"I heard that you recently joined an association?" In the cafeteria of the Institute of Microelectronics, Nie Yun and Nie Chuan met for dinner. This was the rare time the two brothers could spend together. Nie Yun looked up, stuffing food in his mouth, and glanced over.
Nie Yun was not interested in what happened at the student level. Although he understood that college life had all kinds of aspirations and dreams of the last ivory tower period, from Nie Yun's perspective, those were all things of the past. All those things that belonged to Bai Yueguang were not as important as the six pence that was imminent to make a living.
"Yeah." Nie Chuan responded straightforwardly.
Nie Yun looked at his brother strangely and said jokingly, "I have no objection to you setting up a club, but why would you give up the presidency to someone else? This is not like you. Besides, your association doesn't seem to have a very good reputation."
This kind of thing about freshman clubs is somewhat circulated among students. It is something that should not exist in USTC, but there is also a lot of negative information because it is concentrated in the atmosphere of USTC, and it is still a condemnation of freshmen for not studying hard.
Of course, Nie Yun knew his younger brother very well. Although he was gentle, he was just as proud as he was. If everyone had nominated him to be a leader, he would have agreed on a whim. But in another situation, he would not even join in the beginning if he had to help a freshman.
"These are just rumors spread by people who don't know the situation. His name is Cheng Ran. He is the top scorer in Sichuan Province this year. He did not go to Tsinghua University or Peking University, but to the University of Science and Technology of China. When he was in high school, he set up the Tianxingdao Club, which was very famous in Chengdu. Later, when Bluedot Linux was listed, he was the promoter. He has a lot of ideas and strong organizational skills. I also agree with his ideas. Now I have organized some people in Tianxing Club to do outsourcing, mainly to polish the team, and the subsidies are real. For some people, it is very important."
Listening to Nie Chuan's talk about Cheng Ran opening a gym and the Blue Dot team's operations, Nie Yun was stunned for a long while. Finally, he sighed and said, "It's really a bit special."
But he paused, frowned and said, "But the problem now is that our project is about to start PSPICE simulation analysis. At this stage, we have to close it internally. Chen Yue wants you to turn down your duties at Tianxing Society and join the team."
Many people were surprised that Nie Chuan, who had won numerous awards in college, joined the Tianxing Society formed by freshmen. At least his name was written in black on a white background on the poster to help promote it. When the news reached the Institute of Microelectronics, the dean Chen Yue also heard the news.
Although Nie Chuan was just a handyman in his laboratory, he was under his watch, and Nie Chuan was also Nie Yun's younger brother. So Chen Yue asked the small boss of the laboratory to come over and tell Nie Chuan to withdraw from such miscellaneous activities.
"Brother, don't you know what the situation of the project is like? If your research has a direction, not just slogans, it would be fine. But the key is that you don't even have a direction. You keep changing plans. It's like using a rifle to shoot a fly 500 meters away. Let's first talk about the situation where you hit it with a single shot. Every time you shoot, it takes a lot of your effort. He is the one wielding the whip, and you are the ones fighting hard, but most of you know that the hope is very slim. And what is the situation now? A project without any direction, but all kinds of flags have been raised... Brother, Dad said that you should be down-to-earth in doing things, but I don't think this matter is down-to-earth. Brother, are you so sure?"
Nie Yun was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't know, but I have no choice."
How many people are forced to do things against their will because they have “no choice”.
Nie Chuan nodded, "If Dean Chen draws a line and the group is closed, and if we do this, we can't do anything else, then I... quit."
Nie Yun thought for a moment and said, "That's good. I don't have to hang myself on a tree. If I can't do anything and fail, I still have you. You still have a way. You still have my experience to learn from."
Nie Chuan asked, "If I reject Dean Chen, will it implicate you?"
Nie Yun shook his head. "I can still play a big role. He won't go too far. At the very least, you can find a mentor who is not inferior to him. His influence is not so great that he can cover the sky with one hand in HKUST. Or you can just choose another school to study for a master's degree or a doctorate. What can he do to you? After this, you have to rely on yourself to make your way."
Nie Chuan nodded.
Nie Yun's eyes were gentle.
Many of the people who have made great achievements in these professional fields in China are like him, who have paved the way through successive failures and have lived a lifetime in obscurity.
Many of the top students in their families who live in remote areas and have been raised by their parents with hard work, go to university, and their families live frugally and they themselves live prudently until they are awarded a master's or doctoral degree, and then embark on a professional path that cannot even guarantee their life and future.
