Song Chaoyang was already unhappy when he heard this. What, there had to be a welcoming ceremony? Then what was the point of this welcoming ceremony? This Xu Shenghua was too much of a troublemaker. How could he come up with so many flashy things? He was here on official business. How could he have so much time to mess around with him? He asked with an unhappy expression, "Did you arrange this?"
Xu Shenghua thought that he would follow him into the school, so he turned around and led the way. He did not look at Song Yunxuan's face, so he did not notice the change in Song Yunxuan's expression. After hearing Song Yunxuan's question, Xu Shenghua turned around and took the opportunity to show off. "Yes, I personally arranged everything. After I received the notice from the city's Education Bureau, I immediately threw away all my work and devoted myself to welcoming you. Haha, everything in front of you, as well as the scene in the hall, were all arranged by me. Secretary Song, please don't mind if there's anything wrong with my arrangements. I will continue to work hard and strive to do a better job in the reception work in the future! "
Song Chaoyang was so angry that he almost laughed out loud. He really wanted to tell him, "Since you like to do reception work so much, then you don't have to be a dean anymore. Go work in the reception office." However, considering his status and the surrounding leaders, he suppressed the anger in his chest and said coldly, "Cancel all the welcoming ceremonies and start the investigation immediately!" After he finished speaking, he took off the wreath around his neck and threw it on the ground.
Xu Shenghua was shocked when he saw him throw away the wreath. He boldly looked up at him and saw that his expression was not good. He was shocked and realized that he had flattered the wrong person. He regretted it. If he had known that this person did not like this kind of thing, he would not have spent so much effort to arrange it. Now, he had arranged so many programs for nothing. Not only did this person not appreciate it, but he also rolled his eyes at him and embarrassed him in front of the school's leaders. Sigh, what a loss. He felt as if his heart was bleeding. He replied dejectedly, "Okay, Song Shuji, please follow me."
After saying this, he led Song Chaoyang and the others into the campus.
Under Xu Shenghua's lead, Song Chaoyang and the others visited the teaching buildings, office buildings, special teaching and research rooms, art galleries, and so on. In one trip, they almost circled the entire campus. Everywhere they went, Song Chaoyang would ask Xu Shenghua what he wanted to know. What was surprising was that Xu Shenghua could only answer some simple questions, but couldn't answer any slightly more complicated questions.
For example, when Song Chaoyang asked him how many teachers and students there were in the academy, he could give two rough numbers. Another example was when Song Chaoyang asked him about the subjects in the academy, he could also say that there were three subjects: art, management, and education. But when Song Chaoyang asked him how many subjects there were in the field of art, he could only say that there were music, dance, and painting. These three were the most basic, most common, and most vulgar subjects. But obviously, a city-level vocational school with more than three thousand teachers and staff couldn't possibly only have three subjects in the field of art.
Naturally, Song Chaoyang wasn't satisfied. He immediately asked him to call the members of the school's leadership team over and ask them the same question again. He wanted them to answer.
In the school's leadership team, there were five members besides the Dean, Xu Shenghua. Although these five members weren't with Song Chaoyang, they weren't far from him. They already knew why he asked the same question again, so they were a little submissive. No one dared to answer for fear of offending the Dean, Xu Shenghua. Oh, as the Dean, I can't answer, but as a member of the leadership team, you can answer. Isn't that the same as slapping my face in front of the Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee? If you dare to slap my face in front of him, then after he leaves, I'll make you my scapegoat.
Song Chaoyang naturally guessed what these members were thinking. Seeing them in fear and trepidation, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. With such a group of leaders, how could they expect the school to develop well? How could they expect them to become an undergraduate school? Sigh, it was too wishful thinking. If he had known that they were such a pile of mud, he wouldn't have come to investigate even if he was beaten to death.
Just as he was feeling disappointed, the youngest member of the leadership team suddenly stood up. He was a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties. He had beautiful hair and wore glasses. He was well-dressed and had an aura of elegance. He said to Song Chaoyang, "Song Shuji, I remember most of it, but not all of it because there are too many subjects. There are nearly twenty of them."
Song Chaoyang looked at him with satisfaction and said, "It's okay. Just give me an example of some of them."
