RBCT Chapter 392: Enjoy the benefits you are entitled to according to regulations
Chapter 392: Enjoy the benefits you are entitled to according to regulations
After Sang Weihong returned to her office, Sister Hu, who was sitting in front of her, turned around and leaned over Sang Weihong's desk to ask her a question.
"Xiao Sang, was that handsome young man a new teacher who was assigned here this year?"
Sang Weihong responded verbally, but her hands didn't stop working.
"Yes! He graduated from our school and is Academician Wang's last disciple."
In 1994, the original academicians were changed to academicians of the Chinese Academy of Sciences and academicians of the Chinese Academy of Engineering, and the old man was naturally classified as an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.
Sister Hu's eyes widened: "So it was him?"
Sang Weihong sensed that Sister Hu seemed to know Huang Xiaochuan from her words, so she stopped what she was doing and asked, "You know him?"
"It's not just me who knows! Now the entire faculty and staff know him. He graduated with a master's degree in just one year, the first time in our school's history. I heard that Academician Wang even took the president to the Ministry of Education because of this. You didn't know that, did you?"
"I know that!"
Sang Weihong took everything that happened to Huang Xiaochuan for granted. This guy published a paper on tax-sharing system when he was a freshman, and she was even fortunate enough to be listed as the second author. Now that she thought about it, was this something a freshman could do?
During his four years of university, he helped him a lot without asking for any benefits and gave all the credit to him. Otherwise, how could he have stayed on at the university after graduating with a bachelor's degree?
He wasn't surprised at all that he graduated from graduate school in just one year. People who knew him well knew that his teacher treated him better than his own son, not to mention that he himself was so outstanding.
I've known him since he enrolled in his freshman year.
Hearing this, Sister Hu gave Sang Weihong a meaningful look: "The young man is tall and handsome, and also Academician Wang's top student. He has a bright future ahead of him. What's wrong? Do you have feelings for him? No wonder you wouldn't agree to meet him when I introduced you to a boyfriend. So that's what you're thinking about?"
Sang Weihong smiled noncommittally, but she knew perfectly well that she had absolutely no chance.
When Sister Hu saw that Sang Weihong did not deny it, she immediately became curious.
"How far have things progressed between you two?"
Sang Weihong glared angrily at Sister Hu. Why was she bringing up something she shouldn't have said? She was just rubbing salt into her wounds.
So she replied irritably, "He has a girlfriend. I'm just closer to him than he is."
Upon hearing this, Sister Hu exclaimed, "Oh dear! It turns out this barber is all talk and no action!"
With a quick glance, she said, "Xiao Sang, why don't you meet my distant relative? That young man is no worse than Huang Xiaochuan."
Sang Weihong tidied up the materials in her hand: "Sister Hu, thank you. I still want to be able to find a partner on my own."
After hearing Sang Weihong's words, Sister Hu shut her mouth and stopped talking about it, but when she turned around, she pouted slightly in dissatisfaction.
Not long after, Huang Xiaochuan returned.
Upon seeing him, Sang Weihong asked, "Did Director Hong speak with you?"
"We've talked. Oh, by the way, I think you haven't given me the household registration transfer paperwork yet?"
Sang Weihong then realized that she had indeed forgotten to give Huang Xiaochuan the certificate for transferring her household registration.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" she said, while finding out the certificate for Huang Xiaochuan's household registration transfer and handing it to him.
Even after Huang Xiaochuan got the items, he still didn't leave.
Sang Weihong asked curiously, "Is there something else?"
"Where's the dorm key?"
"Oh, it's like this, the general affairs office said that since you have a house, they won't assign you a dormitory."
"Senior, these are two different things. According to school regulations, I should be allocated a single dormitory room. If no one else gets one, then I won't mention it. But since it's a benefit that everyone can enjoy, I shouldn't be left out, right?"
It wasn't that Huang Xiaochuan cared that much about the dormitory, but in the system, if you give in or suffer a loss without saying a word, you'll be labeled as an honest person, which isn't a good thing. So Huang Xiaochuan neither needed special treatment nor could he accept discriminatory treatment.
You should enjoy all the benefits you're entitled to, and don't worry about what you're not entitled to. You'll naturally enjoy them when you reach that position.
Besides, having this dormitory saves me from having to travel back and forth all the time, since it's quite a distance from my home on Huaihai Road to the school! If I have classes all day, I can rest in the dormitory for a while at noon.
"Alright, you go ahead with your work, I'm going to the general affairs office."
Huang Xiaochuan knew that this matter had nothing to do with Sang Weihong, so he turned around and went to the General Affairs Office. However, he was a little confused as to how the General Affairs Office knew that he owned a house.
Upon arriving at the general affairs office, Huang Xiaochuan pushed open the door and went straight inside.
"Excuse me, who is in charge of assigning dormitories to newly arrived teachers?"
A slightly older middle-aged man glanced at Huang Xiaochuan, then turned and called out, "Teacher Pan, someone is looking for you."
"Who is it?" A short, stocky man peeked out from behind the desk.
Huang Xiaochuan glanced at him. The man looked to be around forty years old, with a cigarette in his mouth and a newspaper in his hand. He seemed to find his job quite pleasant.
Huang Xiaochuan walked to his desk: "Teacher Pan, right? I'm a newly assigned teacher. I'm here to ask where my dormitory is?"
The man, addressed as Teacher Pan, took the cigarette from his mouth and casually tossed the butt into the ashtray: "New here? What's your name?"
