UGB Chapter 348 Summer Social Practice: My Self-Important Academic Cousin
Chapter 348 Summer Social Practice: My Self-Important Academic Cousin
The last few days of June were unusually hot and humid in Nanjiang City, like a giant steamer.
The cicadas were screeching loudly in the trees, as if they wanted to use up all the energy they had accumulated throughout the spring in this summer.
Universities across the country have officially entered their holidays.
While the villagers of Jiangjia Village were still immersed in their awe of Jiang Chen's methods and gloating over the three unlucky guys in the ditch,
A white sedan with a provincial capital license plate slowly drove into the village entrance.
The car came to a stop.
The car door opened, and a young man wearing a snow-white shirt and khaki trousers stepped off the car.
He had his hair neatly combed, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and carried a suitcase covered with logos of prestigious universities.
This man is Jiang Jianye's son, Jiang Xuewen.
Jiang Xuewen is back.
This high-achieving student, who had been a top student since childhood and was admitted to a prestigious university in the province, returned to his village in great style.
In his eyes, these uncles and elders in Jiangjia Village were nothing more than a bunch of good-for-nothing peasants.
He and these people are no longer from the same world.
In the past, every time he returned, he was treated like a star by the whole village.
But this time, things are a little different.
He carried his suitcase and walked on the smooth asphalt road of Jiangwanshan Avenue, looking at the solar streetlights lined up on both sides of the road.
On the construction site in the distance behind the mountain, the huge glass dome looks like an alien base.
Jiang Xuewen felt heavy-hearted, filled with bitterness.
I heard that all these changes were due to his cousin Jiang Chen, whom he had looked down on since childhood.
That bitterness quickly turned into naked jealousy.
How could Jiang Chen, an uneducated nouveau riche, earn so much money and turn the village upside down?
And he, a top student who graduated from a prestigious university and whose mind is full of advanced theories, still has to stay up all night for a few thousand yuan in scholarships.
Jiang Xuewen's eyes turned red with jealousy.
He didn't believe Jiang Chen had that ability.
In his view, Jiang Chen was just a lucky country bumpkin who didn't understand scientific management at all.
What he's doing looks impressive on the surface, but it's definitely an empty shell, and he'll lose everything sooner or later.
He returned to the village this time under the guise of leading a research group to conduct summer social practice research.
Actually, he was harboring malicious intentions.
He plans to use Jiang Chen's invested eco-park and processing plant as a negative example for study.
He wants to write a paper about how nouveau riche in rural areas inevitably fail when they blindly invest.
If his papers are sharp enough to be noticed by provincial economics journals, he can become a true young economics expert.
To appear professional, Jiang Xuewen specially invited Associate Professor Zhang Chengzhi from the provincial agricultural university.
Professor Zhang was known at the university for his extensive theoretical knowledge and his disdain for those who practiced theory.
Jiang Xuewen invited him over because he wanted to use the expert's words to denigrate Jiang Chen's business as worthless.
The next morning.
Jiang Xuewen and his group drove into the courtyard of Jiang's Food Processing Factory.
These men, dressed in crisp white shirts and black leather shoes, looked out of place in the rural setting.
Wang Xiuying received the call and warmly came out to greet her.
"Xuewen's back! Come in and sit down, have a drink of water!"
Jiang Xuewen nodded reservedly, his face displaying stiff politeness.
"Auntie, no need to trouble yourself. We're here for academic research, and our time is very precious."
He led his classmates and Professor Zhang straight to the production workshop.
Upon entering the clean and bright assembly line workshop.
Jiang Xuewen and his classmate made exaggerated movements almost simultaneously.
They took out clean white handkerchiefs and covered their mouths and noses.
This affected manner made Wang Xiuying, who was standing next to her, frown.
Inside the workshop, dozens of villagers were busy working in matching work clothes.
Selecting fresh strawberries and affixing packaging labels—the whole process is orderly and efficient.
However, in Jiang Xuewen's eyes, this scene became proof of backwardness and inefficiency.
He walked along the assembly line with his hands behind his back, as if he were inspecting a work site.
He looked at his uncles and elders who were working hard and regarded them as a group of worker ants who did not know how to think.
His gaze swept over his fourth uncle, Jiang Jianping, who was calculating the piecework, and he shook his head before suddenly raising his voice.
"Stop! Everyone, stop what you're doing!"
His voice carried a commanding tone.
The villagers were stunned, instinctively stopping what they were doing and staring at him blankly.
Jiang Xuewen cleared his throat, his face radiating an air of intellectual superiority.
"I just observed that your purely manual production model is too outdated."
"In modern management, this is called the low-end trap of labor-intensive industries, do you understand?"
"This kind of mechanized, repetitive labor has no technical content, very low added value, and is a complete waste of human resources."
Jiang Xuewen became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, and various professional terms came out of his mouth.
"From a macroeconomic perspective, your model violates the basic principles of excessive sunk costs and diminishing marginal returns."
"This means that all your hard work is actually a self-degradation of the industrial model, making it more low-end."
"Do you understand?"
He spoke his last few words with great volume, his face radiating arrogance.