The young worker with the red sleeve band looked at Liu Ziguang suspiciously, as if he didn't believe his eyes, and shouted tentatively: "Four eyes?"
Liu Ziguang smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to know me, Zhuo Luoquan."
Qinggong was convinced, and he stepped forward and hugged Liu Ziguang. Both of them beat each other's back viciously. Soon, Qinggong couldn't stand it anymore, jumped away and shouted: "**Why are you so strong that you want to beat me to death?"
Me?"
Liu Ziguang chuckled and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I was too excited."
"Come to our security department office and sit for a while. We haven't seen each other for more than ten years." Zhuo Luoquan enthusiastically pulled Liu Ziguang. His legs were slightly apart. Maybe this was the origin of the nickname.
"Unfortunately, the old principal of our junior high school called me just now. I was on my way over. I'll look for you when I get back. I happen to have something to talk to you about," Liu Ziguang said.
"Okay, I'm on duty today, so you can come over later. The security department is still in the same place, remember."
"Remember to see you later." Liu Ziguang jumped into the car and sped away. It was not until he disappeared from sight that the young man from the security department sighed and turned around to continue patrolling.
…
When Liu Ziguang arrived at the gate of Chenguang Children's Middle School, he saw that the gate of his alma mater was still the same as before. Even the mottled wooden sign hanging next to the school gate was still the same. He couldn't help sighing. There were so many green past events behind this gate. All the past events were all in one moment.
It came to my heart and the corners of my eyes became wet.
The school door was closed during class time. Liu Ziguang locked his bicycle at the door and knocked on the door of the communication room. Coincidentally, the old man guarding the door was also the old Mr. Cheng. He is probably over 70 years old now. He is still energetic, but his eyesight is a bit bad.
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Liu Ziguang announced his name and Old Chengtou suddenly realized: "It's you. Come in quickly. Principal Wang is waiting for you. Do you remember how to get to the principal's office? Go to the fifth floor and turn right to the third door."
Liu Ziguang thanked him and went into the school. After he left, two sneaky teenagers emerged from the alley next to the gate. They looked around and saw no one was around. Then they took out a pair of large pliers from under their clothes and quickly stepped forward to cut them.
Liu Ziguang pushed the chain lock on the wheel and ran away. Old Chengtou was reading the newspaper in the reception room with his reading glasses but did not notice their actions.
Liu Ziguang walked through the empty gymnasium, recalling his school days. Those horizontal bars and parallel bars, those basketball hoops, seemed to still have his own body temperature. The rows of tall poplar leaves beside the track were still lush and the breeze rustled. For a moment, he seemed to have returned.
past.
After so many years, Zidi Middle School has not changed much. The neat campus and the teaching building with the loud sound of books show that it is still a vibrant school. When Liu Ziguang went to the teaching building, he simply stopped every step. He was recalling every step he took.
Thinking about the past, my youthful years of twelve or thirteen years old have passed away in this campus. I will never forget them in my life.
Finally, we arrived at the administrative floor on the fifth floor. There are several logistics offices of the school. Turn left and the third door is the principal's office. Knock lightly on the door and a kind and kind voice comes from inside: "Please come in."
Opening the door and sitting behind an old desk was Principal Wang. When he saw Liu Ziguang come in, the old man hurriedly came out, shook hands with him and asked him to sit down on a piece of cloth. He pulled up a chair and made a cup of tea in person for Liu Ziguang.
In front of him, he also took out an unopened pack of Furong Wang from the drawer and asked Liu Ziguang to smoke it.
Liu Ziguang was flattered and said politely: "Teacher Wang, I am your student. If you do this, I won't be able to sit still." As he said this, he stood up.
Principal Wang laughed and pressed Liu Ziguang on the sofa and handed him a cigarette: "Come to smoke and you are already an adult. We are equals now."
Liu Ziguang wanted to help Principal Wang light a cigarette, but he took out a pack of white redwoods from his pocket and said, "I only smoke this." He lit one himself.
Liu Ziguang lamented that Teacher Wang was still the same as before. He was a heavy smoker before and now he is an old smoker. The ashtray made of cans on the coffee table was full of cigarette butts, which was enough to prove this.
