Honestly, at this moment, Zhang Hongcai felt an almost murderous urge.
Especially when he thought about his trip to Xilin more than a year ago, the regret was even deeper.
If he had known things would turn out like this, he should have gone to Xilin with a do-or-die determination back then—even if it meant tying up Qiao Ze and dragging him to Yanbei.
Unfortunately, he failed at the time, and now his heartfelt words weren't moving these young mathematicians at all.
Most of them simply hung their heads, remaining silent.
A few raised their heads to look at him, but there wasn't even a shred of guilt on their faces.
Zhang Hongcai sighed inwardly.
There was nothing he could do. Ever since the school implemented the "up or out" policy, it indeed maximized the fluidity of talent, but the lack of tenured positions and the so-called contractual system also reduced the constraints on these young people. If they were dead set on leaving, he really didn't have a good way to stop them.
