Chapter 22: The Secretary of the School Youth League Committee

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  "Alas, Sun Zesheng, how could you be like this?" Xu Yunjin was so angry that she stomped her feet repeatedly, but Sun Zesheng didn't even turn his head.

  Rong Jingying pulled Xu Yunjin slightly, "Forget it, Little Jin. I think that story is not bad, 200,000 yuan is not a lot, and you can afford it."

  Xu Yunjin snorted, rolled her eyes and glared at her best friend, "You're still a student of Yan University's Business School, do you know how to run a business like this? You can't even get the price right. When Uncle Rong hands over the business to you in the future, you'll definitely lose everything."

  Rong Jingying smiled and said, "Even if I were to lose all of my father's business, it wouldn't be any of your concern. At worst, I'll just go to your house for a free meal. Uncle Xu has already said that he likes me, his adopted daughter, more than he likes you, his own biological daughter."

  The eavesdropping function of the Tianji Star 3000 was always running at full capacity, and although the noise in the carriage was loud, the conversation between the two women still clearly entered Sun Zesheng's mind.

  Sun Zesheng smiled and let Tianji Star 3000 stop focusing on the conversation between the two women. He wasn't particularly concerned about whether he could make his first business deal with them.

  Victory is certainly delightful, but defeat is nothing to be disheartened about. He has a way of making money.

  The train arrived at the station, and the conductor opened the door, standing outside on the platform as usual, without a hint of a smile on his face. The passengers rushed down with their luggage, not even bothering to glance at the conductor.

  Sun Zesheng followed the crowd down from the train, smiled and nodded at the conductor, "Goodbye."

  The train conductor was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and nodded at Sun Zesheng, saying "see you later".

  As the crowd flowed out, Sun Zesheng left the train station and stood in front of the square, looking at the long line of cars waiting for the red light on the street not far away. Sun Zesheng shook his head, Beijing's urban disease is not mild, just this traffic is enough to make people scratch their heads.

  Sun Zesheng inquired and found the nearest subway station, took the subway, then transferred to a bus, and spent less than two hours before finally seeing the gate of Huaxia Agricultural University.

  Dragging his luggage, he entered the school gate and inadvertently turned his head to see a beautifully printed promotional page posted on the bulletin board inside the gate. The copperplate paper printing was particularly eye-catching, with the words "First Prize 50,000 Yuan" standing out.

  There were people standing in front of the bulletin board, watching. Sun Zesheng didn't pay attention to it either, he pulled his luggage and walked past, taking a look. It turned out that the promotional page was promoting an event for a speech competition.

  The main content is that in order to welcome the National Day, the Department of Higher Education and the Beijing Municipal Education Commission, Beijing TV Station and other units have decided to jointly host a foreign language speech contest. The competition language is not limited, the speech material range is not limited, and the competition is divided into three parts: preliminary, semi-final and final. The champion, also known as the first prize winner, can receive a scholarship of 50,000 yuan.

  Sun Zesheng raised an eyebrow, he was now extremely sensitive to money, and any opportunity to make money, he did not want to miss. In his hometown, the monthly salary of ordinary workers was just over a thousand, and a monthly income of two or three thousand was considered relatively high. In comparison, 50,000 yuan was not a small amount.

  Compared to his one-time earnings of over a million, 50,000 yuan may be less, but Sun Zesheng decided to participate in this speech contest, making money is just one purpose, and another goal is to go for the award certificate.

  From rebirth to now, Sun Zesheng has thought more than once about how to do this life's road. He mastered so many advanced scientific and technological achievements, simply doing business, taking the physical industry route, is definitely not feasible. If you want to go, it's going to be a combination of power and money on the right business path.

  To seize power, one must enter politics and become an official. In the country's political environment, power and money cannot be concentrated in one person's hands. Sun Zesheng is still undecided about whether he should take the path of power or commerce after graduating from university.

  If you are on the path to power, then getting a beautiful transcript during your university studies is absolutely necessary. Like the Foreign Language Speech Contest led by the Higher Education Department of the Ministry of Education, it can undoubtedly leave a dazzling mark on the transcript.

  Sun Zesheng was certain that as long as there were no dark secrets, if he participated in the speech contest, winning was a certainty. As for the content of the speech, he didn't need to deliberately prepare it, with Tianji Xing 3000 around, he just needed to bring the speech draft organized by Tianji Xing 3000 to participate in the competition.

  Sun Zesheng clenched his fists and swung them fiercely, "The champion's throne, it's mine."

  "Haha, classmate, you're quite confident."

  As soon as the words fell, a slightly familiar voice rang in Sun Zesheng's ears. He turned his head to look and saw that standing beside him was a young man in his thirties, tall and slender, wearing a snow-white shirt on top, smiling at him.

