Reborn 92's Business Tycoon

Chapter 355: Chapter 355: Looking for the Dean

Feng Yiping was wearing a thick hat, a bulky down jacket, and a big schoolbag. He couldn't wait to put his hands in his sleeves and was waiting near the office area of the college. There was no choice. Although the north was different from the cold of his hometown, the dry cold was also cold.

His purpose here was to meet the college's vice president.

Although the university is open, it is not easy to meet with the leaders. The vice president does not teach freshman courses. He also looked at the class schedule and deliberately went to two management classes taught by him, but it was still unattainable. When he chased the dean out of the classroom after class, the dean had already gone far away.

There was no way but to wait for the right moment. He had been here for more than half an hour.

The leaders of the college are different from those of the middle and high schools. They are always busy with their many part-time jobs and social activities. Except for class time, they are hard to track down. Feng Yiping knew that the dean had a class to teach, so he came here to wait.

Sure enough, just before class, the vice dean came out of the classroom with his briefcase.

'Dean Zhao,' the dean looked up and saw a tall student dressed in a lot of clothes running towards him. 'Is there something I can help you with, student?'

'Hello, Dean Zhao, I'm Feng Yiping, a first-year student in the Finance Department. I'm sorry to bother you!' Feng Yiping respectfully introduced himself. According to the hierarchy, Dean Zhao is at least on the same level as the parents of Jin Ling and Zheng Jiayi.

'Haha, just say what you want. There's no such thing as bothering a teacher when a student is looking for advice,' the dean said as he walked.

'I have started a magazine myself, and I would like you to take a look at it in your spare time, and I would also like to hear your valuable opinions!' Feng Yiping took out two magazines from his big schoolbag and handed them to the dean.

Vice Dean Zhao had originally thought that it was the kind of magazine that students made for their own amusement, but when Feng Yiping handed it to him, it looked quite good. 'Oh, it has cost a lot of money. Which club are you from?'

'Dean, this was published by my magazine, not a school club.'

'Your magazine published?' People in the cultural world know more about publishing than others. In China, it is really quite difficult to publish a magazine, and it is even more difficult to run a private magazine, which is more than an order of magnitude more difficult.

'My magazine is in Hong Kong,' Feng Yiping knew what the dean was wondering and quickly added.

The dean looked at the cover, 'The imminent Internet bubble.' Haha, similar comments have been made, but they are very busy and sure, not many. It seems that some people feel that they can't stop until they've said something shocking. He flipped through the preface and table of contents a little, 'Oh, not bad, I'll find time to read it. I'm in a hurry to go to class now, student Feng, goodbye!' After saying these words, he stuffed the two magazines into his briefcase and walked away with long strides.

Feng Yiping didn't know if the dean would find time to read it. For university leaders and teachers, there is no shortage of magazines. The college library and the school library have domestic and foreign periodicals in various languages, so there are just too many to read.

He could only hope that a freshman like himself could do something rare like publish a magazine, and that it would interest the vice president enough to read it.

However, this alone was definitely not enough. If he couldn't promote it in his own college and school, Feng Yiping would really be sorry for his sales career in the next ten years. So he decided to wait here again in three days to follow up with the vice president and ask for his opinion.

The vice president was delivered, and as for the president, Feng Yiping really, really, really wanted to give him some books, even if he could get just a few words of evaluation, but that was unrealistic. Not to mention that an ordinary student like him, even the principal of their school would not be able to easily meet the president. The president, his venerable elder, works in the 'sea' behind the Forbidden City.

Therefore, in the past, Feng Yiping and the others were the actual students of the prime minister. This title was more prestigious than the title of Jiaotong University graduate, who often said that Feng Yiping was his alumnus.

Next, of course, they went to the various offices and the professors who taught classes and those who did not. Just like when they were selling things in the past, they visited each one.

The first person he went to see was his class teacher. He had only seen him a few times since the beginning of the semester and had not yet spoken to him. Feng Yiping was very unfamiliar with him, and vice versa.

Sure enough, the class teacher was talking to someone about work when he saw Feng Yiping push open the door. He pushed up his glasses and asked, puzzled, 'You are...?

'Teacher Chen, this is Feng Yiping from our class.'

Feng Yiping then realised that the person who had just been talking to the class teacher about work with his back to him was their monitor, Gao Heng.

'Hello, Miss Chen, hello, monitor, sorry to interrupt,' he took off his hat and took out two magazines from his bag, respectfully handing them to the homeroom teacher, "This is a magazine I run in Hong Kong, I hope you can help me check it.'

'Oh," Miss Chen was more interested than Vice President Zhao, "You run it?" He also looked at the cover and preface, "Let's sit down and talk.'

'Thank you, Miss Chen," Feng Yiping took out a copy for Gao Heng, who took it with a somewhat complicated expression.

In most people's eyes, Jin Ling was a bit aloof, and Feng Yiping was also a bit aloof in the eyes of Gao Heng and most of the students.

