The old year is about to pass, and the new year is coming soon. At this moment of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, the gate of Jiangbei No. 1 Middle School is full of flowers. Hundreds of male and female students in thin school uniforms are holding bouquets and waiting quietly.
With.
The school leader stood at the gate and kept looking at his watch. It was already three o'clock, a full half hour later than the agreed time. However, he did not dare to let the students go back to the classroom. What if Mr. Nie suddenly arrived?
For the overall effect, the school leaders required all students attending the welcome ceremony to wear autumn school uniforms. Boys should wear shirts and ties, and girls should wear skirts. Even if sweaters and thick wool socks were added to the school uniforms, the students were still shivering from the cold, and some
Her lips, which were of poor health, were all black and blue.
"Classmates, hold on a little longer, let's sing a song." A very discerning young teacher directed everyone to sing the school song, and the principal looked at him approvingly.
Snowflakes were gradually falling in the sky, and Mr. Nie hadn't arrived yet. The dean came to the principal and said, "Would you like to make a call and ask?"
The principal said: "That's rude, please wait a little longer."
"It's coming, it's coming." A sharp-eyed teacher pointed to the distance and shouted. A black limousine drove over and stopped in front of the No. 1 Middle School. The principal and dean of students hurried over and lowered the windows, revealing the old man.
Kind face: "Sorry, Principal Wang, there is an investment promotion meeting in the city that delayed the time."
"What are you talking about? Mr. Nie, please don't get out of the car. It's cold outside." The principal said thoughtfully.
The dean waved his hand to the back, and the shivering school drum and bugle troupe began to play. The male and female students also waved bouquets and shouted in unison: "Welcome, welcome, warm welcome..."
The principal and dean got in the car, and the car drove straight to the school auditorium. The place was decorated with lights and had been prepared for a long time. The heater was fully heated. The car stopped at the door. The bodyguard in black got out and opened the door, helping Mr. Nie.
When he came out, the old man was full of silver hair and energetic. He was wearing a black cashmere coat and looked very majestic.
The leaders and guests sat down on the rostrum, and fruit plates, drinks, and tea were placed one by one. The New Year's Day literary performance of No. 1 Middle School began. Two young teachers, a male and a female, acted as hosts. All the programs were directed and performed by teachers and students.
Although the school is not a school that specializes in arts, the cultural and artistic programs are impressive and unique.
The principal and the secretary sat on either side of Mr. Nie and introduced the situation to him in detail. When he saw the highlights, the old gentleman reservedly stretched out his hand and patted it slowly. From time to time, he said a few words to the principal and the secretary, and then three
Everyone nodded and smiled together, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.
"Who is that old man?" a new teacher asked his colleague.
"You don't even know about him, but you know about the big development, right?" a colleague asked disdainfully.
"Of course Dakai Development knows that, it is the most awesome developer in Jiangbei."
"Da Development was opened by his son. He used to be in our No. 1 Middle School. The old guy is very rich. The Wenfu Building in our school is named after him. He donates a lot of money to the school every year, a lot!
"My colleague said with a look of reverence.
"Ah! So awesome!" The new teacher was stunned. When he looked at Mr. Nie, his eyes were completely different.
But young teachers don’t know the glorious history of Mr. Nie. As early as the 1960s, the most revolutionary period, Nie Wenfu, who was a tea furnace worker in No. 1 Middle School, turned into a rebel overnight.
The commander led the Red Guards to fight against the principal and the teacher. I don’t know how many teachers were brutally murdered by him. The old principal was forced to death in a cowshed by him.
Later, things were rectified, and Nie Wenfu couldn't stay in No. 1 Middle School any longer, so he moved to work as a worker in the Municipal Jian'an Company. He climbed from an ordinary worker to the top of the Jian'an Company. In the early days of reform and opening up in the 1980s, he made a lot of money through speculation. Later in the 1990s,
During the restructuring of state-owned enterprises in the 1990s, through a series of operations, he turned the state-owned construction and installation company into his own private company without spending any money, and handed it over to his son Nie Wanlong to manage it.
