"Really...fake?" Li Run's father is also the deputy director of the capital. He has some knowledge and knows what the concept of a 30-year-old mayor is. His father is now the governor, and he cannot guarantee that he can become the mayor when he is 30 years old.

"There are still people who dare to pretend to be the mayor?" Li Ailin defended Xia's thoughts very urgently, "I also said that it is a hundred times better than Mayor Xia. I tell you that two levels older than mayor are ministerial levels, one hundred times older than mayor, and there is no such thing as China!"

Li Run and Zhai Peng both eyes widened: "You... are really the mayor? There is still a 30-year-old mayor in China, which is amazing."

Xia Xiang looked at Li Ailin with a gentle look: "Old Li, don't be too troublesome, wait for me in the car for a while." Ming was criticized, but actually it was admiration, which made Li Ailin feel particularly comfortable.

Xia Xiang said to the two again: "Please take me to the big classroom, thank you." He also understood that he had been fooled by Song Yifan again, and under the clever arrangement of the little girl, he was her childcare once again. Well, he has now become her special shield.

Only 300 meters away from the large classroom, Li Run and Zhai Peng asked questions along the way, very curious, and could not believe that Xia Xiang was really the mayor, but he also knew that the calmness in front of him was the senior who was not much older than them, and the character like a senior who was the dignified mayor was actually the mayor, so they asked many strange questions.

Xia Xiang also answered some patiently.

A theoretical knowledge lecture was held in the large classroom, and the lecturer was Professor Hu Shuo. Xia Xiang laughed at the sight of the name. Originally, it was a good thing to call "Daoist", but his surname was Hu, which became antonym.

As soon as I entered, I found that the class that could accommodate 500 people was full. Because it was an open lecture, anyone could listen. Xia Xiang, led by Li Run and Zhai Peng, came to where Song Yifan took his seat.

When Song Yifan saw Xia Xiang, he waved to Xia Xiang happily. Xia Xiang saw Song Yifan sitting in the middle. He didn't want to go over, but Song Yifan kept waving, and he became the focus of everyone, so he had to squeeze in. As a result, he sat down next to Song Yifan and found that there was also a girl next to him, a beauty, with long hair and a very standard melon-shaped face. Somehow, between his eyebrows and eyes, he was stunned.

The girl was unhappy and was very hostile to Xia Xiang's eyes: "Don't look at it if you are not accustomed!"

Xia Xiang waved his hand, smiled and said nothing, Song Yifan pulled his arm and whispered: "She is Murongrong, and her name is weird. She always likes to be cold-eyed and cold-eyed at others, as if she is the most beautiful girl at Peking University in all of Peking University. In fact, she is not as beautiful as me, right?"

Song Yifan was telling the truth. Murong Rong was indeed three points inferior to her. Xia Xiang was happy: "Does Murong Rong's surname be Murong or Murong's surname be Rong?"

"Guess?" Song Xiaofan blinked his big eyes and looked playful.

"It must be the latter." Xia Xiang knew Song Yifan very well. She said that Murong Rong's name was strange, because his surname was Mu, but he just gave a Rong Rong's name, which gave people the feeling that his surname was Murong.

Song Yifan is in good condition, with a rosy face, full lips, and mature. Xia Xiang patted her on the shoulder: "What lecture, do you still have to finish it? Governor Song wants to pick you up, so he must miss you."

"Professor Hu Shuo's lectures are always sharp, I love to listen to them. The topic of his speech today is the relationship between high education and high income. You can also listen to them, maybe you will gain a lot."

Listen, listen, anyway, the capital is not far from Yan City, so since it comes, you can rest assured. Xia Xiang can only take half a day of leisure to live, so just listen to the noble arguments of nonsense.

After listening to a few words, I felt that it was not very appropriate. In my impression, professors in colleges and universities would not speak so directly, nor so realistic. Professor Hu was passionate and spoke very inflammatory, but in Xia Xiang's ears, the more he listened, the less he was. After all, he was a professor in colleges and universities. Even if he did not teach students the *** ideological education such as Marxism-Leninism, he still wanted to establish a correct outlook on life and world view. Professor Hu was so angry that he actually spoke nonsense.

"High education is the guarantee of high income." Professor Hu talked freely, "Cultivating college students' sense of wealth has always been one of the things I think about. Wealth means creating a lot of GDP, taxation, and employment, which means that society has made great contributions, and also helping low-income people, and avoiding themselves, their families and relatives becoming social burdens. For those with high education, poverty means shame and failure."

"Especially you, you are students from Peking University, the elite among the elites. If any students from Peking University leave the school gate and do a miserable life in society, some even polish their shoes, set up street stalls, sell sweet potatoes, and sell pork, they are not ashamed but proud. I am deeply saddened by them. If you all here are like them, don't say they are my students, I can't afford to lose this person!"

