Of course, Han Xiaomin would not hide from Wan Changsheng. At most, he wanted to keep a secret and wanted to tease this guy: "Some people deliberately wanted to make things worse, and even submitted petitions to the education department in the city to criticize this formalism in order to obtain a doctoral degree awarding point. They have a large number of sudden recruitment of young doctoral teachers, but they do not consider the professional teaching level of these people. They just blindly pursue quantity, causing a decline in teaching quality..."

Wan Changsheng nodded when he heard this: "The words are right."

Han Xiaomin regretted that Tie was not strong: "You taught me to see the essence from the surface! Of course, this would be wrapped in a layer of hypocritical things. Who is criticizing this? It is not a doctor or a student, but a leader who decided to do this!"

Wan Changsheng: "Who asked to do this mess?"

Han Xiaominyuan is more clear about the ins and outs of Wan Changsheng in a foreign land: "This matter must be related to the old dean. It cannot be that the department chairs of Lao Guo and Lao Zhao can decide separately, but you should be clear that it is true that the college hopes to have a doctorate. The system also requires that the college must have a certain number of doctoral students. So Lao Huang agreed to do this, which is actually true, right?"

Wan Changsheng likes to discuss with reasoning people: "Well, what do you mean is that the old dean has made the decision, but if it is done, it is distorted?"

Han Xiaomin analyzed it with great confidence: "That's necessary. The document has been applied for the president. At most, the leaders of the institute held a meeting to discuss it. Maybe this is still an important project that is very urgent and feasible. I know that Shumei wanted to compete for a doctorate last year, but it was taken away by another art academy in the west that is far less famous than Shumei. They gathered the efforts of the whole province to coordinate. Shumei was so mean that they thought they were famous and had a strong brand. As a result, in the first stage, they were stunned because the number of doctors did not meet the standards. This year, forcing the number of doctors has become an inevitable move. To be honest, good doctors are willing to come to Shumei? They are not good in first-tier cities such as Pinghupeng? And they have real research results and academic value are now willing to go to Europe and the United States to gilt. Those who are willing to come to Shumei are basically... Oh, you know?"

She is always capable, and she also has a bit of teasing charm when she says two ohs.

Wan Changsheng had no leisure to make fun of: "Oh, what's next?"

Han Xiaomin is really growing rapidly: "Okay, let's look at this matter now. It is impossible to target Lao Huang. He is a national-level famous artist with a unique status. There are no doubt that this little thing will not affect his reputation. Then there are only two possibilities to seize this matter and make a fuss. The first person in charge is targeted. If you require strict investigation and handling, you must get these people in charge to take the blame. Regardless of whether there is any trick in it, they will take the blame anyway, but is the benefit behind doing this a little small?"

Wan Changsheng drove the car and thought, "All of you are like a fairy like Zhuge, can I be lazy, or will it take more brains?"

Han Xiaomin's conclusion was: "The second is to overturn the practice of professional artists as deans. This matter is not aimed at Lao Huang, but targeting this seemingly unreasonable practice. If this is a college leader who knows how to manage and has strong administrative management capabilities, such a problem would not arise. This is the fundamental solution to the romantic lazyism of artists in power. Will this be revealed?"

Wan Changsheng could only pat the steering wheel and shout 666: "Gao! It's really high. I wish Chief Clerk Han a step-by-step promotion in the future!"

Among the four competitors, three of them are professional, so it is still a bit conspiracy theory.

Han Xiaomin replied to him: "Hate! But the school public opinion deliberately involves you. In addition to hitting Lao Guo's arms, it also has the possibility of smoke. I think the main purpose is the second one. It is not ruled out that this kind of public opinion was created by the Chinese Painting Department."

Wan Changsheng quickly became serious: "What do you think I should do?"

Han Xiaomin was almost shaking his feather fan: "The four competitors can of course go to the Secretary Wu to show their loyalty. Anyway, you have such a good relationship with Lao Guo, so it's okay to bet more. In this way, three of the four competitors have a good relationship with you, and they won't lose money in the future. However, this messy and messy situation will be exposed to the city education leadership department. Who will benefit the most? Taking advantage of the worst waters is often the one with the worst strength to use this method of burning the boat. Zhao Leilei is the least there, right?"

Wan Changsheng quickly helped his brother prove: "He doesn't know how to deal with these tricks, I absolutely believe in his character."

Han Xiaomin smiled: "It is an unwritten practice in the whole country to be the leader of the institute. It is just the kind of Pingjing Drama Academy that is too important. The top leader is a senior leader and the executive vice president must be an artist like Director Xi, so it is difficult to change. It is a big game of chess planning from here. It is not something that little shrimps like us can understand, so I don't think this is like what Secretary Wu can do. Since you say Zhao Leilei

If you don’t do this, then only Lao Zhao will be left. I can understand it. The leaders can understand it more easily. Then this situation is very interesting. Why is Zhao Leilei such a non-existent competitor? The criticism of the leader is a shadow that confuses Secretary Wu. The public opinion about you is to reduce Lao Guo’s points, but he did nothing to Zhao Leilei. At least it means that there is no problem with him. Sometimes such inconspicuous people will handle everything silently."