This was all a long time ago. The past is like the wind. Who still remembers what happened back then? However, Mr. Nie remembers that he was deeply passionate about this once glorious school and donated many times to build teaching buildings, pastures and teaching equipment.
, and named one of the teaching buildings after himself. Of course, Nie Wenfu has now been changed to Nie Wenfu, who is more academic.
Mr. Nie is not a truly good person. He does all this with a purpose, which is to turn this prestigious middle school in Jiangbei City into his own private property.
"The next show, group dance, sailing on the sea depends on the helmsman, is performed by a group of girls from the second and third grade of high school. Please enjoy it." With the oriole-like voice of the announcer, the curtain opened, and nine girls wearing grass green 65-style military uniforms separated.
Three rows of slim people stood on the stage, all wearing liberation caps, one red star and two red flags, and red sleeve hoops on their arms. Brown artificial leather armed belts were tied on their slender waists that were not tight enough to hold a hand, making them even more slender and cute.
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Seeing this scene, the teachers and students in the audience all laughed, but Mr. Nie's breathing became rapid and he stared intently at the stage. The principal and secretary looked at each other and each smiled knowingly.
The dance began. Amidst the passionate singing, the nine girls started dancing. It was obvious that they had only undergone assault training, and their movements were not very smooth, and they could not perform the momentum of the revolutionary young generals sweeping everything back then. But in this situation
, still brought Mr. Nie back to that stormy time.
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The auditorium of the No. 1 Lieutenant Colonel was packed with young people wearing green military uniforms or blue tunic suits. They were noisy and noisy everywhere. Red flags were scattered on the stage. They sang passionately, "The revolution is stirring, and the soldiers have the morning sun in their chests." Nie Wanfu, the commander of the No. 1 Red Category 5 rebellion
His legs were crossed on the table, a large Qianmen cigarette was dangling from his mouth, and a blood-stained artificial leather armed belt was beside him.
On the stage, a group of teachers wearing tall paper hats with heavy iron plaques hanging around their necks stood shivering on their chairs. Behind each of them stood a young revolutionary general with arms akimbo and an armed belt in his hands, eyes wide with anger.
"Take them down!" Commander Nie gave the order, and these monsters and reactionary academic leaders were all taken down by the young general. Then nine female students in military uniforms walked to the stage, and the music of the helmsman who sailed on the sea sounded, and nine
The girls danced gracefully and gracefully, and the audience kept applauding.
Commander Nie's eyes were fixed on the girl who was leading the dance, without blinking. The girl was very beautiful, very beautiful, so beautiful that it made people feel happy...
"Old Nie, Old Nie..." Nie Wanfu suddenly realized that he was distracted. The dance had ended, and the principal and secretary of No. 1 Middle School were greeting him with a smile.
"Oh, very good, this dance is very good." Mr. Nie applauded, it was a real applause, not a reserved pretense. He patted and patted, and even took out a silk handkerchief and wiped it gently.
Corner of eye.
The principal and secretary looked at each other again, their hearts filled with pride. This time they finally got Mr. Nie's temper right.
"Mr. Nie, the school has prepared a New Year's dinner tonight. You must show your face." The principal said flatteringly, with an old face that wanted to drip with honey.
"This..." Nie Wanfu was noncommittal, and the secretary quickly added: "Mr. Nie, why don't you have some fun with the students?"
Nie Wanfu naturally understood the meaning, so he nodded reservedly and said, "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders. I haven't had a party with my children for a long time."
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The art performance was successfully concluded, the teachers were off work and the students were on vacation. Backstage in the auditorium, the girls who had changed their clothes were about to go out. Suddenly the dean appeared with a serious face and said: "Students, please call home.
There is a dinner at school in the evening."
Xiaoxue bit her lip in embarrassment, and finally plucked up the courage to say, "Director, I have to go back to deliver food, can you not participate?"
