Chapter 452

"Mr. Ling is like this. After research, we decided to hire you as a visiting professor of our Academy of fine arts. Look at this... "Dean Wan told Ling Feiyu.

"Well, I'm not good enough. So it's better not to make mistakes. " Ling Feiyu didn't even think about it.

"How could it be a mistake. Mr. Ling, your carving level is on the outside. That's at the master level. So we want you to bring more students. This is also a way to train talents. You see, we have all the offers ready for you. " Dean Wan said with a smile.

"This is not good. I'm very busy. " Ling Feiyu quickly refused“ And it's true that I can carve. But it doesn't necessarily teach students. There are many people cooking dumplings in teapots. There's something, but it won't pour out. On the contrary, some people can teach students. So let it go. "

"Feiyu agreed to come down. It's no big deal. " Zhao Quan came in at this time. He is eager to have such an opportunity. In the future, I'll blow in front of my business partners. My son is a professor of Quancheng University. A professor in his twenties.

"Well, Dad, you know, I really don't have time." Ling Feiyu said with a bitter smile.

"There's nothing wrong with that. You come here for two classes in a week. It's just an afternoon. " President Wan said with a smile.

Looking at Zhao Quan's expectant eyes, what else can Ling Feiyu do. Only nodded and agreed.

"Now let's go through the formalities. And your salary. You are treated like a full professor. There will be more students in the future. " Dean Wan said with a smile.

"All right. I've been put on the shelf Ling Feiyu said with a bitter smile“ Don't blame me if you don't do it well. "

"Hey, how could that be. Professor Ling, go back and read some books about teaching. Take your time. Don't worry President Wan said with a smile“ So there's no problem with two classes in the afternoon the day after tomorrow? "

What else can Ling Feiyu say? He only nods and agrees. After a round of work, it was almost 12 o'clock at noon. Zhao Quan also invited Dean wan to the hotel for a drink.

"No, we all have jobs. When Professor Ling comes to class, we'll find a good evening to meet Professor Ling. " President Wan said with a smile. Ling Feiyu just left.

"Hey, you're a professor now. I'm Professor Ling's father. " Zhao Quan said excitedly. Now they're on the limousine back to the hotel.

"There's nothing to show off about." Ling Feiyu said with a bitter smile.

"There's something to show off, of course. We people can show off our money. Of course, show off who has culture. " Zhao Quan was elated“ Go ahead, son. I'll be a few more visiting professors in the future. "

"The visiting professor has nothing to show off. Not much gold. " Ling Feiyu shook his head.

"Not necessarily. You are a visiting professor with a lot of gold. And you go back and get a paper or something. Just publish on some authoritative platforms. That's all right. Quancheng University will give you the title of professor. Although you have something to do, you are still a visiting professor. But you are a real professor. " Zhao Quan said excitedly.

"What do I want this name for?" Ling Feiyu's dissatisfied way. He knew that his carving had caused a sensation at home and abroad. Publish a paper or something. It is estimated that Quancheng University will send up the professor's certificate in a hurry.

"It's not what you're going to do. This is what uncle Zhao needs. " Cloud spirit snow in a side Jiao voice way“ It won't cost you much anyway. I'll go back and get it tonight. Just publish it. "

"That's the only way." Ling Feiyu looks at Zhao Quan's expectant eyes. I can only nod and agree.

Ling Feiyu went back in the afternoon. At the time of leaving, Zhao Quan was still urging to get the paper out as soon as possible. Zhao Quan can also know that if Ling Feiyu wants to produce a piece of paper like this, it's a matter of one night.

It's not only because Ling Feiyu has great power, but also because his carving skills are really outstanding.

"What about the paper? What kind of papers are you working on? " Ling Yuyan doesn't understand what it is. She had lunch in the office. Ling Feiyu and Zhao Quan are in the dining room below.

"It's the university professor's papers, of course." Zhao Quan said the story with pride“ Feiyu is very good now. "

Ling Yuyan, it's called Qi. The better Ling Feiyu is, the less she can see that day.

"It's really worth your pleasure." Ling YuYan's feeble way.

Zhao Quan didn't feel it, but he said excitedly, "of course. My son can be so promising. That's me and his mother's good genes. "

Looking at the memory expression on Zhao Quan's face. Ling Yuyan knew that Zhao Quan was thinking of Ling Yuqiong again. It made Ling Yuyan angry.

"Lao Zhao, I don't know whether the child in my stomach is a man or a woman. I don't know how long it will take to find out. " Ling said. This is to divert Zhao Quan's attention.

"You don't know how long it will take to find out if you are a doctor." Zhao quanhun doesn't care“ Both men and women have to be born. What else would you do. I'd like to have a daughter. I already have a son. One more daughter would be perfect. "

"I can give birth to your daughter and son." Ling Yuyan said in a hurry, "do you have family planning now? Only one is born. We have three or five children. Can't we afford to raise them? "

Ling Yuyan wants to hit people and return tactics. More life here will definitely weaken Zhao Quan's feelings for Ling Feiyu. No matter whether Zhao Quan is better than Ling Feiyu to her children. One can't compare with the other. There are a group of people on this side. It must be different.

"Why do you have so many children. Let's talk about it then. " Zhao Quan didn't go to his heart at all.

Ling Yuyan wants to vomit blood, but there is no way. Can only accompany smiling face and Zhao Quan back to the office.

"It's a real trouble." Ling Feiyu complained as he drove back.

"What's the trouble. It's nice to have a professor's title Zhang Mingyue is very excited.

"You're happy. There's nothing to be happy about. " Ling Feiyu shook his head incomprehensibly.

Zhang Mingyue smiles with pride. I don't want to talk at all. She is also happy that Ling Feiyu has the title of professor.

Yes, they are all true practitioners. But we can't put the matter of the true cultivator on the table. Many of Zhang Mingyue's classmates have passed the exam. If she hadn't dropped out of school, it wouldn't have been a problem. Now my man is a professor, and it's hard to be so young. This can be shown off in front of students.