Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2508 - 2346: Establishing Graduate Programs

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Previously on Rebirth: Super Banking System...
The United Kingdom struggles against the Asia Dollar's dominance, with the British Pound falling further amid expert criticisms. In Huaxia, June arrives with the National College Entrance Examination, as Yantang University issues rare deep discounts on constant temperature clothing and mobile phones, exciting the public. Yantang students wrap up the academic term, reflecting on their growth, certificate rewards, and secured internships through the school's vast connections, while anticipating campus recruitment.

Automobiles.

Dwellings.

Wealth.

Diligence can secure them all. Over three years of intense learning, their horizons broadened alongside their self-assurance. They hold a steadfast conviction in their potential to succeed.

Indeed.

Lacking Yantang University's prestige, success remains within reach. The grueling three-year regimen, akin to high school rigor, proved far from futile.

Progress.

Manifests clearly.

Certainly.

Not all graduates rush into corporate jobs for quick cash.

Graduate entrance tests.

Government job exams.

Overseas studies.

Taking over family enterprises.

...

These options claim a large share too. Though paths diverge, optimism for tomorrow unites them, certain that Yantang's teachings will serve lifelong.

...

"Alas!"

"Regrettable that Yantang University lacks graduate programs."

This lament.

Echoes countless Yantang pupils.

Truthfully.

Post-bachelor's here, many crave deeper academia. A degree lands jobs easily, yet advanced credentials always add value.

"Hoping for some miracle."

"Too late now—no miracles at this stage. Grad school sign-ups start late September; three months without buzz? Impossible."

"You're right!"

"What a shame."

"..."

For now.

No word on Yantang University's graduate offerings. Silence spells doom in their eyes.

Disheartenment creeps in.

...

Meanwhile.

In Shanghai.

Tang Qing sits in his office, fingers drumming softly on the desk.

Abruptly.

His phone rings.

"Jiaojiao." Tang Qing picks up with a grin.

"It's settled."

Dou Jiao beams over the line.

"Thanks so much."

"No need—your clout made it happen. Even my dad couldn't swing Yantang's graduate approval alone." Dou Jiao replied.

Earlier.

Tang Qing pushed hard for Yantang University's graduate eligibility. Back then, as a fledgling institution, credentials were thin.

Today.

Three years on.

Foundations remain modest.

Yet.

Who doubts their teaching prowess? A standout private powerhouse, Yantang's approach defies imitation.

--- Lavish funding.

Results shine bright.

At minimum.

Per-student certifications top the national charts. By year three, nearly every capable undergrad holds valuable ones.

All possess them.

Naturally.

Slight hyperbole. Still, it underscores stellar instruction. Certs might lack depth, but they benchmark like test scores.

A metric.

Hence.

Undergrad excellence earns rave reviews from Education authorities.

Actually.

This barely scratches postgraduate readiness. True power stems from Sky Eye and Qingyuan Technology's sway.

...

Sky Eye.

China's top headhunting firm and business consultancy. Its industry insights run profoundly deep.

Furthermore.

Over ten thousand under oversight.

Thus.

In social sciences, its expertise eclipses universities; even elite ones like Qingbei trail in finance, economics, management.

Qingyuan Technology.

China's premier tech giant.

Nearly 100,000 R&D staff, partnering every 211 university nationwide—tech innovation potential boundless.

Downright formidable.

In essence.

For social or natural sciences, assembling postgraduate faculty is effortless for Tang Qing.

Graduates.

Fit the bill perfectly.

Centered on advanced discipline study and research. Lacking such strength for postgrads? Absurd.

Thus.

After thorough review.

Finally.

Authorities greenlight Yantang's graduate programs.

...

Truth be told.

Not solo for Yantang; it's the inaugural private college grad pilot batch, slotting Yantang in.

Absent that.

Prior years.

No solo breakthrough, however mighty. First nationwide private grad trial targets four schools.

Now.

Five total, Yantang included.

Standout.

Yantang secures most fields. Rivals max at two to five.

Yantang claims eighteen.

Precisely.

Eighteen majors—over triple the runner-up.

Inevitable.

Overwhelmingly superior.

Undeniably elite. Peers toiled mightily, yet Yantang's backing elevates it leagues above.

Consequently.

Privileges differ.

Key factor.

Heavy hitters lobbying topside.

Chai clan.

Zheng lineage.

Cui house.

...

Elite bloodlines; recall second-gen fortunes from Tang Qing's IPOs and deals over years.

Thus.

Reasonable asks sail through. Father's education deputy role lacks solo pull.

This feat.

Even he marvels at the seamlessness.

Effortless passage.

Top to bottom.

...

Post-Dou Jiao call.

Inbound rings multiply. Chai Ren, Zheng Lin orchestrated Beijing maneuvers; Tang Qing stayed put—voilà.

Gratitude essential.

Last.

Dials Yantang's Principal, Su Hong.

"Director Tang."

At present.

Su Hong remains in the dark.

"Launch the Research Institute build for Yantang University." Tang Qing states flatly.

"This... approved already?"

Su Hong stuns. He tracked the grad bid, kept hush-hush, no fanfare.

True to Tang Qing.

Success first.

Then proclaim.

Dodge failure's sting.

Research hub.

Long-planned component. Current campus ample, but grads strain it. Tang Qing decrees: erect!

Graduate campus too.

Land secured.

Yet.

Not Yantang's deed; Qingyuan Technology's. Su Hong knows Tang Qing's return vision, thus Qingyan City tech park rises.

Underway.

Vast acreage.

Portions as R&D haven, others primed for grads undeveloped. Off Yantang books, so stealthy.

Now.

Approval in hand, ramp Research Institute pace.

"Got it."

Su Hong quivers with thrill.

"Yes, September grad sign-ups—we'll take applicants, but snag mentors by August's close."

"On that."

"Stick to the blueprint."

Tang Qing affirms.

Faculty.

Effortless.

Headhunt away. Qingyuan's 211 ties no fluke. Thousands of joint grad supervisors.

Years of targeted prep.

Roundup?

Trivial task.