"Teacher Wang, if you come to me with anything, please tell me. I will do whatever I can and I will do my best if I can't. Just ask and don't be polite." Liu Ziguang felt a little sad. Principal Wang was already seventy years old.
He still fights in the education position for the students. This is not because he is greedy for power and money, but for the children. This can be seen from the three-yuan white box he drew and the old Chinese tunic suit he wore.
In order to treat himself, Principal Wang must have specially bought this pack of Furong Wang and this cigarette. Liu Ziguang would definitely help Principal Wang do something no matter how difficult it was.
Principal Wang sat down and puffed away the smoke and said: "I knew you were the right one. When those students came back yesterday, they went to class honestly and didn't leave until after school. This was something that was unimaginable before. I
I was shocked and after an interview I heard that you are very influential among the students, so I want to hire you as an off-campus counselor to help some underachieving students with their ideological work."
After speaking, Principal Wang looked at Liu Ziguang with a smile, waiting for his answer.
Without saying a word, Liu Ziguang slapped his thigh and said, "No problem! I am the external counselor, but I still have some personal opinions that I would like to express."
Principal Wang said: "You say."
Liu Ziguang said: "I remember that when I was a child, the external counselors were all hired by the People's Liberation Army or something like that to come once or twice every semester to just go through the motions and forget about it. It didn't work at all. Principal Wang, if you don't worry, I can come and be a substitute teacher for free."
Teaching ideological and political education through words and deeds will definitely educate them well."
Principal Wang slapped the table and said, "This is a great idea. It's more comprehensive than I thought. I'll go back and meet with the dean and grade leader to implement this matter and try to implement it as soon as possible."
After saying that, Principal Wang put out the cigarette butt that had been smoked to the root, lit another cigarette, took a deep breath and said: "Xiao Liu, the children today are different from your batch of children in the late 1970s and early 1980s.
Things that come into contact with at an early age are also complicated. Early love, involvement in gangs, and the Internet are all toxins that poison young people and corrode schools. In the future, you must specifically educate them not to touch these things."
Liu Ziguang was only halfway through smoking his first cigarette. When he heard what Principal Wang said, he explained: "Teacher Wang, I think everything must be done dialectically. What children today need is correct guidance instead of blindly blocking them. This is rebellion."
It’s better to be sparse than to be blocked at any age. And the new things like the Internet are not all bad. I remember there was a slogan when I was a kid. Anyone who can’t use Wubi font is behind the times. It’s the same now. Anyone who can’t use a computer or surf the Internet is behind.
era."
Principal Wang laughed and said, "I was testing you just now. It seems you are more mature than I thought. I have hired this substitute teacher. Okay, you can go back and prepare your homework first."
Liu Ziguang shook hands with Principal Wang again and the two said goodbye cordially. When Principal Wang sent Liu Ziguang downstairs, he was already smoking his fourth cigarette.
After leaving the school gate, Liu Ziguang took out his keys and tried to lock the car, but found that there was nothing in the corner. He looked around and saw no one next to the gate. His weighted 28-year-old car was really missing.
Liu Ziguang quickly went to ask the gatekeeper, Old Cheng, but he didn't see anything and was so angry that he immediately called the police.
When I called the 11o police station, the young policewoman who answered the phone was very polite and said that it had been recorded and asked him to go to the local police station and register it again. When the public security bureau releases stolen cars one day, he might go and take a look. Maybe he can find your car. Remember to come.
Always bring your ticket with you.
Liu Ziguang was speechless. He also understood that this kind of case was too small and there was no police force to investigate it. However, it was really frustrating to lose his car in front of his alma mater.
In desperation, he called Bei Xiaoshuai: "Who is covering Xiaobei's middle school? Which bastard's territory?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment and then he replied with a suppressed smile: "You are the one covering Brother Guang's middle school area."
"Ah!" Liu Ziguang then remembered that he was also the boss, but he thought wrongly. The younger projects in Internet cafes and schools were always left to Bei Xiaoshuai to take care of.