Xia Xiang became more disgusted the more he listened. As a professor in a university, he not only judged heroes by wealth, but also had obvious differences in levels and social status in his eyes. He taught and preached first, and his moral concepts were incorrect. The higher the knowledge and ability of the students he cultivated, the greater the harm to society.

Therefore, in later generations, college students from wealthy families drove to school, but they were often killed. What's more, because they learned to play the piano, they stabbed eight times while killing people, and they called it a pianist... What's the use of driving? What's the use of practicing the piano?

The weak moral awareness of college students is indeed related to parents' focus on learning and not on moral cultivation, and it is also related to the lack of professional ethics of current professors!

When Xia Xiang heard Professor Hu Shuo say the following sentence shamelessly, he finally couldn't help but sneer.

"You are students of Peking University and the best talents in the entire society. My expectation for you is that when you are 40 years old, you must have a wealth of 40 million, otherwise you will have no shame to come to see me, and you will not deserve to be my student!"

What a nonsense professor, a bold statement, and a deceptive theory.

As soon as Professor Hu finished speaking, there was a lot of discussion in the classroom.

Xia Xiang was disdainful of his theory again, and after he had to debate and argue, he just watched coldly and did not speak. Unexpectedly, Professor Hu Shuo seemed to be verbally fighting against the scholars and said loudly: "Students have any opinions, and anyone with different opinions can debate with me. I agree that you have the right to speak. If you think you have enough eloquence, you can try to convince me."

After a buzzing debate, people began to raise objections one after another, but they were defeated by Professor Hu Shuo. As a result, after five or six people went into battle, none of them had the upper hand, and the opposition became much smaller.

Xia Xiang felt that it was meaningless, so she whispered: "Let's go, don't waste your time."

"Professor Hu, Xia Xiang's classmate wants to speak." Song Yifan suddenly raised his hand to speak, and recommended Xia Xiang out, catching him off guard.

Professor Hu Shuo was polite and did not notice Xia Xiang's age. In fact, Xia Xiang was only 30 years old. He didn't look mature at Peking University where he studied and doctoral students were everywhere. He said politely: "Student Xia said something if you have something, don't be embarrassed. He even asked the female classmates to raise their hands to speak for you. Are you too timid?"

Laughing.

Xia Xiang was forced to face the challenge: "Professor Hu, first of all, I am not a student of Peking University and I don't have the opportunity to study at Peking University again. It is a pity. But I do not agree with the statement that high education means high income. University only helps you have a good ***, but society is the real university in life. Only high education obtained in social universities can the beginning of success."

Professor Hu Shuo nodded slightly: "This statement has nothing new. By the way, since Xia is not a student of Peking University, does she have a social status in society now? What is her income? What job does she do?"

Xia Xiang looked ashamed: "I work in an agency and my monthly income is about 2,000 yuan."

There was another burst of laughter, some ridicule, some chuckling, and some indifferent laughter.

"Then are there graduates from Peking University around you, whose social status and income are superior to others?" Professor Hu Shuo continued to ask questions, as if he was intending to use Xia Xiang as a negative textbook to verify the correctness of his statement.

“It does.”

"Can you give an example in detail?" The smile on Professor Hu's face became even more blooming.

"I can't remember which class he is from a prefecture-level city. He is a graduate of Peking University. Anyway, he is indeed very successful. He holds the power and respects everyone. He should be in his 50s this year. I'm not sure whether he has a net worth of more than 40 million, but it is conservatively estimated that it should be 20 million." Xia Xiang was honest, without any exaggeration.

Professor Hu smiled happily: "Students, I'm right? High education is equivalent to high income, and it's the stepping stone to own wealth. Look at how big the difference between this classmate and the director of Peking University he knows? A 50-year-old Peking University graduate is over 30 years older than you, and he has such achievements. Now that you are entering society, by the age of 40, you will definitely be much better than him..."

After talking nonsense, he kept saying a few words, then he remembered it again and asked Xia again: "Class Xia, can you reveal whether you envy the director who graduated from Peking University? By the way, are you working under him?"

"I don't envy him." Xia Xiang said very simply.

"Why? Do you think you can never compare with him and you don't even need to envy him?" Professor Hu also has a lot of imagination.

"That's not, mainly because he is no longer alive." Xia Xiang said calmly, "He has been sentenced to death for embezzlement and bribery. He has been executed not long ago!"

With a "boom", the classroom was in an uproar, and the students were talking and were all surprised.

Professor Hu almost fell to the ground, and he held it hard for a few times before he could barely hold it up: "You, you, did you make trouble on purpose? I think he was killed and his life path was hundreds of times better than you."
Chapter completed!