Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1370 - 666: Observations - Desk Mate_2

Chapter 1370: Chapter 666: Observations - Desk Mate_2

Yang Hongqi couldn’t help it, on the one hand, his eyes twinkled with visions of gold as he dreamed about the heavy golden "work", while on the other hand, he muttered, "The boss is willing to invest and makes a fortune, that’s not enough, there cannot be any shortcomings, can there?"

Liu JinXue was speechless for a long while, not that he really had any complaints about Yan Fei, but purely out of personal bad habit: the more he felt a sense of identification with Sancha River, the more he hoped it could improve further.

Thus, he always felt that Boss Yan, despite having such good conditions, kept doing things that were ’not his proper business’, such as writing those articles which, in his opinion, were misguided—clearly, you could devote your energy to the growth of the business. With the current situation of the company, if only Boss Yan were willing to put in a little more effort, it could definitely climb another step.

Even though he was a layman in terms of corporate management, he could feel that the Morning Glory company had a strong competitive edge as compared to their peers. With that being said, you, as the boss, are cultivating eagles and teasing tigers every day, and while you’ve written quite a few articles for the lab, you hardly ever visit; it’s purely a waste of resources.

But now that Yang Hongqi asked him what specific shortcomings Yan Fei had as a boss, he really couldn’t say anything—if you just look at him as a boss, he has been incredibly fair and generous to his employees, and not stingy at all. Who could find fault with that? How the business develops is his own affair; you can suggest ideas if you have them, but you can’t expect him to listen to criticism, can you?

So all he could do was stoically tell Yang Hongqi, "Come on, let me show you around the equipment, talking about those useless things is just a waste of time!"

Yang Hongqi realized by his attitude that perhaps it wasn’t the boss who had many shortcomings, but that his own expectations of the boss were too high. Thinking this, he felt a bit envious. They say that bosses and employees are in opposition, but it seems that Senior brother Liu has a good relationship with the boss. Otherwise, as an employee who just works for money, who would think so much about it?

From another perspective, Yang Hongqi also inexplicably gained some confidence. From breakfast in the morning to what Senior brother Liu said, it seemed that Boss Yan was really not too bad with his employees, at least not difficult to get along with. Secondly, he felt that he needed to work hard and perform well. Maybe, just maybe, what the boss said about sponsoring him so that the elderly folks back home could travel might actually become a reality...

As long as there was a glimmer of hope, Yang Hongqi felt that he must strive. It was his dream, even though some people might think it was out of touch with the times...

Entering the laboratory, after seeing the equipment, Yang Hongqi was not only shocked, but he also gained a clear understanding of why he had encountered the boss recording those addresses at the library: the boss had been planning to purchase a batch of second-hand equipment.

Yang Hongqi had no objection to buying second-hand goods. As long as the stuff works, what’s wrong with it being second-hand? How many companies could there be that, while developing, would also invest so much money to buy equipment and build a lab—that was his favorite place, along with the library and the study room at school. He was totally oblivious to the fact that Japan had experienced an astonishing mysterious disappearance of lab equipment.

Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn’t have thought of anything for a while. After all, he was now looking at those Japanese instruments with circles spinning in his eyes—he hadn’t studied Japanese in school, so he couldn’t even understand the manuals now. Without Senior brother Liu teaching him hands-on, he wouldn’t know how to operate any of those instruments.

It looked like he needed to quickly learn some Japanese, at least to master the operation of the equipment in the lab. Although an Angry Youth and not quite fit in, he was not resistant to learning Japanese. "Learn from the barbarians to control the barbarians" had been advocated by his predecessors.

His Angry Youth persona was only critical of those who believed the moon was rounder overseas and had a distaste for those who professed patriotism but threw themselves into the arms of foreigners, helping in their construction and contributing to their taxes...

While Yang Hongqi was reflecting on how great a place Sancha River was, Yan Fei had already lugged a huge pile of books to the Agricultural University. Everyone had started school a week ago, and only now did he saunter in; this student’s behavior was indeed quite unruly. Fortunately, everyone was accustomed to it—he was a big boss, after all, and had done so many good deeds for his hometown, so what’s a little privilege?

Although Yan Fei the student hadn’t come to class on time, his seat and chair were dust-free, and the desk was clean. Moreover, during the days he was absent, the various materials and exam papers distributed by the teachers, including the final exam papers from last year, were all neatly sorted and placed there.

Seeing him approach, his resident college entrance examination consultant—also his deskmate, An Changhe—stood up to give him room to sit down and then began introducing the items on the desk—other students watched with undisguised envy.

Yan Fei sat down with a chuckle, "No rush, no rush. How was the New Year? How’s the family?"

While others usually gained a little weight over the New Year or at least got a bit more color in their cheeks, his very own college entrance exam consultant looked exactly the same after the holiday break, if not slightly worse for wear.

"Family’s fine," An Changhe’s face spoke volumes of his mixed feelings. "The exams are closing in, and I’m feeling a bit too pressured, but it’s okay, I’ll get over it soon."

Yan Fei was speechless. School had just started, and there were still four months until the Gaokao—the pressure was already showing on his face. What kind of shape would he be in by the time the exams rolled around?

He was a pitiable sight—the man was in his mid-twenties, another year older after the New Year, with a gaunt and scrawny face that lacked even a tael of flesh. It was only because Yan Fei had been bringing him food daily last year that his complexion had improved. Now, after the New Year, it had faded again.

"There’s no need for so much pressure. As long as you can get into a school, good or bad, what matters in the end is how you hustle!" Yan Fei consoled his deskmate. "Look at that technician at my factory—a graduate from the Agricultural University, who just doesn’t know how to handle things. He spent years at a research institute and then started growing mushrooms. Now, he’s finally got a chance to shine at our place..."

Coincidentally, at that very moment, Liu JinXue was also speaking to Yang Hongqi, mentioning how our boss has quite a few shortcomings.

Unexpectedly, Yan Fei’s attempt at consolation only made An Changhe’s face grow even more somber—he was unfortunately too aware of his own tendencies, which clearly aligned with the kind who ’doesn’t know how to handle things.’

Otherwise, Yan Fei wouldn’t have arrived only to find him at a loss for small talk, diving straight into discussing studies. In his heart, An Changhe believed in repaying even the smallest kindness; Boss Yan had been considerate without asking for anything in return, just appreciating his good study habits and experience with the Gaokao.

Aside from that, An Changhe couldn’t think of anything else he could offer in return to this special deskmate who had been quite good to him.

When Yan Fei realized his comfort had backfired, he hastily gathered his textbooks to change the subject, "Never mind that. Class is about to start. Tell me, what’s the lecture about today?"

An Changhe could only muster some enthusiasm when it came to studying, "Right, we should still be going over test papers. I’ve done this one; take a look. If there’s anything you don’t understand, I’ll explain it to you..."

Many in the class shared Yan Fei’s nonchalant attitude, believing the Gaokao was still a long way off. Quite a few students felt that getting into college would be a miracle—and since miracles are rare, most didn’t harbor much hope.

But everyone knew they had to at least enter the exam hall. After all, they had come this far, so why not experience the atmosphere at the very least? Being able to say they’d participated in the Gaokao counted for something, didn’t it? Thus, when teachers tried to discourage them from taking the exams, the students insisted on trying at least once, much to the teachers’ dismay—with fewer students taking the exams, they could slightly boost the school’s admission rate. But in a school like No.2 High School, the teachers didn’t press too hard. ’If you want to go, then go; admission rates and all that are just a pipe dream.’