Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

"Night university?"

Lou Xiao'e was slightly stunned, then looked at Zhao Xiyan, "Stationmaster, are you going to study at night university?"

"He has been admitted to Beijing University, but he has not chosen a major yet..." Zhang Zhichen smiled, "This time I came to let him see the major."

He handed a piece of paper to Zhao Xiyan, on which there were dozens of majors densely packed.

Lou Xiao'e stretched her head to look over, and said in surprise, "I want to choose literature..."

"There are no vacancies in the factory now." Zhang Zhichen shook his head.

"Minister, you are underestimating me, aren't you?"

Zhao Xiyan handed over a cigarette and chuckled, "What kind of family does Miss Lou come from? Can a night university quota stop her?"

"Hateful."

Lou Xiao'e rolled her eyes at him.

"That's right."

Zhang Zhichen shook his head, "If you act quickly, you might even be able to be classmates with your stationmaster."

"I'll go back..."

Lou Xiao'e ran out as she said that.

"Asshole, come back..."

Zhao Xiyan immediately followed him out and angrily scolded, "It's about to start broadcasting, where are you going?"

"You broadcast today."

Lou Xiao'e, who had already run downstairs, waved her hand and rode away on her bicycle.

"Asshole..."

Zhao Xiyan cursed angrily and returned to the studio.

"You don't know how to be gentle with women, you call me 'asshole' and 'asshole', what a bad influence." Zhang Zhichen laughed and scolded.

"Minister, please don't hurt me."

Zhao Xiyan curled his lips and said, "Many people have told her and I... If we don't make our relationship a little stiff, there will be rumors."

"Where do you get so many ideas?" Zhang Zhichen sighed, "It's a pity that you got married too early, otherwise you and Lou Xiao'e would be a good match..."

"Minister, do you believe I will report you?" Zhao Xiyan said dissatisfiedly, "Yesterday He Yuzhu was still spreading rumors in the yard and was almost arrested by the street office."

"How old are you? You are so methodical." Zhang Zhichen spread his hands and said, "Okay, can't you not talk about this in the future? Hurry up and choose a major..."

Zhao Xiyan looked carefully for a long time before looking up and saying, "Minister, can you study archaeology?"

Archaeology is a very unpopular major. If you can successfully get out of the steel mill, when the storm comes, you can join an archaeological team and go deep into the mountains and forests. Wouldn't it be great?

"No, this major is full." Zhang Zhichen spread his hands and said.

"No, someone also applied for archaeology?" Zhao Xiyan said in disbelief.

"Why didn't anyone apply?"

Zhang Zhichen said enviously, "If you apply for archaeology, you can join an archaeological team in the future and travel all over the country when you have nothing to do... and you don't have to work in the office, where can you find such a job?"

"Archaeological researchers also work in the office." Zhao Xiyan said painfully.

"A painting, one or two years of research, a lifetime of research on a few paintings, the higher-ups don't know how your research is going, isn't this job uncomfortable?" Zhang Zhichen pouted.

"From your tone, you seem to know a lot about archaeology?" Zhao Xiyan said in surprise.

"My eldest brother is an archaeological researcher."

Zhang Zhichen pouted, "Back then, it was because he applied for archaeology and traveled all over the country that my father refused to let me apply for this major... He said that a child had left, and I couldn't leave."

Puff!

Zhao Xiyan burst into laughter.

"Hurry up, choose quickly." Zhang Zhichen said dissatisfiedly.

"How about meteorology?" Zhao Xiyan asked again.

"I'm full." Zhang Zhichen curled his lips.

"International economics?"

"Do you know English?"

"Then... finance?"

"I'm full."

...

Zhao Xiyan was silent for a long time before sighing, "Why don't you just tell me which ones I can learn well?"

"Ancient literature, history, philosophy..."

"Philosophy is not something a dog would learn."

Zhao Xiyan cursed subconsciously.

"Huh?"

Zhang Zhichen looked at him strangely, "Our factory director graduated from the philosophy department of Yan University..."

"Cough cough cough."

Zhao Xiyan immediately coughed.

"And your immediate boss also graduated from the philosophy department of Yan University." Zhang Zhichen glared.

"How about history."

Zhao Xiyan immediately changed the subject.

"Why don't you apply for ancient literature..."

Zhang Zhichen lowered his voice and said, "Wouldn't this be very helpful for you to write a book?"

"What does writing a novel have to do with what major you study?" Zhao Xiyan curled his lips and said, "Have you seen a few college students who graduated from the Department of Literature who are particularly famous for their writing?"

"Well, that's true."

Zhang Zhichen sighed.

A literary giant once said - "Learning writing is meaningless and a pure waste of time."

"Then help me apply for the History Department."Zhao Xiyan chuckled, "Anyway, I just want to get a diploma, not really want to become a great historian..."

"Okay, then I'll help you sign up."

Zhang Zhichen said seriously, "The class will start at 7pm next month and last until 11pm. Be mentally prepared..."

"Well, it will take so long?"

Zhao Xiyan was shocked.

In his opinion, a correspondence diploma is almost just a few classes, taking exams, and getting a diploma.

"If you don't have a good mentality, it's best to give up the idea of ​​going to night school." Zhang Zhichen said seriously, "Night school is a formal university, prepared for some outstanding talents on the job... They have their own jobs to do, so night schools are set up."

"Someone should have told you that a night school diploma is a formal university diploma, right?"

"I forgot about this. "

Zhao Xiyan was a little embarrassed.

"Comrade Zhao Xiyan, night school is just for you to study, but not every student who attends night school can get a diploma." Zhang Zhichen said seriously.

"What is the pass rate?" Zhao Xiyan asked curiously.

"Less than 20%."

Zhang Zhichen sighed, "This is still a conservative estimate. In fact, many people who attend night school have a weak foundation and can't even recognize all the characters... I estimate that less than 10% of people can graduate smoothly and get a diploma."

"Hiss."

Zhao Xiyan had a toothache, "Then this system is unfair. Those people should go to literacy classes first, and then they should go to night school."

"This is the system."

Zhang Zhichen spread his hands and said, "You can't say that the factory recommends those workers with high education but poor work performance? Then other excellent workers will not be convinced."

"Makes sense. "

Zhao Xiyan sighed, looked at the clock on the wall, and couldn't help shouting, "Fuck..."

Zhang Zhichen took a look and was also shocked.

It was already eleven fifty-nine.

Zhao Xiyan didn't have time to get the phonograph, so he sat at the table and pressed the bell when the pointer turned to "twelve".

Zhang Zhichen originally wanted to speak, but when he saw that Zhao Xiyan had already turned on the microphone, he had to give up.