C4 He Came to the Technical School and Met Zhao Cheng

In the Shanghai railway station's office building, an old worker was sitting on a wooden chair. Next to him sat a 40 year old man in a Zhongshan suit. The two of them sat side by side and looked back at The Last Emperor that they had watched in the movie theater.

The old worker touched the tears at the corner of his eyes and laughed at himself. "Old Zhang, this movie looks like a crying movie. Look, I made you look ugly. "

This old worker's name was Zhao Cheng, born in 1945, born after the war against the Japanese. His grandfather had helped the Qing government to demolish the railway in his early years. Later, his father helped the Nationalist Party to repair the railway. After the establishment of the country, Zhao Cheng had been working with his father in Shanghai's railway department.

In a flash, Zhao Cheng had been working at the railway department for more than 20 years.

"This movie is touching. I wanted to invite you to take a look. " Zhang Hong, who was called Old Zhang, was the section chief of Shanghai's railway department.

"You don't have to say that. That saying that old Buddha foreigners came to repair the railway for us really hurts my heart. " Zhao Cheng picked up his stainless steel porcelain cup, took a sip, and looked at Zhang Hong.

"It is heart-piercing. But this is also a reminder for our railway people, a reminder that we must wash away this humiliation in a hundred years. "

Zhang Hong's words cause Zhao Cheng to raise his eyebrows, that's right, a hundred years ago, the Qing government ordered people to call them Eastern Asia Sick Man. At that time, even a screw in China was provided by foreigners.

Ever since the Armory Sea War, China had been humiliated for a hundred years.

China was not a country that retreated or lost. It was a country that was brave and willing to sacrifice itself. It was a country formed by a group of people who were willing to pay their country back with their lives.

The movie just happened to bring back memories, and these memories had to be strengthened in order to make China's railway people hold their breath, innovate, and finally be able to hold their heads high.

"Our generation has grown old, so we can only hate it in our hearts to bring it up. The key is that young man after us. They are the key to wash away the disgrace of the railway, Old Zhang. " Zhao Cheng patted Zhang Hong's shoulder.

"China is lacking in talent. We need to think about how to nurture the next successor of the railway. Old Zhao, I have written a talent nurturing plan to the organization. Take a look and see if it will work. " Zhang Hong took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Cheng.

"Oh? Could it be that you, the section chief of the railway technical department, want to change your profession and become the section chief of the Department of Education?" Zhao Cheng chuckled and took the letter.

"Take a look first. Do I have this material? If it works, perhaps I can really go to the Department of Education. " Zhang Hong replied half-jokingly and half-expectantly.

Zhao Cheng carefully read the words on the letter. It recorded the plan of how to train the students from the railway department to become designers. It also included the plan of how the technical school students would be trained to become engineers.

At first, Zhao Cheng was holding the letter with his left hand. As he read, he put down the teacup with his right hand and held the letter with both hands. He began to read word by word.

"Old Zhang, this is a combination of theory and practice. . . "

"Elder Zhao, what do you think are the flaws in this plan?" Zhang Hong smiled and pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, waiting for a better suggestion.

"I think. . . We need to bring less people and exemplaries. . . " Zhao Cheng raises his head to look at Zhang Hong first, "This plan of nurturing talents is not something that can be seen in a short period of time. You need to discuss with the Department of Education and see if they are able to organize experts to give regular lessons?"

"Are there any other experts?" Zhang Hong smiles brightly.

"Old Zhang. . . Why are you looking at me like that?" Zhao Cheng took a few steps back. Zhang Hong's gaze made his hair stand on end.

"I told the leader that the leader wanted to invite the experts from Beijing Traffic University's railway department to regularly tutor university students, Zhang Hong said. As for the students from our technical school. . . We need you, an experienced veteran expert, to guide them. " Zhang Hong patted Zhao Cheng's shoulder, "The organization has already decided to give you authority. Let you choose a talented student to guide you. "

"Old Zhang, you have already made preparations, wait for me to dance. . . " Zhao Cheng held the letter and waved it around, "You've already shown it to the leader, and you still want me to say something. "

"Hey, isn't this the saying that the strong work more?" Zhang Hong smiled, "If our bureau is able to nurture excellent designers and engineers, perhaps in the future there will be foreigners who will say to their Lord that the China people are here to repair the railway. You do not wish for that day to come?"

"You are the one who pulled me into a trap, alright? Since it is an organization's decision, I will pick a good student. Don't worry about that. " Zhao Cheng picked up the stainless steel cup and stood up. "This new student from the technical school will be here in a few days. I have to report to the school tomorrow. Do you have anything to convey? Old Section Chief?"

"Hi. . . Help us pick a few good students from the bureau. Is that enough?" Zhang Hong smiles.

"Alright. " Zhao Cheng smiled and shook his head as he walked out of the office. Zhang Hong, on the other hand, had a smile on his face.

Time flies, Su Jianguo had already studied in the technical school for half a year.

Su Jianguo who is gradually getting used to the life in the technical school is currently walking towards the dormitory with a thermos full of hot water. At this moment a young man riding a bicycle turns over. Due to not being able to brake in time, he crashes into Su Jianguo.

Su Jianguo did not notice it and the thermos hit the ground. With a "dong," his internal organs were broken into pieces all over the floor.

The young man riding the confident car hurriedly got off the car and apologized, "This student, I'm really sorry. I didn't notice when I was riding the car. . . "

"It's fine, it's fine. " Su Jianguo got up from the ground. Although he felt sorry for the warm bottle, he still chose to forgive.

