Extraordinary Genius

“Chen, drive, go home.” Feng Yu got in the car and told the driver.

Fu Guangzheng left and didn't have time to say hello when he left. And that bartender, already a fool. He wanted to sneak up on the two paying boys and wonder if he could get some extra tips today. Now at first glance, it's like a butt on a horseshoe.

Pay a good reputation. Pay a good reputation. Pay a good reputation. Pay a good reputation. Pay a good reputation. Pay a good reputation. And the boss was originally from the club ~, and now he just wants to not be beaten by the boss too bad.

Fu Guang is helping Feng Yu buy this house in Xiangjiang, one room, one hall, that kind of big opening, is one of the most common household types on Xiangjiang side. Including the central platform, the usage area does not exceed 50 square meters.

It's not that Feng Yu doesn't want to buy better houses, it's just that near Xiangjiang University, the prices of better houses are a bit vague. Feng Yu is also a person anyway, just enough. Fu Guangzheng's recommended Half Mountain Villa Mansion, Feng Yu didn't even think about it, what can there be private roads, how safe, all blown.

If Xiangjiang had enough security, Superman Li's son wouldn't have been kidnapped ~! This proximity to the residential area of the police station is the safest. Anyway, Feng Yu didn't want to live with Fu Guangwei. His personal life was obviously chaotic.

The next day, Feng Yu woke up and found a very serious problem... he knew what class he was taking today, but didn't know where to take it!

Although he did not intend to be a good student, he could not stay away from classes and his reputation for Beijing University was not very good. Besides, Feng Yu really wants to hear how much this Xiangjiang University professor is capable of.

If professors have the skills, then there are always a few of these students who are exceptional, and perhaps a few satisfied talents can be found.

In Feng Yu's view, his business, including labor-intensive and capital-intensive car manufacturing, workers and money are not the most important, most importantly management, design, R&D, sales and other special talents, even grade 8 workers, Feng Yu felt less important.

If anyone can design a particularly attractive model, Feng Yu will certainly not be stingy rewarded. Feng Yu could even give a little equity if he could develop some leading technology.

What's the most expensive thing in the 21st century? Talent!

……

“This classmate, how do I get to the business school office?” Feng Yu grabbed a classmate and asked.

Feng Yu pulled the person to stop and looked up and down at Feng Yu: “Are you from the mainland? ”

“Yeah, come here to study. ”

“I don't know!”

Feng Yu felt strange looking at the person who leaned on his chin and left. I'm not messing with you, am I? It's just a place to ask, are you still classmates, about that attitude?

And from the mainland. Why, geographic discrimination?

Feng Yu knows that this situation did not improve until after the millennium. Because before and after Xiangjiang's return, many people from mainland China came to Xiangjiang to work, with less pay, but more efficient, while Xiangjiang's bosses went to the mainland to build factories, especially Guancheng, called world-class factory cities.

This has also led to a linear rise in unemployment among Xiangjiang locals, affecting the lives of many Xiangjiang people. Instead of reflecting on themselves, they complained that the Mainlanders had taken their jobs.

If you're really capable, don't you get paid well?

No major city can hold its own, including New York, the most prosperous city in the world, with massive numbers of outsiders and foreigners.

And in fact, without the support of the Mainland, how could a place as big as the Xiangjiang River be so prosperous? After the economic crisis in Xiangjiang, if it wasn't for support in the interior, it would have been over. At this time, the Xiangjiang people began to face reality and to continue their efforts.

Most people who are able to work in the interior have found that the interior is far less likely than they think, and even more likely than the Xiangjiang River.

Feng Yu shook his head and continued to blindly look for him. If he could not find it, then he would be cured to call Guangwei.

Several times in a row, after listening to Feng Yu's accent, he was reluctant to communicate with Feng Yu. Feng Yu was helpless and finally asked for directions in English before he heard the place.

……

“Dr. Smith, I'm Feng Woo, an exchange student at the University of Mainland China, and I don't know where every class is.” Feng Yu said embarrassingly. Shit, Fu Guangzheng is too unreliable, and I blame myself for not looking at that schedule yesterday. It only has time and discipline on it, and it doesn't say where to go to class!

“Are you Feng Woo? Now, at this time, you should be in class. Here's your professional schedule.” Dr. Smith said unhappily.

“I came to report yesterday, and no one gave me a detailed schedule.” Feng Yu explained.

“Go to class first, we'll talk about this later.” Dr. Smith is an external teacher at business school, a PhD in economics at Oxford, England, and a Xiangjiang, but he likes to be called his English name, the sign on his desk, and the English name.

He didn't like Feng Yu very much. He came to Xiangjiang University from a backward place like the Mainland. What a great opportunity, I don't know.

If this Xiangjiang returns to the mainland, I don't know what it will look like. Look at the qualities of these continents. There's no detailed curriculum. Why didn't you know yesterday? Fortunately, there is one country, two systems, or Xiangjiang will be doomed!

I feel that the teacher of this business school doesn't seem to like me very much either. Feng Yu doesn't care to leave. If this Smith hadn't said to Feng Yu, "Go to class first," and made Feng Yu feel like a responsible teacher, he really wanted to ask, what does that mean?

Find the classroom, the first lesson is over, Feng Yu takes the second lesson directly. When he saw that there was an empty space behind him, he walked over and sat down.

“Classmate, my name is Feng Yu. Where is the teacher?” Feng Yu asked the classmate next door.

“Are you from the mainland? ”

Feng Yu frowned: “Well, what's wrong? ”

“Exchange student? ”

“Exchange students. ”

“Oh.” The classmate said, packing up and changing to the next seat.

Oh, shit. Isn't that fucking annoying? From the mainland. Why? I told you to piss you off? The discrimination isn't over, is it?

Feng Yu's temper also came up. He immediately took his texts and moved next to the classmate.

“You stay away from me. ”

“What if I say no?” Feng Yu picked his eyebrows. What, you want to fight again? Dude, one meter eight, one meter seven isn't here, skinny like a chick, scared of you?

“You Continental people, what a terrible quality! Just like the one I met the other day, dirty!” She also lifted her hair.

What's wrong with short hair? What's wrong with the inch? Soil and gas? Long hair like yours is fashion? Where the fuck is this distortion coming from? Short hair, I can't cool off!

“Who do you think is poor?” Feng Yu was angry.

“You, Continental Chan! ”