He had not lived in the dormitory after military training, and had not participated in many group activities. However, his relationships with his classmates were still quite good. It was just that Gao Heng always felt that he was overly polite and not close enough. He was also not very proactive. However, judging from some exams, his grades were not bad.

Gao Heng had originally thought that he was just a nerd from a good family, but now it seems that this is not the case at all. Others have quietly published a magazine.

The temperature in the room was high, and Feng Yiping had some difficulty taking off his down jacket, revealing the beige turtleneck sweater underneath, which immediately improved his appearance.

'Have you adjusted to university life?'

'Yes, but it's a bit different from what I expected.'

'Tell me, what's different from what you expected?'

'Mainly, when I was studying hard in high school, I heard people say, and some teachers said too, that once you get to university, you'll be fine, that it'll be easier, that it's like being liberated. Now I realise that's not the case at all. These past few months of studying, I feel more stressed than I did in high school.'

Feng Yiping, a former salesman, still has some experience when it comes to making a good impression when meeting someone for the first time.

Sure enough, his honest words made Chen laugh. 'I can't say what others say is wrong. If you just goof off in college and just cram for exams, it is easier than in high school, but if you really want to learn something, especially in your first year, it definitely won't be easy. But I'll tell you, the following years will be a bit easier than the first year.'

'That's good. If it's always this stressful for the next four years, then my mother will definitely blame the school cafeteria again. It's understandable that I couldn't gain weight when I was stressed studying in high school, but if I still can't gain weight when I'm at the relaxed university, I can only blame the cafeteria.'

'Haha,' Chen teacher laughed again.

Gao Heng noticed that Feng Yiping was very good at stealing the limelight, spoke with humour, and when speaking with the class teacher, while appearing respectful, was actually communicating on an equal footing. He interjected, 'Yiping, I want to ask, you haven't joined a club, so why are you thinking of starting your own magazine?'

'You haven't joined a club?' Of course, Teacher Chen didn't know about this, but now Feng Yiping couldn't say that it was because his studies were too heavy and he didn't have time, because you have time to run a magazine.

Although Feng Yiping didn't care about Gao Heng's little trick, he was a little uncomfortable. I didn't try to please the homeroom teacher, so why are you so nervous? Damn it, did I steal your girlfriend? You're giving me dirty looks in front of the homeroom teacher.

'There are many clubs at school, and they're all very exciting, but the ones I like don't want me, so I thought I'd just go directly to the community to gain experience. As they say, you should combine knowledge with action.' Feng Yiping's words were watertight.

Indeed, those popular clubs are really not for you. Gao Heng could not help but ask, 'Which clubs have you applied to?' That was a bit too targeted.

'What work have you done on this magazine?' Chen asked him, holding up the magazine.

'From registration to team formation, the overall positioning of the magazine, content positioning, reader positioning, advertiser positioning, advertising content positioning, etc., I have done it all. I am also the lead writer of some of the articles in this inaugural issue.'

'So tell me about the positioning of your magazine,'

'This is a serious political and economic magazine with Fortune 500 companies, or multinational companies with global strategies and visions, and political elites as its main readers and advertisers,' Feng Yiping clearly stated his own positioning of the magazine.

Teacher Chen was momentarily stunned. If it were a hobby, and you were paying for the book yourself, then it wouldn't be a problem. But this is a magazine, and it has such a high-level positioning. You also said that you wrote many of the articles yourself. Are you just being confident, or are you just a bull in a china shop, or, to put it bluntly, are you just being fearless because you're ignorant?

But when Feng Yiping said these things, he really sounded extremely confident. From the little time they had spent together, he didn't seem like an unthinking young man. 'Okay, I'll read it when I have time. By the way, are you giving all those to other teachers?'

'Yes, I've already given two to the vice president. Next, I'm going to visit each office and teacher, and then go to visit other departments and teachers.'

'Wait,' Chen was a little anxious when she heard this and interrupted him, 'How about this, you don't know the teachers well, I'll see if I have time tomorrow or the day after, and I'll take you there, okay?'

Chen was not being enthusiastic, he just didn't want Feng Yiping to make a fool of himself. In fact, it's fine for Feng Yiping to make a fool of himself, he's just a young man, and it's good for him to hit his head against a wall and wake up a little. It's also a very useful lesson to understand that some things cannot be done well just by being confident.

I guess there are other students starting their own businesses, but no one else wants to let the college or even the teachers know about it, just like Feng Yiping. So he doesn't want to get involved because of Feng Yiping's embarrassment, and he doesn't want the other teachers to laugh and say, 'That guy, Chen's classmate, talks big but does a mess, haha!'

Well, it's better to spend half an hour looking at it. If the content is not good enough, just let him give up the idea.

'Really? Thank you very much!' Feng Yiping, who didn't know what was going on, was very happy. Why do I always meet such enthusiastic class teachers?

PS: Thank you very much for your support! Thank you very much for your monthly tickets these two days. Your support is the driving force for me to persevere. I would like to thank the book friend "God of Autumn Light" in particular. For so many days, you have given me rewards every day without fail, which feels very heartwarming! To add a note, I am Southern Silver, so this heartwarming feeling means the Southern side.