Yan Jiantao raised his eyebrows in disagreement, “Will that really not be a problem? If it is not handled properly, our Peking University will become the target of criticism! After all, Zhang Ye is now a lecturer of Peking University. If his views are made known, then whatever trouble that comes along with it will also have to be handled by Peking University? And furthermore Little Zhang’s point of view has not been perfected or elaborated in full. He’s still so young and wouldn’t be able to handle the pressure from outside. What if the lessons turn out to be a mess later? Wouldn’t it be better if we delayed it for a few more days before posting? To see if Zhang Ye has anymore new evidence to show for?”
Wu Zeqing said flatly, “Hur Hur, there’s no need to wait a few days.” To the website administrator, she said, “Clean up the recording and post it up.”
“Yes, President Wu.” that person acknowledged.
Then, Wu Zeqing said to Yan Jiantao, “Professor Yan, I know that you have always been very stringent towards academic issues, but issues related to ‘Dream of the Red Chamber’ are not something that we can be overly stringent with. There are already all sorts of unsolved mysteries to it and at this point of time, being stringent is no longer the single most important factor. A daring questioning and view of it would be the most important thing. I believe that Teacher Little Zhang also wishes to be doubted from the outside world and the world of Redology. Only if that happens would there be more analysis and more debates. With more opinions and views, we will be able to finally gain a clearer understanding and solve this mystery. This should be a good thing.” She smiled as she was saying, “As to whether Teacher Little Zhang will be able to handle the pressure from outside, I don’t think that we should even be worried about it?”
You could worry about anything, everything has a chance to go wrong, but when it came to resisting pressure, a person like Zhang Ye would definitely have no problems handling it!
Professor Zeng was jubilant when he heard these words. “Professor Yan probably does not know the background of Teacher Little Zhang. Back then, during the hijacking of plane, Zhang Ye, who had never piloted a plane, stood forward at the most critical moment and landed it safely. He saved over a hundred lives. We can not use logic to deduce what this man is thinking.”
Chang Kaige, the other teachers and Peking University staff, who were present, had also heard a little about Zhang Ye’s miraculous stories. Their expressions broke out into wry smiles.
Of course, everyone tacitly knew that there was no reason to worry about Zhang Ye about handling pressure! In two live broadcasts, he had scolded his leader once and criticized the SARFT in the other. With all that pressure from the second incident, Zhang Ye could still scold the SARFT with a poem a day in a carefree manner. It could be said that he was the type who fought even harder the more pressure there was. This was the sort of literary hooligan he was. If he couldn’t take the pressure, then no one in this world would be able to take it either!