Wan Changsheng was shocked by the sixth feeling of this woman, and quickly mixed it with the mud: "After going over and over, you are guessing, we won't have the right to speak for these things. Just tell me what should I do to face such rumors?"

Han Xiaomin actually said: "I just found a reason to chat with you, and I also suggested that if you go to communicate with Secretary Wu, you can ensure that the relationship between the three parties is good. Unless Lao Zhao takes office, any other rumors will be in front of the trust of the leader, right?"

Wan Changsheng thanked: "I won't show my presence anymore, it means I won't be a big deal if I don't do anything, right?"

Han Xiaomin smiled and said, "You can't do anything, but you must have a role in the storm. Who told you to be so outstanding and can't escape it."

Wan Changsheng really didn't care. It was rare to send Ge Ning away, so he went to Jia Huanhuan for dinner. It was the weekend.

Who knew that Jia Huanhuan said that she had driven to the Cultural and Creative Park a long time ago, took several of her roommates to admire Zhong Mingxia, and went to the night market to play. It was so exciting to listen to Zhong Mingxia's description.

Fortunately, it is a coincidence for Wan Changsheng.

It was already past eight o'clock when we arrived, and the night fell and the colorful lights were on.

The masterpiece of the design team uses a row of three-story buildings next to the park square to pull a few iron wires from above to let rows of lights hang throughout the square. However, as long as the rope is pulled during the day, rows of lights can be hung on the building walls, which seems to be decorative on purpose.

There is a vast sky during the day, and it is easy to create a joyful atmosphere at night.

The final result was a night market vendor truck around the square two circles. Most of them were fried noodles and snacks, barbecue spicy hotpot and other foods. There were large pieces of plastic tables and chairs in the middle. The customized style looked quite high-end. Although it was an outdoor model, it was said that some of them were still stolen. So now the number management has been strengthened. Several chairs were tied under each table with iron chains, which also ensured that the empty table would not be misappropriated.

If it is just a snack area, it is not enough to attract tourists. Some old movies can be played on the open air curtain, and singing can be performed. Many stalls sell travel souvenirs, and fortune tellers are mixed in.

It was easy to transfer the evening bustling center of Ganghua Street immediately.

Many white-collar workers who live here commuted and got off the bus after commuting and getting off the bus, and happily came here to have some supper before going home.

So after the trial business on the last day of National Day, I decided to start on the weekend first, and then look at the reactions of the surrounding citizens before deciding whether to increase the density.

Didn’t Guanyin Temple also set up stalls in the square in front of the gate? It’s just that there are never any evenings. After all, there are basically no pilgrims who come to Guanyin Temple to worship, and the fellow villagers in Guanyin Village are not so hard to work day and night.

So Wan Changsheng naturally likes this atmosphere. He parked the car and came out. Then first of all, he saw Beheye wearing a veil and hang out with Jia Huanhuan and the others!

Then they occupied the tables and chairs, and they actually guarded the fried noodle shop, which was Hayat busy with the work!

Did the feudal slave society force the maids into decathlon-like tonics?

But I still have to walk over. Jia Huanhuan cheered when she saw it: "It's delicious! Hayat has been studying in Pingjing for four years and has been working in a fried rice noodle shop in Xijiang. It's super delicious!"

Beheye only showed his eyes, but even with such a little expression, she could also show a simple and simple smile.

Whenever the fat sister finished a portion of fried rice noodles, she would wear gloves to help serve it on the table. Wan Changsheng found that Hayat was a little nervous, but Beheye's acting skills were stable and he was even enjoying his own performance.

So Jia Huanhuan also took the initiative to help Wan Changsheng bring the bowl: "You can taste medium and spicy. Add some kimchi to celery. This is fried rice noodles with chicken, and I am spinach gluten. I borrowed this fried rice noodles restaurant to make it, but the spicy and sauce were brought by Hayat himself. I heard that it was made by Beheye himself at home..."

Wan Changsheng looked at Beheyena's slender fingers with red nail polish, combined with Selimei's comprehensiveness in serving people, so he believed that she could do housework.

But the stuff is really delicious!

Amyra was also there, and she helped the master to serve chopsticks with her novelty and enthusiastically. Wan Changsheng secretly swallowed his saliva under the eyes of a group of medical girls and Beheye, and then calmly picked up rice noodles. In fact, the thick and scented aroma of the sauce made Wan Changsheng want to swallow it.

The soft and sauce tastes like the mouth, and the juice is all there is to bite. The rich cumin spice flavor has a typical Western Regional characteristics, which makes Wan Changsheng unable to stop chopsticks and finish eating the big slutty bites of Xili.

He also had to take the time to come over with a look of expectation and thumbs up: "You can live a good life in China just by setting up a stall in this night market."

Hayat immediately became more and more aggressive: "Can I find some people from my hometown to open a restaurant with a West Asian style? We will definitely improve it according to the characteristics of the Western Xinjiang cuisine so that people here like to eat it."

What's the difficulty?

But Wan Changsheng glanced at Beiheye, who seemed to be busy recommending pepper and squid chicken to Jia Huanhuan, and he didn't care about the appearance here.
Chapter completed!