"Xiao Bei, don't talk nonsense to me. My bicycle was borrowed just now at the entrance of Zidi Middle School. I'll give you half a day until night. If you can't see the bike, I'll settle the score with you. If I find that the bike is missing a screw, I'll still settle the score with you!"
After saying that, he closed the phone and walked away angrily. I had no place to vent my anger and anger. It was probably these dropout teenagers who stole it. Their education problems are really serious.
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It was still early, so Liu Ziguang went to the factory to find Zhuo Luoquan first.
Zhuo Luoquan is not called Zhuo Luoquan but Zhuo Li. This man is Liu Ziguang's junior high school classmate. His father is a big-shouldered Mongolian man who was a retired soldier. It is said that he used to be a cavalryman and now he has a Type 65 cavalry sword at home. The blade is very sparkling.
Pull the wind.
Zhuo Li's mother is Han Chinese and her surname is Zhuo, so he has three names (eb users please log in to 6..com). The Mongolian name is Zhuoli Getu, which means warrior. The Han name is Zhuo Li, which also means very powerful. He also has a nickname.
Zhuo Luoquan was given to him by Liu Ziguang because Zhuo Li inherited one of his father's characteristics, the bandy legs developed from long-term horse riding.
It is very common for junior high school students to give each other nicknames. Liu Ziguang also had a nickname called Four Eyes because he wore glasses. Zhuo Li still remembers it.
We walked through the overgrown factory area and arrived at the first floor of the office building. Security guard Ke Zhuoli was reading a newspaper inside when he saw Liu Ziguang coming over to greet him. He poured tea and cigarettes. Liu Ziguang was careful and noticed that security guard Keli didn't even have a drinking fountain. It was still the old-fashioned way.
The cigarettes that Thermos Zhuoli smokes are only four or five yuan a box of Hongmei. It seems that his financial situation is not good.
There was no one else in the office and the two of them sat down to reminisce. When they graduated from junior high school, Liu Ziguang chose Pugao to go to the city's No. 3 Middle School, while Zhuo Li went to a factory-run vocational high school and majored in mechanical and electrical engineering. But after three years, he did nothing but fight.
After learning, he joined a factory to take over his father's class and worked in the security department for ten years.
"Is Zhuo Li married?" Liu Ziguang asked. Normally, there shouldn't be many of his peers who are thirty years younger and are not married.
"Oh, I get angry when I mention this. Now the factory is in recession and most of the workers have been laid off. I'm still working in the security department and I only get 600 yuan a month to smoke. How can anyone be willing to marry me?" Zhuo Li said with a sad face.
Liu Ziguang was secretly surprised that only 600 yuan was not as good as the salary he received as a temporary security guard at Zhicheng Garden. So he asked, "Why don't you go out and try your luck?"
"Well, since my parents are not traveling far away, it can still be regarded as a formal job."
Liu Ziguang was silent. Zhuo Li's thinking needs to be improved, but this kind of thing can only be done step by step and he cannot impose his own opinions on others.
"Okay, I'll help you see if there's a suitable job later. Now you have something to help me with," Liu Ziguang said.
"You can ask for anything."
"Just now I saw a scrapped Yangtze River 75° three-wheeler outside the west wall of the third workshop. I want to get it for fun. Do you have any ideas?"
Zhuo Li slapped his thigh: "Why do you want that pile of scrap metal when you are so full?"
Liu Ziguang smiled and said, "I'm right, just tell me if there's any way to do it."
Zhuo Li said: "There are two ways. One is to find a car and take me away. I will turn a blind eye. Anyway, it is under the control of our security department."
"What about the other way?"
"Then you have to spend a little more money to buy it from the guy in the factory's fixed assets liquidation office. It's estimated that this thing weighs several hundred kilograms. If it's fifty cents a kilogram, it'll cost you a hundred yuan, so I personally suggest you find a car to pull it."
Good going."
"How can we cause trouble for you?" Liu Ziguang said, "How about this? I'll pay fifty yuan to buy another cigarette and you can give it to the people in the fixed assets liquidation office. Do you think that's okay?"