The Literary Hero of the Republic of China (民国之文豪) [MTL]

Chapter 199

　　At this time, there was a wave of running schools all over the country, and people of insight were running schools in various places.

　　But generally speaking, running schools is supported by the government.

　　Especially in some small places, most of the government invites some educated people to run schools for the sake of political achievements, and the various expenses required for running schools are also paid by the government.

　　But it is very difficult for Mu Qiong to get the support of the government. Firstly, there is no shortage of schools in Shanghai, and secondly, he is simply throwing money into running schools like this, with no income, and the government will never agree.

　　So he has to do everything himself.

　　Wei Ting is very experienced in running schools. Before he opened Ping An Middle School, he helped the government run schools, then Ping An Middle School, and a university...

　　Mu Qiong chatted with him, and he felt that he had benefited a lot, and he took a lot of notes.

　　And this conversation soon came to dinner time.

　　"It's getting late, Mu Qiong, would you like to go to the cafeteria to have some food with me?" Wei Ting asked.

　　Mu Qiong agreed.

　　Wei Ting took Mu Qiong to the cafeteria of the university.

　　The canteen of this university is also a dusty house, and what is sold here is rice and vegetables. Among them, there are three kinds of pickled products: pickled vegetable oil residue tofu soup, salted fish, and salted duck eggs, and two kinds of stir-fried seasonal vegetables. And a big meat dish-roasted pork with dried plums.

　　Of course, if you pay extra, you can let the chef here cook small stir-fries alone, but the cook's craftsmanship is very average, and it must not be very delicious.

　　Wei Ting ordered stir-fried seasonal vegetables and roasted pork with dried plums, and asked the cook to fry two eggs for him, and sat opposite Mu Qiong.

　　Along the way, people kept saying hello to Wei Ting, and some people didn't even look at Wei Ting, they put rice into their mouths while reading.

　　On the table next to Mu Qiong, there was a student pouring the cheapest pickled vegetable and tofu soup into the rice bowl, eating with a spoon in one hand, and writing something in a notebook with a pen in the other.

　　"Many students here are not well-off." Wei Ting said.

　　At this time, the tuition fees of some well-known universities are not high, and the government-sponsored foreign students are completely paid by the state. However, although some students are not poor, they do not have much money. The young masters who didn't get into those powerful and wealthy families naturally couldn't get into a good university.

　　Wei Ting's university has given these people a chance.

　　And after they have studied in Wei Ting's university, if they want to study further, they can go to a better university or even find a way to go abroad.

　　Of course, although these people's families are not rich, they are not too poor. The reason why they eat the cheapest food at school is mainly to save money to buy books and so on.

　　"What the principal has done is admirable," Mu Qiong said.

　　"You praise me like this, are you praising yourself in a different way?" Wei Ting said with a smile: "Aren't you also running a school?"