And you can’t give up. If you give up, the hope of your family, the honor of being an outstanding college student in the region, and the life journey of the first half of your life will all be abandoned halfway. This is also the reason why bullying occurs in many academic circles, because it is a buyer’s market, and many people do odd jobs for their supervisors, and they have no choice but to walk on a narrow road in life. And going forward, a major is dead, and it is common for it to be stagnant. The top ones occupy it, and the people below can’t move up. Those who are trapped are those who struggle to escape the fate.
"Do what you want to do, you are free."
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"Just like that, I told everyone about the world situation every day, the multipolarization evolution of one superpower and many strong countries, and the people in capitalist countries who were in dire straits. Everyone couldn't hold it back anymore, and their subjective initiative was mobilized. They didn't want to waste their university years, so they instigated the establishment of an association. I became the president, and now I'm the president. Do you want to call me president?" When chatting with Jiang Hongshao on the transoceanic phone, Cheng Ran felt like he was calling Jiang Hongshao by imitating the sound of a cat. There was a sense of fun and evil blessed by the souls of two lives.
"No, Mr. President, you sound weird... and a little perverted." Jiang Hongshao's clear voice came from the phone, "I have seen in the group chat of the No. 10 Middle School alumni group that some former alumni of No. 10 Middle School want to join you... But it's quite interesting. Yale has the 322 Skull and Bones Society, Oxford has the Bullingdon Club, Harvard University has the Porellian Club, and in Central South University of Science and Technology, there is your Tianxing Society... It sounds very interesting!"
Come on, don’t forget the life motto of the girl on the other end of the phone, which is that she has no resistance to interesting things.
Then in the second half, Lao Jiang explained his thoughts on the other end, "If I were to write a slogan, I would say this: In our world, not everyone is equal. There is a group of people who contribute their wisdom and strength to form an organization hidden in the secular world.
Because of their special status, members of the organization can often grasp the truth of the world more accurately than ordinary people. They know more about human beings and the rules and secrets of the universe. How powerful are their forces? No one knows.
We only know that when they sit together for a meeting, they can decide the direction of the market, the direction of the technological revolution, the beginning and end of a war, and even change the direction of human history...
All seemingly regular changes in human development, exciting human milestones, or the calm and natural direction of world affairs are actually controlled and manipulated by them.
Some of them are great scientists whose names will go down in history, some are powerful politicians or leaders of great nations, some are heads of business empires, and some are great writers with vigorous writing skills…”
Hearing Jiang Hongshao's high interest, Cheng Ran responded with a smile, "Sure, sure... Tianxing Society really missed out on a capable person like you."
"It's a vacant position. Does your association have a secretary general or something like that? Can you leave one for me?"
Cheng Ran automatically substituted the keyword "secretary", "Okay, okay... Then the president will appoint you. From now on, Jiang will be the secretary general. The position is reserved for you, and you can take up the position at any time."
The Tianxing Club movement that Cheng Ran made at the University of Science and Technology was mentioned by someone in the Tenth Middle School alumni group. At first, an alumnus sent a message to Cheng Ran out of the blue, asking if Tianxing Club would give preferential treatment to Tenth Middle School alumni in recruiting new members. Immediately, some lurkers came out, some asked what was going on, and some shouted "President Cheng" and other things to stir up trouble. In short, when everyone talked about Cheng Ran, they would be much more excited. First of all, he was a rare topic figure in Tenth Middle School in recent years and was on the news. Secondly, Cheng Ran was actually not aloof. After all, the atmosphere of a large group of people shouting "The Return of the Condor Heroes" on the eve of graduation largely brought back memories of that warm summer.
There is a saying later that at that time, when people in Chengdu No. 10 Middle School mentioned "The Return of the Condor Heroes", they all knew who it was talking about.
Everyone just joked around, and sometimes Cheng Ran would jump out to respond, creating a more lively atmosphere. Lao Jiang, on the other hand, rarely spoke in the group chat.
But it was just right. Everyone knew that she was actually in Yunshan. Sometimes she might frown at their teasing on the Internet, and sometimes she might smile slightly at some witty remarks. Just thinking about what she might look like, everyone felt excited to participate and have fun.
The two were on the phone, their computers were on, and the group was full of noise. At this moment, a few "active elements" were communicating.
"You said Cheng Ran is already the president, will he hire a secretary for personal reasons?"
"It's very likely. Anyway, I've heard from our roommates recently that many girls have been asking about the registration... There are also many high-quality ones, but I don't know how Brother Cheng will choose..."
"It must be different, with a protruding front and a curved back..."
"What do you mean?"
"They have everything that should be well-proportioned. Brother Cheng already has one, so maybe there will be something different..."
After seeing this conversation, Cheng Ran just wanted to cover his forehead.
Sure enough, Lao Jiang's charming and leisurely voice came.
"Cheng Ran, go and kill them..."