The morning is still sunny, and the sky is full of clouds in the afternoon. This is the weather before and after Qingming. Huai Ru took a stack of materials and was going to ask Fan Jun to sign. The dean and the head of the department went on a business trip together, so the task of the School of Management naturally fell to Fan Jun, who is the vice dean.
Huairu had just entered the office when he suddenly heard a "bang", and saw fragments of the teacup splashing all over the ground. Standing among the piles of ceramic shards, he seemed a little cramped and awkward for a moment.
In the office at this moment, Fan Jun and Yang Xiude were staring at each other, obviously Huai Ru came at an inopportune time.
"Sorry to interrupt. You guys talk first, I'll come back later." Huairu stepped back a few steps, about to leave.
"No! Teacher Shi, don't leave, just stay here! They say that you are a decent person, so it's better for you to judge. Is it because I am making trouble for no reason!" Yang Xiude put on a gesture that he did not want to calm things down at all.
In fact, Yang Xiude is a colleague of Huai Confucianism. Many years ago, he studied for a doctorate in Germany, and then worked as a postdoctoral fellow for about six or seven years, but he has not found a formal teaching position for a long time.
A few years ago, he managed to apply for the talent introduction plan at Shencheng University's European recruitment session, and finally returned to China through the "Thousand Young Talents of the City".
Don't look at the students who see Yang Xiude on weekdays, they also call "Professor Yang". In fact, he just enjoys the treatment of a professor, and the real nature of his work is more like a temporary lecturer than an establishment.
According to the contract signed before entering the school, Yang Dexiu is following the model of "either get promoted or leave". That is to say, within six years, he needs to publish a sufficient number of high-level first-authored signed articles, and at the same time, after completing the established teaching tasks, the school's review committee will evaluate whether to grant a deputy senior title.
The non-promoting or leaving mode evolved from the American university professor title evaluation standard as a reference. All the purposes are nothing more than colleges and universities trying their luck to keep the real elite talents and persuade them to retreat.
This is almost a common phenomenon in domestic colleges and universities today - postdoctoral fellows who come back from abroad get together every year, but the annual sub-high indicators are pitifully small.
"You just can't see my evaluation of the deputy high school! How did you tell me during the interview? You said that as long as I don't make any mistakes within six years, I can write articles well, take a class, and it's nothing to be evaluated by the deputy high school. But now? Just say that the level of scientific research needs to be improved, and the teaching attitude needs to be improved, so I will be dismissed! What is this?! This is dismissing me as a fool, and I will be a ghost if I believe it!" Yang Dexiu was angry. He slapped the table soaringly, roaring hoarsely.
"Mr. Shi, you are here today, so it's a coincidence. You're giving the judgement, and to be fair, don't you think they're doing too much? They're bullying people!"
Hearing this, Huai Ru stared at Yang Dexiu's thin figure, his thin arms and thighs were as thin as a compass, as if they could fall off if touched.
Perhaps because he was too angry, or he lacked confidence when speaking, his shoulders were always slightly curled inward, showing a self-defensive posture to the outside world.
"Mr. Yang, you are still young, and there are plenty of opportunities. Let's talk slowly if we have something to say, don't worry." Huairu calmed Yang Dexiu's emotions softly.
He thought, it is difficult for people to speak rationally when they are excited.
"Bah! What's young? Do you know that I'm already forty years old! How can I compare with you young, promising and glorious returnee honorary professor? , Which other school would want me? I can¡¯t get in, I can¡¯t get in, I¡¯m really stuck in Shenda, do you know?!¡± Yang Xiude took a deep breath and spat out shouted spittle. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com