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Chapter 1535 - 737 Waiting for Notification Meng Si’an_2

Chapter 1535: Chapter 737 Waiting for Notification Meng Si’an_2

So, the path of "exam revenge" that Yan Sanfen was determined to pursue—his battle to redeem the "three-point humiliation," ultimately did not reach the goal he desired—even with the additional twenty points given away for being a second-level Warrior, he only scored a total of six hundred and sixty-three points...

Yes, "only" six hundred and sixty-three points, because with such a score, he couldn’t even meet the admissions score line for key universities in the arts and humanities in Zhongzhou Province.

he was just one point short.

This one point became an eternal pain for Yan Sanfen. He thought he could easily cross the key score line, but just one foreign language exam cost him dozens of points—so what if he could converse and chat with foreigners? So what if he could write a novel in a foreign language? Sorry, the exam doesn’t care for any of that.

Plus, careless mistakes in other subjects quickly added up to a loss of one hundred points.

If looked at nationally, this score would definitely be quite decent. But this is Wancheng City in Tanghe County, Zhongzhou Province, and it really isn’t much to brag about—this year’s provincial top scorer in science comes from Wancheng City, with a perfect score.

That’s just how capricious it is, acing the university entrance exam with a perfect score!

This year in Zhongzhou Province, less than four thousand people crossed the score line for key universities—that is to say, Yan Sanfen’s score just barely placed him within the top four thousand. It’s estimated that many other students are tied for this score because the admissions line for general undergraduate arts and humanities was six hundred and nineteen, which is only forty-five points away from the key score line.

Within this range of forty-five points, nearly ten thousand students passed.

Even more frightening is the professional score line, six hundred and three points, merely sixteen points away from the undergraduate admissions line. The number of students within this score range is close to twelve thousand—that averages out to hundreds of people with identical scores within this sixteen-point gap.

As for those below the technical college score line, a small number made the wise choice from the beginning to apply to technical secondary schools—back then, one could apply to technical secondary schools through the university entrance exam, and such institutions were relatively good at securing jobs.

Another group would be admitted into universities through adjustments, while the rest of the students would either retake the exam or hit the road...

In summary, in Zhongzhou Province, several hundred thousand candidates took the university entrance exam, and only this small number were admitted. This was already the situation after the expansion of admissions, with the rate increased by nearly fifty percent from the previous year. You can imagine how fierce the competition was for the university entrance exam before the expansion, where describing it as ’thousands of troops crossing a single-log bridge’ simply wouldn’t suffice, and is something later generations of students could never comprehend the cruelty of.

So later on, when this topic was brought up online, it was almost treated like a joke. A student from the Capital said on the first day of university, entering the dormitory and feeling pretty good about his score of over four hundred. Thus, with a sense of pride, he asked an earlier-arriving roomate, "Bro, how many points did you get to get into this school?"

The roomate from the western regions somewhat shyly said, "I only got over five hundred points..."

Immediately, the student from the Capital felt embarrassed to speak. Hardly had he waited until another student arrived in the dormitory when he couldn’t resist asking, "Bro, how many points did you get to get in here?"

The newcomer adjusted his glasses with a look of shame and said, "I was down with a fever on the days of the exam and couldn’t perform well, only got over six hundred points..."

Right then, the student from the Capital silently vowed to himself that he would never reveal his own university entrance exam scores during his four years of university—because he was afraid that if he did, he might get mysteriously smothered with a blanket and beaten in the middle of the night!

At this moment, Yan Fei was still regretting missing his goal by one point and couldn’t be bothered to think too much about it. Hearing Professor He telling him to strive hard, he lazily looked towards his wife, who was riding a horse with little Yan Chao, and said distractedly, "I think I’m pretty diligent, what’s wrong with lazing around occasionally? I’m going to be a university student soon."

Professor He thought about it and felt there was nothing to say. He was just in the habit of giving lectures, but when it comes to Yan Fei, thinking of the ’miracle’ he had created at his age, it really wasn’t fair to say that he wasn’t diligent.

With this in mind, he simply took out his phone and dialed a number: "Hello, this is Old He! I wanted to ask how our university’s admissions work is going this year?"

