Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled

Chapter 563 - 358 Lesson 1

Jiang Yilan is a junior at Magic City University.

She wore an outfit that seemed a bit too large, and her head was often intentionally lowered without her realizing it.

From her slightly delicate face, one could tell she was a campus belle.

Unfortunately, from her inadvertent evasive gaze and somewhat nervous mood, it was clear she was still a girl who lacked self-confidence.

This was actually quite normal, after all, since Jiang Yilan came from a mountainous region, her best idea for socializing in university was to use her diligent hands to make some hometown specialties for her classmates.

It's just that no one seemed willing to accept her kindness.

The old president had called her to be his teaching assistant for a reason.

There must have been some deliberation involved; surely, there was something on this girl that he needed to help with.

Thoughts came back to his mind – focus on teaching this class well first.

Jiang Yilan also gently told him that everything was ready.

Then she took a seat at the front row, also the one closest to the podium.

Her tasks were not only to help maintain the basic order of the class but also to take minutes of the lecture.

That is, to record the questions from the students and his own responses.

With the arrival of the new professor, many students were curious and came to watch.

Compared to those teachers in professional fields, Chen Pingsheng obviously did not teach specific majors.

He was just using a Q&A method to clear doubts for more university students.

The classroom was evenly split between local and non-local students.

Chen Pingsheng skipped the self-introduction and let the students start asking questions directly.

Questions included social practice, business operations, practical application of management studies.

As well as a bunch of topics in professional areas such as targeted marketing.

Because of the unique method of his teaching, no one raised their hands for a good while, which made the classroom atmosphere a bit awkward.

Even Zhang Changwen, Jiang Xiaodong, and Yang Hong, who were sitting at the back to support the scene, couldn't help but exchange glances.

Wondering if they should prompt a student to break the ice.

They all had dinner together yesterday and felt they had some rapport with Old Chen.

This was the time to offer help.

After waiting for a couple of minutes, a female student in the front row raised her hand and asked a question.

She was a junior student, and her question was not too theoretical, not even a professional topic.

"Professor, I'd like to know how to quickly get a job with an ideal company."

This question was incredibly practical.

Chen Pingsheng asked her, what were her standards for an ideal company?

High income, matching her major.

Chen Pingsheng wanted to say that in school, grades matter but out of school, it's your parents' connections that count. If your parents or family had some influence, these would not be hard to achieve.

Without them, one can only rely on their strong professionalism.

Without expertise, the question is impossible to answer.

Because there are simply too many university graduates every year.

Not wanting to discourage her, he simply answered that he did not know.

The class was abuzz with discussion; they did not expect such an outrageous answer from the new teacher.

Even they could come up with something to say when faced with such a question.

Everybody knows how to preach principles!

The most useless thing for adults is conveying principles.

So, Chen Pingsheng simply chose not to answer these kinds of unanswerable questions.

Oh… there is also one most direct way that could easily accomplish this.

That is, to use his business card to apply for the job – not just at general big companies but also at financial institutions, which would open doors.

The first answer, a total disaster.

Chen Pingsheng drew a comical image of Er Piya on his A4 paper.

At his level, he no longer needed to prove anything, nor did he need to preach useless principles to the youth.

"Then, Professor, if we study a major and can't find a job that matches it, what's the point of studying that major?"

Another helpless senior student stood up, all too familiar with the struggle to find suitable work.

Chen Pingsheng said, "You chose a major because the university required you to pursue one, and you can't find a job that matches your major because there has always been an oversupply of such jobs in society. Major corporations have limited positions in the field, so instead of questioning this, it's better to find a stable job first and then seek one that satisfies you."

The answer was as good as no answer.

The most helpless fact was that those who asked these questions were all out-of-town university students.

And the local students, they clearly had better options.

These options were not about their own abilities, but because their parents and relatives had arranged everything for them in advance.

It's the story of university graduates and their peasant-worker parents everywhere.

After a life of hardship, they raise a college student, only to find at graduation that they can't find a satisfying job that matches what they studied.

Then, what's the point of all that education?

Probably many people have this doubt in their minds.

Originally thinking that this new professor would be somewhat different, the answer he gave turned out to be even worse than those from the classmates around.

The classmates could at least talk grandly about big principles, but the professor himself simply didn't discuss any sense at all.

It was so disappointing.

A class was just forty-five minutes, rushed at the start and likewise at the end.

Many people left disappointed, and what's for sure was that they would never come again.

Even influencing those around them within a small circle.

After class, Jiang Yilan tidied up the classroom spotlessly.

Only then did she follow Professor Chen to his office.

Chen Pingsheng asked her, "Why did you come to be an assistant teacher?"

"I, I want to learn more things!"

"Oh, are you learning things to get a job in a big corporation?"

"Not... not..."

Jiang Yilan quickly waved her hand, "I want to lead the people from my hometown out of the mountains after I graduate."

"Is your place very poor?"

"Not exactly, when I was little, I could reach the school just by walking five kilometers."

She was quite content with that.

That's not poverty, that's almost reaching the standard for extreme poverty.

There are actually many places like this in the country, it's just that most people don't know about them.

Chen Pingsheng then asked her, "How did you come to know the old principal?"

"I don't know him, it's just that I apply for financial aid for impoverished students every year, that's probably why."

Jiang Yilan was still a bit nervous and somewhat naïve.

When she spoke, she would get a bit tongue-tied, but she also had a weak and meek character.

Not adept at expressing her own needs directly, she would answer whatever you asked her.

And her answers were always what she truly thought in her heart.

"Are you a Sichuan girl?"

"Yes." Her hometown accent was very obvious, easily identifiable.

Jiang Yilan's journey from a small mountain area to studying at Shanghai University in the bustling Magic City could not have been possible without the support of most people in her village.

Every time she returned to her village, she was practically a celebrity.

The old village head would wait for her at the village entrance; no wonder she had set up such an ideal.

She was still especially poor herself, yet was wholeheartedly focused on helping the villagers leave the mountains.

This ideal can be said to be much more admirable than what ordinary people aspire to.

Chen Pingsheng told her to leave first; the old principal had reasons for arranging her to be an assistant teacher.

To help a group of people out of the mountains is hardly something a fragile girl like her could achieve.

Before long, Zhang Changwen, Jiang Xiaodong, and Jiang Hong all arrived.

They also comforted him not to take it too hard; failing the first class didn't matter much.

Chen Pingsheng did not consider himself a failure; he simply disliked giving young people those empty grandiose principles.

But that didn't mean his answers were bad; these were obviously two different concepts.

Forget it, he didn't really care.

Anyway, he had at most two classes a day; for the most part, he still needed to attend to his own group's affairs.@@novelbin@@