  This person, Sun Zesheng knew him in the second semester of his sophomore year. He was their politics teacher, Li Kaifang, who was also the school's League Secretary and a member of the school leadership.

  "So it was you, Teacher Li." Sun Zesheng had betrayed his teacher in a past life, but that didn't mean he hated all teachers.

  "Do you know me? Oh, I remember now, I taught your class last semester. You're Sun Zesheng, right?" Li said with a bright and cheerful smile.

  "Teacher Li has a great memory." Sun Zesheng said with a casual compliment, "It's not even the start of school yet, and you've already returned to campus. You're truly a model among teachers."

  Li opened his mouth and laughed, his mood seemed pretty good.

  "You little rascal, you're so glib-tongued! You think flattering me will work? But even if you do flatter me, it won't be of any use."

  I just heard you say with my own ears that the champion's throne is yours. Are you so confident?

  As far as I know, this foreign language speech contest is of a very high standard, facing not only college students but also master's and doctoral students on campus, with many famous schools in Beijing gathered.

  Yanjing University and Shuimu University are not to be mentioned, let alone Yanjing Foreign Language University, Erwai, Yanjing Language University, Foreign Economic and Trade University, and Foreign Affairs College. Which one is not a gathering place for high-end foreign language talents?

  "Our school is mainly focused on agricultural-related disciplines, and foreign language teaching is not its strong point. Do you have the confidence to defeat them?"

  Sun Zesheng smiled confidently, "Teacher Li, have you read Jin Yong's 'The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber'? Shaolin is the top sect in the martial arts world, but Zhang Wuji, the number one martial artist, has nothing to do with Shaolin."

  Li Daoming smiled and said, "You're quite interesting, you're comparing yourself to Zhang Wuji. However, Zhang Wuji was born into a famous family and learned the martial arts left behind by the leader of the Ming Cult, Yang Dingtian, so he can be considered a disciple of a famous master. You don't seem to have these conditions, do you? Alright, if you're confident, let me test you, first take over the gate. Let's have an impromptu speech, how about it?"

  Sun Zesheng stretched out his hand and gestured, "Teacher Li, please give us a question."

  Li opened with a smile: "Okay, then you can elaborate on your understanding of socialism with Chinese characteristics in English."

  Li's open proposition has a somewhat provocative meaning, although China is now vigorously promoting English education, but in English courses, it will not involve such purely political things, and many students may not even know the English expression of "Socialism with Chinese Characteristics".

  Sun Zesheng, however, was straightforward and to the point. In his pure Oxford accent, he first explained the official definition of socialism with Chinese characteristics as stated in the textbooks.

  Li was nodding frequently, and he appreciated Sun Zesheng's ability to speak such fluent English with a British accent, smoothly expressing this highly theoretical and long passage with pinpoint accuracy, without any errors.

  After Sun Zesheng finished this long passage, he shifted his tone and began to expound on what he understood as "Chinese characteristic socialism".

  To be honest, Sun Zesheng had no research on politics in his previous life, and this life was a sophomore student, like the vast majority of students, who had no good feelings about the dull and boring political class.

  From a political perspective, elaborating on the major topic of "Chinese Characteristics Socialism" is not Sun Zesheng's strong suit, but Sun Zesheng will take a shortcut. He will elaborate from the angle of combining natural science and external research environment.

  In this regard, Sun Zesheng has done some research. For example, the local government is eager for quick success and instant benefits, does not pay attention to the investment in basic disciplines, only focuses on introducing famous academicians of the two academies, and neglects excellent foreign students who have returned home and grassroots scientific researchers who have grown up locally, allowing them to lose.

  Li was initially smiling, but after listening for a while, the smile on his face disappeared and he became somewhat solemn, occasionally revealing a thoughtful expression.

  After Sun Zesheng finished his explanation, Li nodded in approval, "Not bad, very thoughtful. The problems you mentioned do exist in reality and should be brought to the attention of relevant departments."

  Sun Zesheng raised an eyebrow and said quietly, "You're just a university politics teacher. Can you handle such a great task of worrying about the country and its people?"

  Li patted Sun Zesheng's shoulder, "You're Sun Zesheng, right? Not bad, you have ideas and some ability, I..."

  Before Li could finish speaking, a hurried horn sounded outside the school gate, and a black Red Flag sedan stopped at the entrance. A man in a suit, sharp and efficient, pushed open the car door and walked out of the back seat, "Teacher Li, over here."

  "Sun Zesheng, I still have something on hand. Let's talk again when we have a chance next time. By the way, what's your phone number? Tell me and I'll get back to you."

  Li was waiting for this person and as soon as he came over, he couldn't wait to leave.

  Sun Zesheng gave out his phone number, and Li Kaixuan quickly typed it into her own phone without calling back. She directly put away the phone and said, "Sun Zesheng, wait for my call. When I have time, we'll have a good chat."