"Don’t give me that crap, when have you ever seen me pull strings? He’s not a relative, he’s a young friend of mine, you must have heard about him, right? The one admitted by Cambridge University? Old Qi and I are with him right now!"

"Old Qi is living like an immortal here, I tell you, at this rate, he might just send the two of us old fogeys off to the great beyond first..."

"What big boss, he’s just a student. The kid is attending school while starting a business, not even eighteen years old yet! Applied to our school, yep, all his choices were our school, his scores are definitely fine, just one point shy of the Key School’s score line, and he’s currently waiting for our school’s admission letter!"

"Go where? His own business is now a key project in the province, why would he go abroad? He even folded the admission letter into a paper airplane for his little brother to play with! He’s definitely going to our school..."

After hanging up the phone a while later, he said to Yan Fei with a beaming smile, "All set, they’re taking it very seriously over there, I reckon they’ll send your admission notice ahead of time!"

Little did they know that even the president of Agricultural University was taken aback at this point, as they had only known Professor Qi and Professor He had an older-younger friendship with a man who drives a Mercedes-Benz, and even had Professor Qi over to stay. But the academic environment is different; they are a bit slow to catch on to social trends. Besides, this was about the private life of a faculty member and they couldn’t interfere too much.

The fact that someone from Zhongzhou Province got admitted to Cambridge University made it into the provincial newspaper. The school might not pay attention to other news, but they definitely wouldn’t miss this sort of news. It’s no exaggeration to say that virtually every university teacher in the province knew about this student.

Everyone was still lamenting that the foreign university had acted too swiftly and admiring their flexible admissions, not expecting that Agricultural University would suddenly learn that this student was waiting for an admission letter from them. At that moment, several teachers responsible for admissions felt overjoyed—this was an excellent opportunity to enhance the school’s prestige, thinking that someone admitted to Cambridge chose to come to Agricultural University instead.

Just talking about it made everyone at Agricultural University feel proud and radiant!

You should know, although Zhongzhou Province is a major province in terms of the number of exam-takers, there really aren’t many well-known universities within. Apart from Provincial University, which is unanimously recognized as a key institution, other schools like finance, economics, politics, and law are only ordinary undergraduate institutions, and among them, Agricultural University’s ranking isn’t exactly at the top.

The most, most, most, most crucial thing is, this student has already achieved a certain level of success in society, so there’s no need to worry that after Agricultural University admits him, in a few years he’ll ’fade into obscurity,’ tarnishing the school’s reputation.

Yan Fei had just lain down for a bit and had no choice but to get up again to entertain guests.

This time it was a wine buyer sent by Assistant Meng.

After all, these guests came from the Capital, and the leader, named Meng Si’an, obviously shared the same surname as Assistant Meng; they were here to talk business about the wine. Yan Fei had no choice but to personally meet them.

Three young men came in total. Upon their arrival, they complimented Yan Fei’s place. Except for Meng Si’an, who had a refined name and spoke gently, the other two seemed somewhat frivolous, suggesting with implications here and there that this was a place where the emperor’s reach was weak, and any small enterprise could easily be handled, talking about building a horse ranch or raising tigers on River Heart Island...

But Yan Fei’s temper was good; he didn’t mind the two. The key was that Meng Si’an knew how to communicate. Without waiting for formal discussions, he directly said, "My uncle mentioned that we’ll listen to you on everything here, supply as much as you can and we’ll follow your arrangements. We’d just feel more at ease with a contract, to properly distribute the wine, so we’ll trouble you with everything."

Hearing this, how could Yan Fei get angry, right?

Since they spoke so nicely, Yan Fei wasn’t going to be petty. He wrote down a supply of one hundred catties per month—not even equal to Ma Chao’s single batch of wine production, so it wouldn’t add much burden to Ma Chao.

Scarcity makes things valuable, too much and the goods lose their worth. For Yan Fei, too much might attract unwanted attention, as one might ’To attract the wind by being tall’.

Of course, he also considered that now the task of steeping the ingredients for the wine was handled by laborers; one hundred catties equaled about twenty small jars, not much trouble for him.

Meng Si’an was quite satisfied too, this amount also meant his mission was accomplished. After all, for medicinal wine, a person only drinks a little each day, so this was enough to supply quite a few people.