"You're going abroad? When might you be coming back?" Inside the dean's office, Du Yuelin asked somewhat nervously. He was worried that once Hao Jian left, he might never come back to visit.
"It could be as short as within a month, or as long as within two months," Hao Jian said.
"That's good, that's good." Du Yuelin let out a sigh of relief, as two months was an acceptable wait.
But just at that moment, a fat middle-aged man walked in. It was the school's Academic Director Wang Zhigang.
Wang Zhigang was as fat as a pig, wearing a dark blue suit that appeared as if its buttons were about to burst open, and moreover, there was a disgusting mole with a long black hair hanging from it at the corner of his mouth.
Wang Zhigang looked at Hao Jian with a strange expression before reporting to Du Yuelin, "Dean, Dean Qiu from the Business School is here."
"Qiu Chenggong? What's he here for?" Du Yuelin frowned, clearly having a low opinion of this Qiu Chenggong.