The man said, "First is the music major, which is divided into composition and theory of composition, music performance, and musicology. Next is the dance major, which is divided into dance performance, choreography, and choreography. Then there's the drama major, which is divided into acting, dramaturgy, dramaturgy, film and television literature, radio and television choreography, film and television art design, and so on. There's also the recording arts, broadcasting and hosting arts, animation, film and television photography and production, painting, sculpture, photography, costume and clothing design, and so on."
Song Chaoyang finally smiled. It was also the first time he smiled on campus. He asked, "What's your name? What's your position in the school? "
The man said, "My name is Meng Hongbin. I'm a member of the school's Party Committee and the vice president."
While the two of them were talking, Li Rui noticed that the president, Xu Shenghua, was secretly staring at Meng Hongbin with a venomous gaze. Naturally, he hated Meng Hongbin for exposing him in front of everyone. However, Li Rui wasn't worried that Xu Shenghua would take revenge on Meng Hongbin. This was because he had already observed from his boss, Song Chaoyang's attitude that Xu Shenghua, who was good at flattering and sucking up to the leaders, was an ignorant and incompetent president, wouldn't be able to stay for long.
As expected, Song Chaoyang immediately fired at Xu Shenghua. "President Xu, can you explain to me why you, as the president, don't even know the classification of the school's subjects?"
This question was asked in front of all the leaders inside and outside the school. It was no less than a big slap to Xu Shenghua's face. Not to mention Xu Shenghua's expression, even the city's education bureau chief, Sang Tongguang, was ashamed. He wanted nothing more than to find a hole to hide in.
Xu Shenghua's face was as red as a steamed crab. Even his ears were red. With a long face, he lowered his head and said, "Song Shuji, there are too many subjects in the school. I'm old, so I can't remember all of them. Besides, I'm usually busy with party building and the school's management and development. I don't have much time to pay attention to the school's subjects … But I personally think that as the school's Party Committee Secretary and president, there's no need … no need to remember so many subjects. As long as the school is managed well, built well, and developed well, then … that's enough. Song Shuji, don't you think so? "
What he said sounded reasonable, but Song Chaoyang didn't care about that. He said coldly, "As the president of the school, you don't even know the subjects in the school. No matter how many excuses you have, you can't explain it away. You're incompetent!"
This time, Song Chaoyang came to Qingyang Academy of Music and Art to do research. He wanted to observe the school's software and hardware capabilities. Then, he wanted to sit down with the school's leaders and have a good talk about the possibility and operation of upgrading the school to an undergraduate level. He thought that the school's leaders were all smart, capable, and motivated modern academic talents who would wholeheartedly cooperate with him to complete this research and lay a solid foundation for the school's upgrade. Who would have thought that the school's highest leader, the president, was actually such an ignorant and incompetent person who was good at flattery? He was so angry that his head hurt. If it weren't for the leaders around him, he would have kicked him.
Xu Shenghua was criticized as incompetent by the Municipal Party Committee's Party Committee Secretary. He was shocked, scared, ashamed, and ashamed. He seemed to have foreseen his terrible fate. He was so scared that his face turned pale. He defended himself, "No, Song Shuji, I … I'm a management-type president, not an academic type. I'm still very good at party building and management. I …"
Song Chaoyang thought about it, but he did not want to kill him. What he said made sense. The Academy of Music and Arts was so big. As the dean, it was impossible for him to know everything. It was just like how as the secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, it was impossible for him to know the functions of every department in the Municipal Party Committee. He thought to himself, I'll give you one more chance. If you don't perform well and disappoint me again, I'll fire you on the spot. His tone was calm as he said, "Okay, don't say anything else. I want to hold a meeting.
Xu Shenghua thought that in his anger, he would take him down in one fell swoop. Unexpectedly, he lifted him up heavily and put him down gently. Xu Shenghua breathed a sigh of relief and thought that he was lucky. His expression changed from fear to respect and gratitude. He nodded and bowed, "Okay, okay, Song Shuji, please follow me."
Under his lead, everyone came to the big conference room of the school's office building. They held a conference to discuss the possibility of upgrading the school to an undergraduate level.
At the beginning of the conference, Song Chaoyang stated his purpose for coming. "I'm here to do research this time. I want to discuss with everyone here whether our school can be upgraded to an undergraduate level. If it's not possible for the time being, then what do we need to do to meet the requirements for the upgrade? Alright, now I invite everyone to speak up. "
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