"How is this possible!" The dean of students stared with a look of surprise on his face: "Wen Xue, your classmate has very good grades, but you just don't like to participate in group activities. This is not good."
Wen Xue did not dare to refute anymore.
The girls boarded the school's minibus and drove towards Bao Chi Restaurant near Binjiang Avenue. It is a very high-end restaurant in Jiangbei City. It is overcrowded during holidays and it is hard to get a table. In order to reserve this table, the principal
But a lot of relationships were used.
Not long after the minibus drove away, Teacher Chen came. He was surprised to find that the students were missing, so he asked the school administrator: "Where are the students?"
"I asked Director Zhu to take him away. He said he was going to Bao Chi Tower for dinner."
When Teacher Chen heard this, he quickly ran into the carport and pushed out his bicycle.
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In Baoji Tower, a welcoming lady wearing a red cheongsam and a white mink shawl welcomed the distinguished guests from the No. 1 Middle School into the private room on the third floor. The spacious private room was warm as spring, luxuriously decorated, and courteous waiters
Walking back and forth in the corridor, the girls were dazzled by the crystal clear wine glasses, white napkins, and shining silver tableware, and they didn't dare to say anything.
The principal, secretary, and dean of students all took off their coats, revealing their suits and ties, and politely invited Mr. Nie to take a seat. Mr. Nie obeyed and sat at the top. The dean of students glared sternly at the chirping female students and said: "
Wen Xue, come and sit next to Grandpa Nie."
Mr. Nie looked at the dean with admiration, "You are a teachable boy."
Wen Xue clasped his hands together with a look of reluctance, but he didn't dare to disobey the director. It didn't matter to the other female students. They were all inexperienced girls and thought that nothing would happen if they stayed with the school leaders.
Like a group of cheerful deer, talking and laughing.
Youth is invincible, Mr. Nie sighed, and glanced at the girl named Wen Xue again. She was leading the dance just now. The stage was far away after all. Now the lights in the private room were brightly lit, and the fine hairs on the girls' necks could be seen.
Seeing this made Mr. Nie even more excited.
"Come, sit next to grandpa." Mr. Nie said kindly.
"Bang" the door opened, and Teacher Chen walked in. His hair was a little messy, and his coat was stained with mud, water and snow. Everyone in the room looked at him in surprise.
"Old Chen, why are you here?" the well-dressed dean with shiny hair asked in surprise.
Teacher Chen ignored him at all, walked over, took Xiaoxue's hand and walked out: "Xiaoxue, go home."
"Old Chen, what are you doing?" The dean stepped forward to stop him, but Teacher Chen forced him back with his eyes. He looked around the private room, but did not even look at the God of Wealth from No. 1 Middle School.
"You girls, please go home quickly. Your parents are waiting at the school gate."
The girls exclaimed, picked up their clothes and schoolbags, and slipped away in a flash. Although the principal and secretary had a high official position, in the minds of the students, the most respected and loved one was Teacher Chen.
"Let's go." Teacher Chen pulled Xiaoxue out of the private room.
The atmosphere in the private room suddenly became awkward. The principal and secretary were extremely embarrassed. Fortunately, Mr. Nie didn't care and said with a smile: "This teacher looks familiar."
"Mr. Nie has a good eye. This is our senior high school team leader Chen. His father, Professor Chen, has been the principal of our No. 1 Middle School since the 1950s. Lao Chen is good at everything, but he likes to rely on his elders to show off his skills. Alas, it makes Mr. Nie laugh."
The principal felt ashamed to accompany him.
"It doesn't matter, let's eat ours." Mr. Nie said with a generous smile.
The dishes started to be served. The prices of the dishes at Baojilou were extremely expensive. There was a dazzling array of dishes and the aroma of mellow wine. The atmosphere in the private room slowly relaxed again.
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Outside, the snow was already very heavy. The lights were just beginning, the ground was covered with snow, and cars were driving slowly. A middle-aged man with gray hair and a beautiful girl were pushing their bicycles hard against the wind and snow.