The matter is over and the cultural relics exhibition continues.
Xiao Feng was forced to stay, went through the entry procedures, and became a visiting professor in the History Department of North China University, and he was also the youngest professor.
The old professor Shang Chuliang felt so proud that he had unearthed another rising star in the field of archeology and history.
"Mr. Xiao, follow me to see the dean later."
"Ask him to sign for you, and you will be officially hired."
Shang Chuliang said happily.
Xiao Feng looked helpless: "Old professor, I really don't want to..."
"What? You can't wait?"
"Okay, okay, let's leave right away."
Before he could say anything, the old man pulled him out of the museum and went straight to the teaching building of the School of History.
When I arrived outside the dean's office, I heard angry curses coming from inside.
"Trash, everything is trash."
"What do you two do for food? Are you still a veteran teacher?"
"You actually make such a low-level mistake? How will you teach students in the future?"
Xiao Feng and the old man looked at each other, and Shang Chuliang whispered: "The dean lost his temper, I'm afraid something will happen again."
‘Dang Dang!’
The old man knocked on the door twice, and Xiao Feng followed him into the office.
There were three people in the room. Two middle-aged men were standing with their heads bowed and were being scolded by another middle-aged man.
"Old professor? How did you get here?"
Dean Wei Qingshu rushed forward to greet him.
Shang Chuliang has the most seniority and is the oldest, so even the principal has to give him a bit of a thumbs-down when he meets him.
"Dean Wei, what caused such a big fire?"
Shang Chuliang asked with a smile.
"Hey! Don't mention it!"
Wei Qingshu sighed: "This is still an old teacher, it's embarrassing to say it..."
I learned from Dean Wei that a student wanted to donate a Yuan blue and white phoenix head flat pot, which is a type of blue and white porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty.
The donated cultural relics needed to be appraised. After repeated inspections, the two teachers gave the answer: this was a fake Yuan Qinghua.
Of course, the student’s family would not want the antiques they bought for which they spent millions to be called fakes by their teachers.
The student took out a pile of identification certificates to prove that the Yuan blue and white flowers were genuine.
But the two teachers insisted that it was a fake.
In the end, the student was so angry that he simply stopped donating.
This incident spread throughout the history school, and Wei Qingshu became furious.
Because that student’s background is not simple, his family is a wealthy businessman in Tianjin.
I have been in the antique business in my early years and have donated cultural relics before. How could I donate fakes this time?
The entire North China University Museum currently lacks cultural relics from the Yuan Dynasty. Someone finally donated some, but they were dismissed as fakes.
"Oh? Is there anything else?"
Shang Chuliang became interested: "Dean Wei, where are the Yuan Qinghua? Let me open my eyes."
"Everyone took it away, but I didn't even see it."
Wei Qingshu shook his head and suddenly asked: "Old professor, are you okay?"
Shang Chuliang smiled and said, "Dean Wei, please sign it. This is the entry procedure."
Wei Qingshu took it and took a look and was stunned.
"Xiao Feng?"
"A guest professor? Who is this?"
Shang Chuliang quickly introduced: "This is Xiao Feng. I highly recommend him to join our School of History at North China University. He is a rare talent."
"What? Just him?"
Wei Qingshu shook his head and smiled bitterly. He was too old and his brain was hard to use. He was just an old fool.
This guy is only in his twenties, how can he look like he has any knowledge at all?
At first glance, he looks like the kind of person who is idle in society. He is not even qualified to go to university, let alone be a visiting professor.
"Young man, are you a talented student who graduated from the history department?"
"no!"
"How many years have you studied archeology?"
"No research!"
"Do you have a master's degree? Or a doctorate?"
"I have no academic qualifications and I didn't graduate from college."
Xiao Feng denied three times in a row, making Wei Qingshu couldn't help laughing.
"Haha... I said, young man, you are nothing, why should you be a visiting professor in our college?"
"Don't think that just because an old professor recommends it to you, you can use the back door."
"Our school is a famous school in the country. Everything depends on qualifications, ability, and academic qualifications..."
"I donated two boxes of official kilns from the Qing Dynasty to your museum, with a total value of more than 500 million. Do you qualify?"
Xiao Feng interrupted him with a smile.
"Ah, two boxes of Qingdaiguan...what did you say?"
Suddenly, Wei Qingshu was stunned and turned to look at Shang Chuliang next to him.
Shang Chuliang smiled and said: "Dean Wei, I just wanted to tell you that Mr. Xiao is the donor."
"It's a piece of cake."
Xiao Feng raised his hand and smiled: "I don't have anything else at home, but there are so many antiques."
"From the Qin and Han dynasties to the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, I have all the cultural relics and antiques from all dynasties."
"Especially the official kilns of the Qing Dynasty. There are so many of them. I usually use them as urinals."
Who doesn't know how to brag? Xiao Feng can do this trick better than anyone else, and he also deliberately lets the other party know.
"Ouch!"
Wei Qingshu slapped his forehead: "It turns out to be Mr. Xiao. I'm so sorry that you misunderstood. Sit down quickly."
This is the God of Wealth, and the thank you banquet tonight was prepared for him, and he almost hurt his feet.
He quickly invited Xiao Feng to the sofa, and quickly arranged for someone to bring tea and water.
"Mr. Xiao, you smoke!"
He deliberately took out a box of Huazi from the drawer and presented it with both hands with a smile on his face.
Xiao Feng was not polite. After taking the cigarette, Wei Qingshu quickly lit it for him.
"Mr. Xiao, as soon as I saw you just now, I knew that you are not an ordinary person."
"You are indeed a man of great talent. It is truly our honor to have you as a visiting professor in our college."
"On behalf of all the teachers and students of North China University and the School of History, I welcome Professor Xiao to officially join."
The two shook hands, and Xiao Feng sneered in his heart.
This guy changes his face so quickly that even movie stars would have to be defeated.
The power of money is so powerful, there is no need for any such bullshit rules.
What's more, the visiting professor only has a name and basically doesn't come to class. The college can still make use of his resources, so it is considered suitable for the college.
Wei Qingshu signed quickly and rubbed his hands together with a smile.
"Mr. Xiao, you have so many antiques at home."
"If you really don't have space, you can put it in a museum and we will save it for you."
"These cultural relics are very pretentious. If they are severely damaged, they will lose their value."
Xiao Feng took a puff of cigarette and said leisurely: "Oh, it's okay, they are just broken bricks and tiles, just pile them up."
"Ouch hey!"
Wei Qingshu felt distressed for a while, this boy was too wasteful.
The priceless cultural relics turned into tatters in his mouth.