The Poor School Heartthrob Was Secretly a Financial Titan - Chapter 43
Han Xuetao looked down at the form.
The list above shows several majors he can choose to transfer to, with the number of applicants currently listed next to them.
The first one: meteorology.
Is this the weather forecast? Every day you draw circles on the cloud cover, trying to predict if it will rain tomorrow?
Not really interested.
The second: Hydrogeology and Engineering Geology.
He’d heard Lao Xie mention that name once. Lao Xie had a relative who did this kind of work; although his name included “geology,” he didn’t work in oil fields or mines like mineral geologists, nor did he do formal scientific research like regional geologists. He mainly studied groundwater, reservoir dam foundations, and such things. After graduation, students were assigned to hydrological teams and engineering survey institutes, spending most of their time drilling and measuring water levels in remote areas, enduring harsh conditionsâeven more arduous than traditional geology.
In the words of twenty years from now, this is a dead-end major.
Moreover, Lao Xie said that now is the worst time for this profession because the Three Gorges Dam is still under construction, and the hydrological team is “all done and done with,” with nothing to do but stay at home and air out their blankets.
Han Xuetao became wary.
Although he didn’t care much about his major, he didn’t want to be taken advantage of.
Of course, whatever he chooses, he most likely won’t make a living from it. But since he’s already in university, he should at least learn some knowledge that might be somewhat useful in the future.
Keep reading.
The third is: paleontology and stratigraphy.
Han Xuetao felt a bit of toothache.
Is this major… just about studying dinosaur bones? Do you spend your days scrubbing fossils with a small brush, researching rocks from hundreds of millions of years ago?
The scene is too beautiful to imagine.
Fourth: Coalfield geology and exploration.
He glanced at it, and a slight thought crossed his mind.
In the late 1990s and early 2000s, being an individual coal mine owner was indeed all the rage. Many who caught that wave made a fortune. But then they thought, “In my past life, I had a net worth of hundreds of billions, and I could be developing Venezuela with Wall Street conglomerates and Texas oil tycoons. It seems a bit beneath me to become a coal mine owner in this life.”
Besides, all mines in China belong to the state. They can be shut down or rectified at will, so the career ceiling is actually very low.
Moreover, the key word in the coal boss business is “boss,” not “coal.” You can become a boss without studying coalfield geology.
He shook his head and continued reading.
Fifth: Environmental Geology and Environmental Science.
The word “new” next to it indicates that it is a newly established major. The number of applicants on the form is very small, indicating that it is quite unpopular.
Han Xuetao knew what was going on.
In the 1990s, public awareness of environmental issues was virtually nonexistent. The word “environment” immediately conjured images of garbage collectors and street sweepers. It was perfectly normal that no one applied to that major.
But he knew that the environmental protection industry would have a huge market in the future.
Twenty years from now, Wall Street and those international energy giants will all be involved in carbon emissions. Carbon trading, carbon tariffs, ESG investmentsâeach one is a track that prints money out of thin air.
He nodded to himself: If there’s nothing better, this is the one.
There is only one major left on the table.
Han Xuetao’s gaze swept over, and his eyes lit up slightly.
Cartography and Remote Sensing Geology.
He glanced at the number of applicants next to himâzero.
Not a single one.
How unpopular is this major? It’s even less popular than environmental science; it feels like the absolute worst of all the majors in the geology department.
But as Han Xuetao looked at those words, many images flashed through his mind.
Having spent his previous life in the underworld, he knew all too well what a map meant.
Smuggling routes, hiding places, transaction areas, police deploymentsâbefore each operation, the map must be thoroughly studied. Which roads to take, which spots to hide in, and which areas are blind spotsâall of this must be etched into their minds.
That was experience gained at the cost of one’s life.
He looked up at Section Chief Hou.
“Teacher, what does this major mainly teach?”
When Section Chief Hou heard him ask this, the muscles on his face twitched involuntarily.
Cartography? Isn’t that just drawing maps?
The work done at the surveying bureau was arduous, exhausting, and offered no future. Every day, you had to meticulously trace blueprints, stroke by stroke, and if you made a mistake, you had to start all over again. Field surveying involved carrying instruments up mountains, exposed to wind and sun, just like manual laborers.
After graduation, I joined the surveying bureau, but even after working my way up to retirement, I still couldn’t get ahead. This major is always short-staffed, with vacancies every year, and this year there were zero applications again. The major can’t be discontinued, so we’ll have to rely on transfers.
But he couldn’t say that.
Teachers can criticize the majors offered by the school, but as administrative staff, they cannot say they are bad.
“This major mainly trains people to master knowledge and skills in cartography, remote sensing technology, geographic information systems, etc. After graduation, they can work in cartography, remote sensing applications, geographic information system development, etc. Employment opportunities include surveying and mapping bureaus, geographic information centers, research institutes, etc.”
He spoke so seriously that he himself felt a little embarrassed.
He paused, then added, “Of course, you can also choose any of the other majors mentioned earlier.”
After all, they still had some conscience and couldn’t bear to send this good-looking, high-scoring boy to that terrible major. 581 points wouldn’t get him into the foreign languages ââdepartment, but in their geology department, he would definitely be among the top students.
After hearing this, Han Xuetao felt even more confident.
This is a great major.
He knew what others didn’t.
After 2000, GPS became widespread, and internet maps emerged. Following that, smart cities, autonomous driving, drones, and satellite remote sensingâwhich of these isn’t a goldmine?
Isn’t this the direction he’s been looking for?
After his rebirth, he kept thinking about what path he should take in this life. In his previous life, he had risen from prison to a gangster boss, navigating a life of bloodshed and violence. In this life, he had finally entered university and wanted to try a different path.
A life of repetition is the most meaningless!
But he hadn’t decided which path to take.
Now, seeing this major, he suddenly felt like the clouds had parted and the fog had cleared.
This is a path that can be both black and white, integrating the internet while remaining grounded in reality.
It can be used for both offense and defense.
He looked up and said, “Teacher, I’ve chosen this major.”
Section Chief Hou looked up at him: “Are you sure?”
“Sure!”
Section Chief Hou rubbed his face and then advised, “Why don’t you go back and discuss it with your parents? Once you’ve chosen your major, it’s not so easy to back out.”
Han Xuetao shook his head: “No need. This is fine.”
Section Chief Hou stared at him for two seconds and sighed inwardly.
I’ve run into a really stubborn person today. I’ve given them all these hints, but they just won’t get it.
He picked up a pen, found Han Xuetao’s name and student ID on the form, and filled it in the “Cartography and Remote Sensing Geology” column.
“Alright, take responsibility for any problems that arise in the future.”
It’s hard to persuade someone with kind words; they’re a devil in surveying.
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