Chapter 141: Chapter 141: Another speech
To paraphrase a popular phrase, Feng Yiping really wanted to ask Su Yong, 'Do your parents know about this?'
Furthermore, he had at most worked in a factory in the south for a while. He had money and leisure, and played here and there. Nowadays, workers' rights and interests are not as well protected as they were later. It was common for factories to withhold ID cards upon entry and not let you leave the factory. At most, you could go to Litchi Park and take a photo with the giant portrait of the chief designer. freēwēbnovel.com
Showing off like this in front of Feng Yiping is almost the same as showing off to a master.
However, some people were still attracted by his experiences. For example, Wang Jinzhu often asked questions. When she saw someone joining in the fun, Su Yong talked even more about sex. However, Huang Jingping was still unmoved and quietly switched seats with Wang Jinzhu and sat in the middle.
Su Yong was so embarrassed that a flush appeared on his dark face. However, he didn't want to offend Wang Jinju, so he continued to chat away.
Feng Yiping and Xiao Zhijie snickered to themselves, thinking, 'Told you to treat yourself like a person.
In the end, some of the applicants for the designer position did come up with their own design proposals. Mei Yiliang and the others eliminated some that were obviously not up to scratch, and sent back thirteen proposals to Feng Yiping – a number that is considered unlucky in the West. Of course, Feng Yiping didn't care at all.
In the evening, the three of them looked at the proposals in Room 502. It had to be said that the Chinese people's various 'haos' seemed to be truly brought from the bone. More than half of the thirteen proposals have a high degree of convergence with the tastes of the local tyrants in the Middle East. What annoys people is that although Feng Yiping is 'haohao', he is not 'haohao' to a high degree, and it seems a bit off-kilter and inartistic. It's like getting used to the long-winged black hats of our dynasties and then seeing the hats of officials from the feudal eras of Vietnam and North Korea around you, it's very jarring.
Apart from that, there are a few more, and the overall effect looks very familiar to Feng Yiping, but he can't quite remember where he's seen it before. It suddenly occurs to him just before going to sleep. I see, no wonder it looks so familiar, isn't it exactly the appearance of the various nightclubs that have just sprung up now? It seems that these people are either regulars in those places, or they long for those places.
Only two designs caught Feng Yiping's eye. One was dominated by a silver-grey colour scheme and had a very modern feel. It mainly involved reworking the exterior walls, giving the small building a sense of grandeur and depth, and making it look very professional at first glance.
The other design took a different approach, with an overall design that was particularly well-suited to the surrounding environment, and was exquisite and clever.
After much thought, Feng Yiping chose the first one. Exquisite is not a bad thing, but in this day and age, only a small number of people have just become rich, and most people don't have much substance.
Exquisite really isn't their cup of tea. It's like Feng Yiping now spending money to invite Feng Zhenchang and the others to go eat high-priced RB cuisine. They would definitely look down on it, thinking it's so stingy, with such a tiny portion of each dish, and making such a big deal out of it with all the rules.
So the first one is still the best, generous and professional, it is meant to impress those who come to the company. However, the designer of the second one is also quite talented, and his work should be kept.
Feng Yiping was a little excited at the thought that the decoration company was finally on the right track and would no longer be operating in a guerilla fashion. This was a direction in which he had high hopes.
He thought about it for a while, then got up from the bed and turned on the light. He wrote a letter to Li Jiagao and Zhiyi. They still hadn't found anyone at the bank. He wanted to ask Li Jiagao if they had any classmates at the University of Political Science and Law. Generally speaking, the proportion of second-generation officials of all kinds was high at the University of Political Science and Law, so maybe there were children of senior bank officials there?
During morning study, Wang Yumin called Feng Yiping outside again to talk. 'In the next two days, write a speech. The principal asked me to tell you to speak at the opening ceremony.'
Feng Yiping instinctively refused to do something that seemed to his classmates to be a show-off: 'Why me again? Let someone else do it!'
'What's wrong with you? Don't you know this is an honour? No one is going to pass it on to someone else. Just do a good job and let me read it when it's finished,' Wang Yumin said. She suddenly felt a little awkward when she said 'you', because Feng Yiping, who was standing in front of her, was already a head taller than her.
'What good thing is Teacher Wang looking for you for?' Xiao Zhijie and Zhang Qiuling, the gossiping couple, asked him as soon as they sat down.
'Writing a speech, I really can't do it. Hey, why don't you discuss it with your principal and take his place?'
To be honest, Zhang Qiuling really wanted to take his place. As Wang Yumin said, this is really an honour for ordinary students.
'Who are you mocking? You can't write?' Zhang Qiuling looked at him angrily, "You were well-received when you spoke spontaneously in the first grade, so how could you not do well if you write in advance?'
Xiao Zhijie added, "Don't mind him, he's just showing off!'
Feng Yiping raised his hand, 'I was wrong, you two are a perfect team, I can't compete with you!'
Xiao Zhijie beamed with joy, and Zhang Qiuling was once again being really stubborn.
However, Feng Yiping really didn't want to do this. There was no pay, and it was possible to cause resentment, so why bother?
Since he couldn't get out of it, he might as well write a good speech! Feng Yiping certainly didn't want to write in the tone of a teacher, nor did he want to say something like 'Chicken Soup for the Soul'. Therefore, if he really wanted to touch his classmates, he still had some difficulty thinking of what to write in the speech.
The opening ceremony was held on a Saturday, and the sun was shining brightly. Fortunately, Feng Yiping was sitting in the front row, and the shadows of the sycamore trees just covered the front rows. As for the students in the back, well, they were in a sauna!
It was still the same routine. After receiving the award for academic excellence, the principal stopped Feng Yiping. The first-year students in the audience looked at him with eager and somewhat envious eyes, while the second-year students looked indifferent. The third-year students were looking forward to it, while others looked uncertain.
Facing these siblings, Feng Yiping began his last speech at Liangjiahe Middle School off the cuff.
'I read Mr. Lao She's 'Teahouse', and some of the settings left a deep impression on me. For example, the son of the teahouse owner, who later became the teahouse owner himself, the son of the policeman, who also became a policeman, and the son of the hooligan, who also became a hooligan.'
Of course, Feng Yiping was just making it up. He had certainly never read 'Teahouse', a novel that makes people feel suffocated, but he had watched the TV series. However, once he mentioned it, it really attracted a lot of people.
'Of course, nowadays society is different, and there are more opportunities. It's not that if you're born a dragon, you'll be a dragon, or if you're not a carp, you won't jump into the Dragon Gate.
However, opportunities are always for those who are prepared. If we don't work hard, then as the descendants of farmers, we can generally only take over the hoe of our fathers and become farmers, or go to the city to become migrant workers.
From the current perspective, studying is the only way we can escape this fate. So, if you don't want to be a farmer again, don't want to be a migrant worker, and don't want your descendants to be farmers, then start studying hard now!'
'I heard a classmate singing a song today, and it said, 'What a painful realisation, you were once my whole world,' of course it was about love,'
Zhang Qiuling blushed as she said this, and raised her fist at him. 'But the lyrics also apply to us. Our whole world now is studying. I don't want everyone to be in the same situation in ten or twenty years' time, rushing around to make a living, and looking at those successful peers of the same age, and then thinking, 'What a painful realisation' that I didn't study hard enough now! Thank you all!'
After his short speech, there was no reaction from the audience. Feng Yiping didn't care at all. If just a few people were moved by his words, he would be very satisfied.