over and then pasted again.Fang Sishen's heart moved, and he observed carefully. Sure enough, in some inconspicuous places, he found the words "Xintai Real Estate" that were not completely covered.

He planned to call Mrs. Qiu, but only found Ms. He's number.I don't want to cause trouble for people who have nothing to do with it. I know that Mrs. Qiu will contact me as soon as possible, so I might as well wait for her news.I thought about what I did and didn't do, what I should do, what I could do, and I felt that it was nothing more than that.At first, I was a little apprehensive, like walking on thin ice, but now I made up my mind to look at the calm water of the moat and stand on the bank without moving the sky or the ground.

After class on Monday, I sat in the cafeteria and had lunch while checking my phone.There was no news of Mrs. Qiu, but there was a text message from Jiang Caiyun: "Mr. Fang, I'm in the research group office. I need you urgently." Sent 10 minutes ago.After eating a few bites in a hurry, he walked quickly to the office.

At this time, everyone went to eat, and only Jiang Caiyun stayed in the office alone.Seeing him push the door open and come in, he called out "Teacher Fang", his face full of worry and eagerness.

Fang Sishen was deeply impressed by her slapping First Young Master Hong, scolding her for borrowing money, and helping to act in a play. Afterwards, she kept her distance from her, only vaguely knowing that the patient in her family had recovered smoothly, and she stayed in the research group.

"Jiang Caiyun, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Fang, I heard that you are no longer teaching this subject. Is it true?"

Fang Sishen's mind buzzed: "What?"

Jiang Caiyun was in her junior year and understood many things. Seeing him like this, she immediately knew something was wrong.

"They said... this subject will be transferred to Professor Chu Feng. I don't believe it. You have led us to do this for so long. How could it be possible..."

Fang Sishen supported the table: "Who did you hear it from, can you tell me?"

Jiang Caiyun bit her lips: "A brother who chased me, he is a master of Professor Chu Feng, came to say yesterday that as long as Han Bin and I listen to Professor Chu, we can be taken care of for the postgraduate entrance examination next year. He wants me Don't say it yet, but...I asked Han Bin, but he didn't nod or shake his head."

Jiang Caiyun looked at Fang Sishen anxiously: "Teacher Fang, are they talking nonsense? The move of the office earlier proved to be nonsense? This time it is the same, right?"

Fang Sishen's heart was in a mess.Chu Feng's research direction is not close to that of Hua Dingsong.What's more, such a side topic is not really a coveted sweet pastry in the National Academy of Beijing Normal University.Even though he knew that he would face retaliation, exclusion and cold reception, he wholeheartedly thought that he was just looking down on his personal promotion.In any case, I did not expect that the school has no lower limit, completely disregarding academic ethics, and ruining the subject at will.

"Mr. Fang..."

Fang Sishen came back to his senses and saw the girl's worried face.

"Thank you for telling me. I will check with the courtyard. I haven't received any official news so far. You are all fine as usual, and you can do what you have to do."

"Oh, I see." Jiang Caiyun suddenly thought of something, "By the way, Mr. Fang, that brother asked me if I knew the password of the research group's computer, but I didn't tell him. But everyone knows the password of our public computer. feel……"

Fang Sishen said: "You are right. After all, it is the fruit of everyone's labor. Even if the password is public, don't tell others casually."

"Teacher Fang, I mean..."

"I know, it's okay, I'll take care of it, thank you."

"Then... I'll go first."

"it is good."

Jiang Caiyun gently took the door out.Fang Sishen sat down at the table with her forehead propped up.Thinking about the connection between the words and actions of those people, today's move must be deliberate and deliberate.There is a kind of hard sadness in my heart, mixed with disgust and burnout, I just want to find some place to leave all this and stay quietly.

Looking around, more than a year of painstaking efforts piled up, he knew he couldn't.

In any case, let's verify the news first.

When the secretary of the dean's office saw him, he felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He only said that the leader was not there, and he was strictly on guard.Fang Sishen waited for a long time, had no time to waste, got up and left.After that, whenever I had time, I ran to sit on the sidelines and wait for the rabbit.In his life experience, it was the first time that he was so active in finding a leader.However, the rabbit was very cunning. He chased and intercepted him for two consecutive days, but he was nowhere to be seen.

He thought it better to talk directly to the person involved.Professor Chu Feng was much easier to approach than Dean Huang. After checking the public class schedule, Fang Sishen was waiting at the door of the teaching building.

"Professor Chu."

"You are……?"

Chu Feng was dressed in Western style, suit and leather shoes, and gold-rimmed glasses. His eyes behind the lenses were fixed on the person who came to examine him.

Fang Sishen wasn't sure if he really didn't know him or pretended not to know him.Introduce yourself politely: "I am Fang Sishen, and I had the honor to invite you to serve as a graduation thesis defense committee."

"What do you have to do with me?"

"That's right, I heard that you may be the person in charge of the 'Ancient Text Digitization Project' currently being worked on, I don't know..."

Chu Feng didn't answer immediately, but after looking at him for a while, he said slowly, "That's what happened." He seemed to frowned in disgust, "Hua Dingsong died and left such a mess, no one wants to answer it, the courtyard Li insisted on assigning it to me. I still have two subjects in my hand, so I don’t have time to spare.”

Fang Sishen was unwilling to refute, and explained sincerely: "How can it be said to be a mess? We have been pushing forward according to the schedule, and the completed part is already quite considerable."

Chu Feng responded casually: "Is that so? When will the problem be concluded? Has the paper been published yet?"

"It was originally planned to be completed in two years, and the mid-term report has been completed. The relevant papers have not been published, but judging from the existing materials, they can be compiled at any time."

"Okay, you guys prepare for it. It's best to make it into a series. I'm responsible for the way of publishing. When the official document comes out, I will go to the research group to have a look." Chu Feng raised his leg and waved his hand, which means that I am very busy. stop here.

Fang Sishen followed closely: "Professor Chu, if you are in charge of the project, the personnel arrangement..."

Chu Feng stopped, turned around and looked at him, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "I am in charge, of course I will arrange it. Don't worry, I am the most fair person, and I will definitely give full consideration to the achievements of the former person in charge. In the future, when the results are published, I can give them to you." Hua Dingsong retains the position of the second contributor. The existing members of the research group are treated equally, and those who are willing to stay can stay. As long as you fully share resources, I promise to achieve equal opportunities."

Until he was far away, that sneer still flashed in front of Fang Sishen's eyes, like drinking a sip of cold water in winter, chilling from inside to outside.

On the next Thursday, he went to the dean's office to block people.The secretary took out an official document from the drawer and patted it in front of him: "Aren't you bothered, isn't it because of this? Let me tell you, there is no need to come again, and I will send it to the school's Academic Affairs Office and the principal's office today. It can be officially approved!"

Fang Sishen lowered his head and took a look: "...Due to the death of Hua Dingsong, a senior professor of Guxia language, the original person in charge of the project, based on the principle of voluntary application and standardized review, with the approval of the Academy of Chinese Studies, Chu Feng, a senior professor of Guxia language, is now appointed as the researcher. The person in charge of the project..."

From the beginning to the end of a piece of official document, it has nothing to do with me.