After saying that, he opened the drawer to get the dormitory assignment registration book.
"Huang Xiaochuan, with yellow grass on its head, a small river among mountains and rivers."
As soon as Huang Xiaochuan announced his name, Teacher Pan immediately stopped what he was doing and looked up at Huang Xiaochuan standing in front of his desk.
After a long pause, he said, "You own a house in Shanghai, which doesn't meet the school's requirements for dormitory allocation, so no dormitory has been assigned to you."
Huang Xiaochuan suddenly stretched out his hand: "Then please show me the regulations. If there really are such regulations, I will leave immediately after I read them."
Huang Xiaochuan's action startled Teacher Pan. In fact, there was no such rule at all; Teacher Pan was just jealous.
As luck would have it, one of Grandma's mahjong partners, Aunt Wen, was the mother-in-law of this teacher surnamed Pan. As everyone knows, when playing mahjong, the mahjong partners inevitably talk about family matters. When one of the mahjong partners asked Grandma what her grandson, whom she always talked about, did, Grandma naturally wouldn't tell anyone about how rich Huang Xiaochuan was.
She had only mentioned that her grandson had graduated with a master's degree and was now working as a teacher at the University of Finance and Economics. Unbeknownst to her, her grandma had taken it to heart and mentioned it to her family when she was home.
Teacher Pan took it to heart as soon as he heard it. In his and his family’s eyes, the family living in the former Li Family Garden must be a wealthy family. Luxury cars often came and went. Although the old lady of the house didn’t talk much about her family’s situation, you could tell from her clothes and demeanor that it was a wealthy family.
Upon hearing this, the man surnamed Pan immediately engaged with a teacher surnamed Huang on the dormitory assignment list, because his mother-in-law had mentioned that this family's surname was Huang, and that this was the only graduate student with the surname Huang who had been assigned this year.
The thought that this young teacher surnamed Huang, who lives in such a large villa, is still being given a dormitory room is simply outrageous.
Having made up his mind to sabotage the situation, Mr. Pan assumed that people living in Western-style houses would look down on the single dormitory room at school. Unfortunately, he was wrong. He didn't expect that this teacher surnamed Huang would be so interested in the dormitory room that he came directly to the door.
"Do you think you can just look at the school's housing allocation documents whenever you want?" Teacher Pan slammed his hand on the table, threatening Huang Xiaochuan with a stern voice.
Unfortunately, Huang Xiaochuan wasn't easily intimidated. He glanced at him disdainfully: "Does the school's housing allocation regulations mean they're confidential documents, and I, as one of the parties involved, can't even see them?"
Feeling somewhat embarrassed by Huang Xiaochuan's retort, Teacher Pan retorted angrily, "You have a place to live, yet you come here to compete with young teachers who don't have homes for housing? Where's your sense of responsibility?"
When one plan failed, this man surnamed Pan tried another, resorting to moral blackmail. Sure enough, some people chimed in to support him.
"That's right! Teacher, now that you have a house, you shouldn't be here making a fuss. It's the right thing to do to give the house to someone who needs it more. You should show some magnanimity."
Huang Xiaochuan pretended not to hear and continued to reach out to ask the man surnamed Pan: "I'm just asking you, does the school have a rule that teachers with houses at home will not be assigned dormitories? Show me the rule. If there is such a rule, I will leave without saying a word, and I will even hold a banquet to apologize to you, Teacher Pan, another day."
Seeing that Huang Xiaochuan was not easily fooled and that everyone in the room was looking at him, Pan was sweating profusely. He hoped that someone could step in and mediate, so that things wouldn't escalate too much.
In the end, someone stepped forward and helped the man surnamed Pan.
"Please don't be angry, teacher. Teacher Pan did this for the sake of the other young teachers in the school. However, your situation is indeed a bit special. Why don't you go back first, and we'll report to the leadership and see if we can find a way to make room for you elsewhere? How does that sound?"
Huang Xiaochuan looked at the person who had come to smooth things over and asked, "How many days will it take?"
"Come and pick up the keys from me before next Tuesday."
What is your surname?
The man trying to smooth things over replied, "My surname is Lang, the same as the Iron Hammer of the women's volleyball team. It's easy to remember!"
"Okay, I'll give Teacher Lang face and come again next Tuesday."
Having achieved his goal, Huang Xiaochuan decided not to pursue the matter any further and turned to leave the office.
After Huang Xiaochuan left, the man surnamed Pan started acting arrogantly again.
"They're completely out of control! They've only just arrived and they already know their place. What will they be like in the future?"
At this moment, Teacher Lang patted the desk of the man surnamed Pan: "Alright, alright, why are you bothering him? Do you have a grudge against him? Besides, don't you know who he is?"
"Who is he?" The man surnamed Pan really didn't know Huang Xiaochuan's background, only that his family seemed to be very wealthy.
Teacher Lang looked at his colleague with a mocking smile: "Old Pan, you've lost all sense of direction while playing cards, haven't you? That young man who said he graduated with a master's degree in just one year—is this the one you were talking about the other day? Are you out of your mind?"
After Teacher Lang's reminder, Mr. Pan remembered that at the end of last month, all the faculty and staff of the school were talking about this matter. So this was the person.
The thought that this young man's teacher was one of only two academicians at the university sent chills down my spine. I'd heard that this teacher was extremely protective of his students. If he came to my door and smashed my desk, I'd have to swallow my pride and apologize to him. What a waste of my time.