"Chen Feng, stop talking. Don't say Yong Hao doesn't understand, even as a professor at Capital University, I don't understand your inexplicable words," Wang Ziwei, standing beside him, couldn't help but retort. Connecting high-tech cement with international politics, what is this if not nonsense?
Chen Feng didn't refute Wang Ziwei in front of Wang Yonghao. Instead, he pulled Wang Ziwei aside and explained in a low voice. The reason high-tech cement is related to international politics is, in essence, the relationship between China, the United States, and Japan. If it weren't for the United States, Japan would be very willing to foster good relations with China and naturally share high-tech cement technology with China. However, the United States and China have always been in a state of fluctuating competition and cooperation. The United States does not wish to see China become increasingly powerful, therefore, it absolutely forbids its subordinate, Japan, from getting too close to China.
However, international politics, like the political arena, is constantly changing. Initially, the United States held the upper hand. But China is not a small or weak nation, it cannot remain at a disadvantage indefinitely. In recent years, China has made significant progress in areas like new energy batteries and telecommunications. To cooperate with China, the United States tacitly allowed Japan to share its high-tech cement projects with China. Combining this with its own research team, China developed even newer high-tech cement technology in less than a year. Of course, the promotion of any high-tech technology requires a process and cannot be achieved overnight.
"Chen Feng, I was wrong." Wang Ziwei admitted defeat wholeheartedly. To be honest, Chen Feng's analysis of international relations was extremely accurate and easy to understand. Even someone unfamiliar with international relations could grasp it with a little listening.
"Teacher Wang, please don't say that. You are not wrong. Your research direction is Chinese history and international politics, so it's normal not to grasp it thoroughly," Chen Feng humbly explained.
"Alright, since that's the case, you discuss the specific matters of building the high-tech cement plant with Wang Yonghao. After you're done, we'll head back to Capital University." Wang Ziwei looked at Chen Feng with admiration.
Chen Feng didn't hesitate and spent half a day writing a detailed report on the new cement plant project for Wangjiazhuang Village. This report was so thorough that even a mediocre grassroots staff member would know what to do after reading it.
"Thank you, Chen Feng. This report of yours has been a great help to me. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to complete my grassroots assistance task, and I don't know when I'll be able to return to the Capital Water Conservancy Bureau," Wang Yonghao said gratefully.
"Elder Wang, you're too kind. It was just a small gesture, not worth mentioning. By the way, when building the high-tech cement plant, don't forget to slip some money to the Environmental Protection Bureau," Chen Feng advised.
"What? Still need to slip money to the Environmental Protection Bureau? Isn't it unnecessary? High-tech cement is inherently very environmentally friendly, even to the point of not polluting the environment at all. With such a strong foundation, there's no need to go through the Environmental Protection Bureau, is there?" Wang Yonghao explained.
"It's normal for others to think that way, Elder Wang. Because, theoretically, that's how it is. However, we've all been in the political arena for so many years and experienced so many things. We should know that there's quite a gap between theory and reality. In the words of the political arena, if the higher-ups say we're good, we're good. If they say we're not good, we're not. How do we make the higher-ups say we're good? It's not by what we've done, but by what we've given..."
"Mmm, I understand." Wang Yonghao instantly understood.
After arranging everything in Wangjiazhuang Village, Chen Feng returned to Capital University with Wang Ziwei. It was precisely because of the Wangjiazhuang Village matter that Wang Ziwei agreed to give Chen Feng free lessons on Chinese history twice a week in the evening.
"Chen Feng, Teacher Wang is teaching you twice in the evening. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?" Cheng Lu said with a hint of jealousy.
"It is a bit inappropriate. Men and women should not touch each other's hands. However, Teacher Wang is very busy during the day and only has classes in the evening," Chen Feng explained.
"Chen Feng, tell me, are you two sleeping together?" Cheng Lu continued with a jealous tone.
"Miss Cheng, your imagination is too rich! I'm just a grassroots political staff member, and Teacher Wang is a professor at Capital University. Moreover, her family background should be quite good, as she's a local from the capital. There's such a huge gap between us. How could Teacher Wang possibly like me?" Chen Feng retorted.
"That makes some sense. Alright, then you can have your evening classes with Teacher Wang properly. I've been very busy lately, trying to catch up with your progress, and I have to attend several classes during the day. I won't supervise you," Cheng Lu instructed a few times and then went to her own classroom.
Chen Feng chose the international politics course, while Cheng Lu opted for a relatively simpler second major, Public Administration. Public Administration is the easiest subject among all, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that self-study is not a major problem. Chen Feng didn't think too much about it. During the day, apart from attending a few classes, he spent the remaining time continuing to study Japanese and English. Chen Feng felt that in the future society, the connections between countries would become increasingly close, and mastering several foreign languages was essential.
At noon, when students at Capital University went for lunch, Chen Feng did not join them. Instead, he went to the library to read. The library at Capital University, compared to other libraries, was like heaven and earth. Capital University's library received billions of yuan in investment from the state, and the books within it were definitely at the international forefront. Chen Feng devoured the books, seizing the rare opportunity. As he read, he became engrossed.
"Chen Feng, why aren't you eating?" While he was engrossed in reading, Wang Ziwei appeared beside him and asked softly. It turned out that Wang Ziwei had already eaten and, as usual, would come to the library to read for a while. Little did she know that upon entering, she saw Chen Feng reading with intense concentration. What surprised Wang Ziwei the most wasn't this, but that Chen Feng was reading books entirely in English and Japanese. For a deputy town mayor to have such high English and Japanese proficiency was truly a rarity. To be frank, even her own English proficiency couldn't fully comprehend the English books.
"I'm just about to finish these few books. I'll eat after I'm done," After speaking, Chen Feng ignored Wang Ziwei and continued to bury himself in his reading. This was also a characteristic of Chen Feng; once he became absorbed in something, even if the King of Heaven descended, he wouldn't be disturbed. Wang Ziwei greatly admired Chen Feng's demeanor. If it were any other student, upon seeing their female teacher, they would be all about chatting.
When Chen Feng wasn't in the library before, Wang Ziwei could read calmly. But today, with Chen Feng engrossed in reading in the library, Wang Ziwei found herself unable to concentrate. She kept stealing glances at Chen Feng involuntarily. From elementary school until now, as a professor at Capital University, she had met countless people. She had never seen such a state of complete absorption as Chen Feng's, where he seemed to forget everything else. Honestly speaking, Chen Feng's serious demeanor was incredibly charming.
Thus, three hours quickly passed. Chen Feng felt hungry and got up to leave the library to get something to eat. Unexpectedly, Wang Ziwei followed him outside.
"Teacher Wang, what are you...?" Chen Feng was startled.
"I'll treat you to a meal," Wang Ziwei said, her face flushing.
"Teacher Wang, you're treating me to a meal? That doesn't seem right. I should be treating you. You're teaching me for free, so it's only proper that I treat you to a meal," Chen Feng said in a low voice.
"Chen Feng, don't misunderstand. I'm inviting you to a meal with no other intentions. I just feel deeply moved by your spirit of learning, so I wanted to treat you," Wang Ziwei replied, trying to cover up her true feelings. A subtle hint of infatuation began to spread across her features.