October 16th.
Huang Youjie returned to Mist City Arts and Science University along with Liu Ping, his father Liu Yongzhi, the university’s legal team, students of journalism and dia studies, and journalist Lu Jianan’s team from NTS, from County X.
The news event that had been hotly debated for two or three days was gradually cooling down.
Liu Yongzhi, Liu Ping’s father, had refused interviews from all dia outlets except the NTS news team.
After returning to Mist City Arts and Science University, Ding Yue arranged for the follow-up for Liu Ping’s father.
For instance, housing issues.
Since Ding Yue had once promised Liu Ping that he could provide a job for his father Liu Yongzhi.
If so, the school could certainly solve the accommodation problem as well.
With so many dormitory buildings at Ding Yue’s Mist City Arts and Science University, even the faculty dormitory buildings are not fully occupied, so providing a dormitory for Liu Yongzhi to reside in is not a problem at all.
Inside the Administration Building office.
Ding Yue t Liu Yongzhi, who looked much more energetic than the previous day. Liu Ping told Ding Yue that he had chatted with his father in the hotel last night, and the father and son’s affection was gradually warming up.
"Dad, this is Principal Ding of our Mist City Arts and Science University," Liu Ping introduced Principal Ding to his father Liu Yongzhi, "Principal Ding provided with legal support and sent a legal team led by Director Huang to help . Also, Editor Lu of NTS ca to interview and report on our matter after Principal Ding contacted them."
Liu Ping knew very well that the school’s assistance and Principal Ding’s concern had played a significant part in his father’s swift regaining of freedom, the handling of the negligent personnel from years ago, and his father Liu Yongzhi’s application for official compensation.
Therefore, the person Liu Ping most wanted to thank was Principal Ding.
"Thank you, Principal Ding, Ping told everything last night. I...I don’t know how to thank you."
Liu Yongzhi ca forward, shaking Ding Yue’s hands in excitent.
Ding Yue could feel the excitent and gratitude from this middle-aged man, so he warmly smiled and said, "Liu Ping is our student at Mist City Arts and Science University, and it just so happens that I t him the day before his registration. He even gave a Luban Lock made through tenon-mortise craftsmanship."
"Principal Ding, actually my father’s tenon-mortise craftsmanship is even better than mine," Liu Ping happily said.
"Is that so?"
Ding Yue looked at Liu Yongzhi in surprise.
The man had been detained for eighteen years and still retained his tenon-mortise craftsmanship?
Liu Ping learned his tenon-mortise craftsmanship from his grandfather, a master of the art. So obviously, before Liu Ping was born, it must have been his father Liu Yongzhi who was learning the tenon-mortise craftsmanship from Liu Ping’s grandfather.
"Yes!" Liu Ping confird confidently, "My father said he has been learning the tenon-mortise craftsmanship from my grandfather since he was a child."
At this ti, Liu Yongzhi also laughed and said, "After being locked up, I didn’t abandon my trade. I produced quite a few pieces of tenon-mortise craft work while I was in there and even earned the prison so money through it, which got a chance at a reduced sentence."
Generally speaking, even if one is imprisoned, they would still have the opportunity to showcase their skills. For craftsn like Liu Yongzhi, getting the chance to exhibit their skills and even earn a reduction in sentence as a result of their mastery or achieving certain results, it is indeed possible.
In that case, Liu Yongzhi’s tenon-mortise craftsmanship might have even improved in the eighteen years he was inside?
"So your tenon-mortise craftsmanship must be quite good, right?" Hearing this, Ding Yue’s eyes lit up with surprise.
Haven’t Ding Yue promised to provide Liu Ping’s father Liu Yongzhi with a job?
He had initially thought that after being detained for eighteen years, and with Liu Yongzhi’s low level of education, the best jobs Liu Yongzhi would be able to handle after his release were all low-end, like security guard, cleaner, or driver.
But Ding Yue had overlooked one fact: that was Liu Yongzhi had inherited his family’s trade of tenon-mortise craftsmanship from his son Liu Ping.
Together with the fact that Liu Yongzhi did not abandon his trade during his eighteen years inside, his skills had likely beco even more refined.
This craftsmanship could certainly be used in his Institute of Traditional Chinese Studies for teaching traditional crafts at the Mist City Arts and Science University.
Initially, Ding Yue had intended to invite Liu Ping to teach the tenon-mortise craftsmanship.
But now it seed that Liu Yongzhi might be a more suitable candidate for the job.
Although Liu Yongzhi had been locked up for eighteen years, he was innocent, so he wasn’t a criminal. He was simply an ordinary man with a tragic fate.
Now that there was a better job available, Ding Yue decided to give him a try.
"Principal Ding, Ping told you were going to give a job. I don’t know how to thank you enough for that. Although I’m uneducated, I can definitely handle jobs like being a security guard or a cleaner. I’m strong, so I can also do so heavy labor!"
Liu Yongzhi still grasped Ding Yue’s hand with gratitude in his eyes.
Principal Ding gently patted these calloused hands and laughed, "No, no, no, there’s a better job now."
"Principal Ding, didn’t you say you’d pick from jobs like security guard for ? What other better jobs are there?"
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