The Birth of Shanghai's First Conglomerate

Jiang Yilan is a third-year female college student in Shanghai.

She was wearing a slightly oversized outfit, and her head was always deliberately lowered, almost unconsciously.

Judging from her slightly delicate face, she is a school beauty.

Unfortunately, her evasive glances and slightly nervous demeanor revealed that she was clearly still a girl who lacked confidence.

This is actually quite normal. After all, Jiang Yilan was born in a mountainous area, and the best way she could think of to socialize in college was to use her hardworking hands to make some local specialties for her classmates.

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

The old principal must have had a reason for asking her to be his teaching assistant.

It was all rather deliberate, so there must be something about this girl that he needed help with.

My thoughts returned to my mind; let's focus on this lesson first.

Jiang Yilan gently told him that everything was ready.

Then she went to a front-row seat, which was also the seat closest to the podium.

Not only do they have to help maintain basic classroom order, but they also have to take notes during class.

That is, he recorded the questions his classmates asked and his own answers.

Many students came to watch out of curiosity when the new professor arrived.

Compared to teachers specializing in specific fields, Chen Pingsheng himself clearly doesn't know how to teach a particular subject.

He was simply answering questions to help more college students resolve their doubts.

Local students and out-of-town students each make up half of the class.

Chen Pingsheng even skipped the self-introduction and directly let the students ask questions.

The scope of the questions includes social practice, business operations, and the practical application of management.

And a whole host of topics in professional fields such as positioning marketing.

Because of the unusual way he taught, no one raised their hand for a long time, which made the classroom atmosphere somewhat awkward.

Even Zhang Changwen, Jiang Xiaodong, and Yang Hong, who were sitting in the back supporting the group, couldn't help but exchange a glance.

Let's see if we can find a student to help resolve this.

They had dinner together yesterday and considered themselves to have some connection with Lao Chen.

This is the time to offer help.

After waiting for a few minutes, a female student in the front row raised her hand to ask a question.

She was a third-year student, and the questions she asked were not very practical, and not even related to her major.

"Professor, I would like to ask how to quickly get a job at my ideal company."

This question couldn't be more relevant.

Chen Pingsheng asked her what her ideal corporate standards were.
High income, relevant to one's major.

Chen Pingsheng really wanted to say that while in school you rely on your grades, but after leaving school you rely on your parents. If your parents or family have any connections, these things are not difficult to achieve.

If not, then you can only rely on your own exceptional professional skills.

If you're not even qualified in your field, then there's no way to answer this question.

Because there are just too many college graduates every year.

Too lazy to rub salt in the wound, he simply answered that he didn't know.

There was a lot of discussion below, as no one expected the new professor's answer to be so outrageous.

Even they themselves can easily offer some explanations when faced with such a problem.

Anyone can reason with people!

The most useless thing for adults is to reason with them.

Therefore, Chen Pingsheng simply refused to answer questions that had no answers.

Oh... there's an even more direct way to do it easily.

That means you can apply for jobs with his business card, and he'll have no trouble getting into not only large companies but also financial institutions.

The first answer was a complete disaster.

Chen Pingsheng drew a funny image of Erpiya on his A4 paper.

At his level, he no longer needs to prove himself, much less preach those useless platitudes to young people.

"Professor, if we study a major but can't find a job related to it, what's the point of studying it?"

This time, another helpless senior student stood up, one of those who couldn't find a suitable job.

Chen Pingsheng said, "You chose a major because the university required you to study that major, but you can't find a job that matches your major because there is always a supply of such jobs in society that exceeds demand. Large companies have a limited number of professional positions. Instead of asking about this, you should find a stable job first and then seek a job that you are satisfied with."

The answer was essentially meaningless. The most frustrating thing is that all the people asking these questions are college students from other places.

Local students, on the other hand, clearly have better options.

These choices were not based on their own abilities, but rather on arrangements made in advance by their parents and relatives.

Everywhere you look, there are stories of college students and their migrant worker parents.

A lifetime of hard work to raise a college student, only to find upon graduation that they cannot find a satisfactory job that matches their major.

So what is the point of this learning?

I'm sure many people have this question in their minds.

I thought this new professor would be different from others, but his answers were not as good as those of the students around him.

The students can talk a lot of grand principles, but the professors themselves don't talk about any principles at all.

This is so disappointing.

A class is only forty-five minutes long, and it ends just as quickly at the beginning.

Many people leave disappointed, and the inevitable consequence is that they will never come back.

It even has a small-scale influence on those around them.

After class, Jiang Yilan tidied up the classroom thoroughly.

Then he followed Professor Chen to his office.

Chen Pingsheng asked her, "Why did you come to be a teaching assistant?"

"I...I want to learn more!"

"Oh, so you're learning things just to get a job at a big company?"

No...no...

Jiang Yilan quickly waved her hand, "I want to lead the people of my hometown out of that mountainous area after graduation."

"Is your area very poor?"

"Not really. When I was a child, I only had to walk five kilometers to get to school."

She was quite satisfied.

This isn't considered impoverished; it's already reaching the level of extreme poverty.

There are actually many such places in China, but most people don't know about them.

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

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

Jiang Yilan was still a little nervous, and a bit naive.

She speaks with a slight stutter, but she is also the kind of person who is gentle and weak.

She's not very good at accurately expressing her needs; she'll just answer whatever you ask.

Her answers reflected her true feelings.

"Are you from Sichuan?"

"Yes." His hometown accent was very obvious; you could tell just by listening.

Jiang Yilan's ability to go from a small mountain village to a bustling city like Shanghai for university is inseparable from the support of most of her villagers.

Every time she returns to the village, she's treated like a celebrity.

The old village chief would always wait for her at the village entrance; no wonder she set such an ideal.

Despite being extremely poor himself, he was single-mindedly focused on helping the villagers escape the mountains.

This ideal is, frankly, far greater than that of the average person.

Chen Pingsheng told her to leave first, and there was indeed a reason why the old principal arranged for her to be a teaching assistant.

Helping a group of people escape the mountains is not something a delicate girl like her could accomplish.

Soon after, Zhang Changwen, Jiang Xiaodong, and Jiang Hong arrived.

I also comforted him and told him not to worry too much, that it was okay to fail the first lesson.

Chen Pingsheng didn't consider himself a failure; he just didn't like to preach those empty platitudes to young people.

That doesn't mean his answer was bad; those are clearly two different concepts.

Oh well, he didn't seem to care much.

Anyway, he only teaches a maximum of two classes a day; most of his time is spent dealing with his own company's affairs. (End of Chapter)