"Student. . . Do you want me to compensate you for this warm bottle?" The young man who was riding the bicycle parked his bicycle and quickly walked toward Su Jianguo.

"This warm bottle. . . " Su Jianguo did not have the money to buy a warm bottle. At this time, he wanted to compensate, but he said it out loud.

"Since I broke it, naturally I will compensate you. How about this, you wait here for me for a while. I will buy one to pay you back. Don't go. " The young man noticed Su Jianguo's hesitation and hurriedly turned around. He got into the car and said that he wanted to buy a thermos for Su Jianguo.

At this moment, Su Jianguo could not leave and could not stay either. He could only stay where he was and watch the young man leave.

Being poor made Su Jianguo unable to ignore the predicament of not having a warm bottle. However, being poor also made Su Jianguo feel embarrassed. Because of a warm bottle, he felt awkward to be compensated by someone else.

At this moment, Su Jianguo felt an unprecedented discomfort in his heart. It was an embarrassment that he was unable to express.

Just like that, Su Jianguo packed up the broken warm bottle and placed the bile dregs into the plastic bag he carried with him. He stood there alone with a face full of worry.

Until the sun set, the young man who broke Su Jianguo's thermos did not appear. Su Jianguo sighed and picked up the broken thermos. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he did not expect that he would accidentally bump into Zhao Cheng, who had just finished class, after taking a few steps.

"Aiyo. . . "

Zhao Cheng staggered a few times and almost fell down. The fruit in his hand fell to the ground and scattered everywhere.

Su Jianguo shivered and looked at the fruit on the ground. He hurriedly put down the broken thermos and squatted down, apologetically picking up the fruit.

"Old mister. . . I'm sorry. . . I didn't do it on purpose. . . "

Zhao Cheng looked at Su Jianguo who was wearing a pair of relief shoes and his sleeves were tattered. He smiled indifferently and said, "It's fine. . . It's fine. . . "

Su Jianguo picked up the fruits and apologized, "Old sir, there are broken fruits here. . . Although I didn't bring enough money for the time being, I am a student of this school. I live in Room 302, Building 3. I will accompany you first. As for the rest. . . Please leave an address and I'll send it to you. "

"No need, Wang Yao said. Young man, a few fruits, it's fine. " Zhao Cheng waved his hand, not wanting Su Jianguo's compensation.

"No. . . Sir, I bumped into you and broke your fruits. I must compensate you. " Su Jianguo stubbornly handed the remaining money he had to buy the book to Zhao Cheng. This was the only remaining savings of Su Jianguo.

Zhao Cheng looked at the money in Su Jianguo's hands and smiled as he pushed it away. "It's just a small matter. Young man. . . I saw that your thermos bottle was broken, you should keep this money to exchange for new internal organs. "

Su Jianguo's face turned red. In a split second, Zhao Cheng turned around and left with a smile on his face.

Su Jianguo held the money in his hand and looked down at the broken warm bottle. He sighed. It seemed like he had bad luck today.

Zhao Cheng came to the principal's office of Hangzhou's railway technical school. As soon as he entered, he saw an old man in Zhongshan clothing holding a magnifying glass and looking at the latest documents with red hair.

"Tsk tsk. . . You still want to use a magnifying glass to read the article? Didn't your old partner give you a pair of reading glasses?" Zhao Cheng leaned against the table. At this moment, the two old men, who were 45 years old, were like two old kids, and they were very familiar with each other, but they also played jokes naturally.

"Matched with reading glasses?" The principal, Cui Jin, narrowed his eyes and put down the reading glasses in his hands. "Do you think I'm suitable to wear reading glasses?"

"Why not? With your handsome face and glasses, you look like a gentleman. " Zhao Cheng took out a pack of cigarettes from his handbag and handed it to Cui Jin. "Here, old thing. I brought it for you from Shanghai. "

"You're still good to me. You know how good I am. " Cui Jin took the pack of cigarettes and unceremoniously lit one, "Oh. . . Shanghai cigarettes are still the best. "

"I don't need reading glasses now?" Zhao Cheng burst into laughter.

"I won't make a mistake even if I close my eyes to light the cigarette. " Cui Jin laughed.

"You feel that I'm good to you now?" Zhao Cheng lit a cigarette himself and spat out a smoke ring. He raised his eyebrows.

"By the way, you arrived a few days earlier than last year. What's the matter?" Cui Jin flicked the cigarette ash. He was waiting for Zhao Cheng to tell him the reason for his visit. Cui Jin's desk had a talent training program issued by the central government.

If Cui Jin's estimation was correct, Zhao Cheng most likely came from Shanghai to convey the instructions of Shanghai's railway department.

"Nothing much. I'm just asking you. You have a good student here who loves studying and working. " Zhao Cheng had just seen the red hair file. Talent Education. It seems like Cui Jin also received the Iron Road Bureau's talent training plan. Looks like this Zhang Hong has arranged everything.

"Student? Old Zhao, this time you only bring cigarettes. I can't just casually give you my school's good seedlings. " Cui Jin smiled as he leaned back on the sofa, waiting for Zhao Cheng to explain the reason for the talent training program this time.

After all, when the policy was passed down, it needed to be interpreted. As for Zhao Cheng, he came from Shanghai's railway department, so he was most qualified to explain this matter clearly.

Zhao Cheng also understood that Cui Jin was saying this because he wanted to understand the purpose of this policy even more.