mijobooks Chapter 33 Annual salary of 40?
Chapter 33 Annual salary of 40?
A week slips away unnoticed.
The fervor for club recruitment has gradually subsided, and campus life has returned to normal.
That evening, Lu Feng returned from the library with three books in his arms and pushed open the dormitory door.
The expected sounds of gunfire or movie noise did not appear.
The dormitory was quiet.
In the dim light, four figures were hunched over their desks, their postures like devout believers bowing to the open books.
Another person even brought out all their high school clothes.
Lu Feng paused, raising an eyebrow.
Have they changed their ways? These lazybones actually know how to study now?
He placed his schoolbag on his chair.
The four people turned around.
Zhang Wei's eyes were unfocused, and he was still clutching a pen in his hand.
"Old...Old Lu..."
"You're back?"
"What are you all doing? Are you all cosplaying 'Midnight Study Room'?" Lu Feng pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Exams...exams!" another roommate wailed, her voice trembling with tears.
"Tomorrow morning, the advanced mathematics midterm exam! Closed-book!"
"Damn, how come I didn't know?" Lu Feng was stunned for a moment, then took out his phone and looked at the course schedule, which indeed showed "Advanced Mathematics (Midterm)".
For the past month, he's either been tinkering with mechs in the lab, studying electromagnetism in the library, or brainstorming with Newton and Tesla in the Inner Space, completely forgetting about this.
"Brother, help me!"
Zhang Wei scrambled off the chair and grabbed Lu Feng's leg, his posture so humble it was almost groveling.
"Please! Give me some key points, bro! If you don't, I'll have to fake my death on the spot during the exam tomorrow!"
The other three people also gathered around.
"Why are you looking at me? I'm not the exam setter." Lu Feng got goosebumps from the commotion and kicked Zhang Wei away.
"No! You are!" Zhang Wei stubbornly climbed back up, now holding a brand-new calculus textbook, which he presented with both hands.
"You're the exam setter for our dorm!"
Lu Feng was exasperated by this bunch of clowns, so he had no choice but to take the book and flip through it casually.
"Alright, alright, stop howling."
He picked up a pen and drew several circles on the table of contents.
"Function limits, derivatives and differentials, and the mean value theorem—just these three chapters. The midterm exam will at most cover these topics."
"The big problems are nothing more than finding limits, finding derivatives, proving inequalities using Rolle or Lagrange, plus one Taylor series application problem, that's about it."
As he spoke, he quickly sketched on the book.
"This question is a sure thing; it's just a different function form."
"And this one, implicit function differentiation, a freebie."
"These proof problems all follow the same approach; you only need to memorize one of them."
In less than five minutes, he had filled half of the advanced mathematics book with markings.
Four people surrounded him, their heads huddled together.
"Let me explain this Taylor series problem to you. It's a bit complicated..." Lu Feng started to say, preparing to go into more detail.
As a result, he spoke for ten minutes.
Four people, eight eyes, still bewildered.
"Wait a minute, Lao Lu," Zhang Wei said, scratching his head.
Why does sinx only need to be expanded to third-order terms, but cosy needs to be expanded to second-order terms?
Lu Feng took a deep breath: "Because the denominator is x to the fourth power, the numerator must be made infinitesimal of the same order to find the limit. If you expand the cosy function to the first order, the y² term cannot be canceled!"
"Oh...then...why can this remainder be ignored?"
"Because it's a high-order infinitesimal!" Lu Feng felt his blood pressure starting to rise.
He spent half an hour talking until his mouth was almost dry, but these guys were still getting hung up on some of the most basic concepts.
It feels like a max-level veteran trying to teach a group of newbies in a beginner's village how to fight the final boss, only to find that they don't even know how to use basic attacks.
"Alright!" Lu Feng slammed the book shut, giving up on treatment.
"The test will only cover what I've marked. You can memorize it yourselves, however much you can. I can't save you."
He felt that if he continued talking, he might have a heart attack.
Human joys and sorrows are indeed not shared.
An unfamiliar number, its location is listed as Shenzhen.
Lu Feng frowned and answered the call.
"Hello."
"Hello, is this Lu Feng from Gangcheng University?" A very polite male voice came from the other end of the phone.
"It's me. And you are?"
"I'm Wang Hao from the Human Resources Department of Huawei Technologies."
For China!
The few people in the dormitory who were engrossed in memorizing formulas stopped abruptly upon hearing this name, their ears instantly perking up.
"Lu, we saw your exoskeleton design through the Mechanical Innovation Competition, and the company's senior management greatly admires your talent."
Wang Hao, speaking sincerely on the other end of the phone, said, "We would like to formally invite you to join us at Weihua after you graduate."
"Regarding your annual salary, we are offering you a starting price of 400,000, plus company stock options. This is just the price for the first year, and it will be adjusted annually based on your contributions."
Four hundred thousand!
"Hiss~"
A collective gasp filled the dormitory.
In 2012, the average monthly salary for a college graduate was only around three thousand yuan.
A salary of 400,000 yuan a year is an astronomical figure for these students who haven't even graduated yet.
What's more, the other party is Chinese!
Zhang Wei had even begun to fantasize about Lu Feng reaching the pinnacle of his life after graduation, with himself following behind, enjoying a life of luxury and comfort.
However, Lu Feng on the other end of the phone listened calmly, his face showing no emotion.
Four hundred thousand?
If it were his past life, he would have agreed without hesitation, and might even have been so excited that he would have been incoherent.
But now?
Are you using this to test your cadres? Which cadre can't withstand such a test?
"Manager Wang, thank you very much for your company's appreciation." Lu Feng's tone was polite but distant. "However, I don't plan to work right after graduation. I want to pursue further studies and go further on the path of scientific research."
Wang Hao on the other end of the phone was clearly taken aback, seemingly not expecting to be rejected so decisively.
"Mr. Lu, wouldn't you like to reconsider? The platform and resources we're offering to Huaneng are top-notch in China..."
"No need, thank you."
Lu Feng interrupted him directly and hung up the phone decisively.
After a full half minute, Zhang Wei finally spoke, his voice trembling.
"Old...Old Lu...that's...400,000! For Hua!"
"You... you're just going to refuse like that?"
Lu Feng tossed his phone back onto the table, turned around, and looked at their horrified expressions, finding it somewhat amusing.
He leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head, and said calmly, "A person has to have some aspirations in life, right?"
Pursue?
Their goal is to pass all exams, find a good job after graduation, and be grateful if they can earn over 10,000 yuan a month.
Lu Feng's pursuits are clearly on a different level from theirs.
Lu Feng's pursuit seems to be the vast starry sea.