When they arrived at Dong's house, Yan Murong had just finished taking a shower and briefly bandaged his wounds. Then he was invited by the servant to Mr. Dong's study. The old man and the young man were locked in the study until early in the morning. No one knows what happened except the two parties involved.
Yan Murong always does things neatly and neatly, and never likes to leave trouble for himself.
In the next month, Yan Murong seemed to have taken stimulants. Not only did the hospital's reform proceed in a drastic way, but the factory also made it very eye-catching, and a special press conference was held to talk to Mo Jiana signed a cooperation agreement on the spot, which shocked the entire cosmetics industry.
At the same time, just when people thought it was time for Yan Murong to calm down for a while, a piece of bombshell news was like an atomic bomb dropped into a calm lake, causing an explosion.
Yan Murong announced that he would invest 10 billion Chinese dollars to establish a medical university in Hong Kong. Not only Western medicine, but also Chinese medicine courses would be a top priority. Moreover, he also promised that 500 students would be selected for graduation every year. Excellent graduates will take the internship test and those who pass will get a job.
As soon as the news came out, the whole world exploded. By offering such conditions, he was undoubtedly competing for business with medical schools around the world.
For a time, Yan Murong became the focus of the global media. At the same time, Yan Murong's name was also officially known in China. Even outside his villa in Repulse Bay, reporters surrounded him every day. As long as he As soon as he appears, he will definitely be surrounded immediately, and then all kinds of long guns, short cannons and flashlights will appear in front of him, making him extremely annoyed - but what makes Yan Murong happy is that during this period, Ah Reese did not appear again.
More than a month passed in the blink of an eye, and the Chinese New Year was coming in less than twenty days. Yan Murong had almost dealt with everything in Hong Kong. He simply packed up and set off back to Yanjing. What made him depressed was that as soon as he got off the plane and turned on his mobile phone, a call came in from Liang Zhengtao, urging him to go to the Ministry of Health.
"It's cold outside," Liang Zhengtao brewed a cup of Longjing tea, placed it on the coffee table in front of Yan Murong, and said with a smile, "Come on, drink some hot tea to warm yourself up first, and let's get down to business later."
"Minister Liang, I now suspect that you have arranged an eyeliner around me," Yan Murong took off his down jacket, picked up the tea cup and took a sip of the fragrant tea, and said with a wry smile, "If you have anything to do, call me and say no That’s enough, I came back just to take a rest, so it’s good that they didn’t even let me go back home when I got off the plane, so they called me over,”
"You kid," Liang Zhengtao was dumbfounded by Yan Murong's resentful expression. He stood up, took out a document from a folder on his desk, put it in front of Yan Murong, and said, "Take a look. After reading it, if you If you complain again, I won't be able to comfort you,"
"What is it?" Yan Murong curiously took the document, and before he had even turned two pages, his mouth suddenly opened in surprise.
"Minister Liang, this-----this is the qualification certificate for running a school,"
"That's right," Liang Zhengtao said with a smile, "This is the qualification certificate issued by the Ministry of Education in person, and it has been classified as a national key medical university for you. How about you, stop complaining now,"
"How can I complain?" Yan Murong suddenly showed a mean smile, "Minister Liang, you have so many things to do, aren't I afraid of disturbing your work? - Look, you are so polite, I I’m so embarrassed,”
"You-----" Liang Zhengtao chuckled and shook his head.
This qualification certificate represents Yan Murong, and Yan Murong knows it very well.
College students in the 1980s and 1990s are called real college students. In this era when colleges and universities are everywhere, even those who went to a technical school dare to say that they are college students. The word "college student" is basically the same as that of college students on the street. Cabbage equals the sign.
How many school principals have tried their best to get this qualification certificate recognized by the state, but unfortunately, the country cannot give it to you. But Yan Murong got it, and it is a qualification certificate from a key university.
"Minister Liang, thank you," Yan Murong solemnly put away the qualification certificate that made everyone jealous, and thanked Liang Zhengtao sincerely.
"Thank you for what I did," Liang Zhengtao laughed, "I am very optimistic about you, and I will naturally help you if I can help you."
"But-----" After a pause, Liang Zhengtao said, "That's all I can help you. My position may have to change early next year, but don't worry, the person who will take my position is My old classmate from the party school, I will mention you to him ----- Oh, no, almost everyone in China knows your name now, I guess he should know you without me mentioning it,"
"The location is about to move," Yan Murong asked in surprise, "Which way to go?"
"What do you think?" Liang Zhengtao laughed and said nothing, but raised a finger and pointed upward.
"Then let me congratulate you first," Yan Murong looked happy and asked curiously, "Can you reveal the specific position?"
"There is nothing that cannot be disclosed," Liang Zhengtao said with a smile, "I have already reached this position, and even if I get promoted, I won't be able to get anywhere - it's just from the first rank to the first rank, to the deputy national level."
"That's okay," Yan Murong also smiled, "This is how many people dream of becoming an official. It basically starts from the step of entering the official career. I guess the dream is to achieve this step. You should be satisfied. I want to be an official. It’s not the same material,”
"You are deliberately being rude to me, don't you?" Liang Zhengtao looked depressed, "Needless to say Mr. Yan, there are few people in the world who don't know him, not to mention your father, Secretary Yan, he is still a member of the Standing Committee, even if I am promoted If you go up there, you won’t even be able to become a member of the Standing Committee-----Besides, you have the nerve to say that you are not an official,”
"At best, I'm just the dean," Yan Murong said with a smile, "I'm still the kind of person who doesn't care about anything, or I'm the director of the factory."
"It doesn't mean it won't happen in the future," Liang Zhengtao pointed to the qualification certificate that Yan Murong put in his pocket, and said, "With this thing, when your school is completed, your administrative level will be deputy minister. What about the rank ----- You kid, you must be satisfied. I have been working in the yamen for more than thirty years before I reached the ministerial level. You are already the deputy ministerial level at a young age. What else are you not satisfied with? I guess you kid He is the youngest deputy minister since the founding of China,"
"So what," Yan Murong said nonchalantly, "You have real power, I'm just at the same level, and my salary is just a little higher at most. Besides, you guys know how to fool me with a piece of paper. Now that it’s recognized as a national key university, why don’t you give me some money to build the campus? I have to pay for it myself, right?”
"You guy-----" Liang Zhengtao was dumbfounded by Yan Murong's words. He pointed at Yan Murong for a long time, not knowing what words to use to describe him.
"Hehe, it's just talk," Yan Murong chuckled, stood up from the sofa, grabbed his clothes, and said, "If nothing happens, I'll go home first."
"Go back, I'll ask the driver to take you off," Liang Zhengtao said.
"That's a good relationship," Yan Murong smiled. "It's hard to take a taxi in the winter."
"Are you afraid that the traffic jam meter will jump too much," Liang Zhengtao directly exposed Yan Murong's words.
At this moment, before Yan Murong could say anything, the cell phone in his pocket started ringing. When he took it out, Yan Murong became even more depressed.
The three words "Yan Minghua" were clearly written on the caller ID.
Smiling wryly and pressing the answer button, Yan Murong thought to herself, it seemed that she couldn't make it home to eat lunch cooked by her mother.
PS: I’m back home. My whole body hurts from taking the train. I’ll continue to code and ask for flowers.