บท 62: Chapter 62: It Is Equivalent to Banning, Leaving No Way Out
Chapter 62: It Is Equivalent to Banning, Leaving No Way Out
The essence of a university lies primarily in its faculty and educational resources. Without competent teachers, a university cannot function effectively. Shanhe University faced the risk of collapsing if it failed to secure a capable faculty.
"This is revolting. Is this how top Chinese universities operate?" People lamented.
"Ridiculous! In a vast country spanning 9.6 million square kilometers, there's no room for a small crowdfunding university?"
"I've just received the admission letter. Will there be no teachers when classes start in two months?"
"The schools are merciless due to differing educational philosophies."
Netizens expressed their concerns about Shanhe University's future. The students from the four provinces who had received admission notices had invested their hopes in this university. Nobody wanted to see it falter.
Lincheng, an archaeological department:
In his seventies, Hu Zhengchu was teaching newcomers how to identify cultural relics when his phone rang. On the line was an impatient voice of an old friend. "Old Hu, have you seen the statement on the internet?"
Hu Zhengchu was momentarily puzzled. "Statement? I haven't seen it. What's it about?"
His old friend sighed and proceeded to explain. "It's a joint statement issued by 45 colleges and universities, stating that they will not hire anyone who has worked at Shanhe University in the future."
"Shanhe University... It's as if they've dug up the ancestral graves of those universities," Hu Zhengchu lamented, his annoyance growing evident.
His old friend, on the phone, continued, "I'm considering whether we should play it safe and not pursue the technique of finding dragons and dividing money. What do you think, Old Hu?"
Several of their elderly colleagues from the archaeological field had recently signed an inauguration agreement to join Shanhe University with the hope of learning a long-lost technique. However, the situation had drastically changed. They were contemplating whether it was wise to abandon this opportunity.
"I won't withdraw. Let's think it through carefully," Hu Zhengchu declared, his brow furrowing.
At his age, he had only one pursuit: to acquire a deeper understanding of archaeological theories and knowledge, better protect tombs, and engage in cultural relics excavation and preservation.
Joining Shanhe University was a decision made primarily because of Qin Mu's expertise in finding dragons and sharing treasures. Now that he was a part of the university, he wouldn't easily abandon it.
Zizhou, a top university:
Yang Anguo finished his class on the history of modern sculpture. "Students, today marks my last lecture for you."
He had recently accepted an offer from Shanhe University, signing an employment agreement to teach at the institution. Shanhe University offered an enticing annual salary of 2 million, numerous learning opportunities, and the opportunity to explore peak sculpture skills showcased at the university's gate, something no other Chinese university could compete with.
However, shortly after concluding his class, he discovered the joint statement circulated on the internet. It was a statement issued by 45 Chinese colleges and universities, stating that they would not hire teachers who had previously worked at Shanhe University.
Yang Anguo frowned as he read, "Never hired." The statement left him with only one option: teaching at Shanhe University. None of the other Chinese universities would accept him. It was the equivalent of a ban on his career.
Song Yushan at the National Calligraphy Association:
Song Yushan, fully engrossed in calligraphy practice, held a brush with great concentration.
On his desk lay several discarded sheets of manuscript paper, all of which bore the same four words: Shanhe University. This unique font was inscribed on the gate of Shanhe University, a style unlike any other.
"After all this practice, I've only captured 40% of its true essence," Song Yushan mused as he put down his brush, patting his sore arm. Despite the slow progress, he had notably improved his calligraphy skills while replicating the characters from Shanhe University's gate.
His student entered the room in a hurry, looking flustered. "Teacher, something's wrong. All the schools have issued a joint statement."
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