Public opinion in Nantou Township has been quite agitated in the past two or three months. Gossips are flying all over the place, and people's after-dinner chats are full of all kinds of imaginary and breaking news.
Among the various news, in addition to the gradual formation of rural and urban trade networks, a young man from Mawang Village made a fortune - he sold a big wild boar, rode a big motorcycle, and opened a repair shop. In short, people felt that this
Young people are capable.
Matchmakers from every village have looked for him three hundred times.
Today this young man has done something new. He wants to donate bicycles to Nantou Township Primary School, and give one to each of the teaching staff. The old man in the mailroom at the school entrance is trying to figure out whether he is a member of the staff.
The school leaders attached great importance to this and personally called the teacher Ma Jingma who had made the news and asked about the details in detail. The young female teacher immediately blushed and hesitated, saying that she would go and confirm it.
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It is a good thing that caring people donate to the school. It means that the school is successful and has been recognized by the people. The principal does not really care about bicycles, but he feels that if this thing is done, the end of the year summary will be full of brilliance.
Teacher Ma shouldered a heavy responsibility and was sent to ask Zhou Qingfeng for clarification the next day. As soon as she left the school, she saw Zhou Qingfeng riding his 'brand new' second-hand motorcycle to the school gate, with two ugly men hanging on the back seat of the motorcycle.
Don't pull out a few mismatched baskets.
"You..., what are you here for?" Ma Jing was anxious. She, who had always been cheerful, suddenly became nervous, "Why did you come to school to find me in broad daylight? Let me gossip."
Zhou Qingfeng was wearing a leather jacket, bell-bottom trousers, and a toad mirror with a label on his head. He was dressed like a Hong Kong and Taiwanese youth, looking weird. He spread his hands and said, "If I don't come during the day, how can I come at night?"
You don’t have anyone here tonight!”
Besides, Ma Jing ran to Zhou Qingfeng's shop from time to time, but she didn't appear to be shy. It would have been impossible for Zhou Qingfeng to find her. When asked in return, Teacher Ma immediately blushed, "Who told you to come here at night? Do you want to come?"
Come......"
The two young men were bickering, and the man in the mailroom at the door stuck his head out of the window and interrupted, "It's a good idea to come in the evening. There's no one around. It's convenient for anything. Teacher Ma, this is Xiao Zhou who needs to be donated. He's really handsome."
.Please help me, do the faculty and staff have a copy for me?"
"No." Ma Jing turned her head sharply and responded fiercely, giving the mail room uncle a disgrace.
Zhou Qingfeng smiled happily and quickly replied, "Yes, yes, yes."
The man in the mailroom just laughed out loud.
Teacher Ma grabbed Zhou Qingfeng's arm and wanted to ask first, but she saw a lot of things in the two baskets behind the motorcycle. Her attention was immediately attracted, and she asked doubtfully: "What are these?"
Zhou Qingfeng was speechless. He raised his head and sighed, "Don't worry about it for now. I'll talk to your principal about the donation. Your school is in poor condition. As a 'man who got rich first', I should come and encourage you."
Ma Jing was so angry that she glared at him fiercely. Just looking at the things in the basket, she felt that this guy was really willing to spend money.
The baskets were far apart, and the man in the mailroom at the door stretched his head like a turtle and couldn't see it. He only cared about the bicycles and shouted: "Young man, when are the bicycles going to be delivered?"
bike?
Which pot won’t be opened?
Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said frustratedly: "There are no more bicycles."
The uncle's face turned gloomy all of a sudden.
The motorcycle drove into the school, and Zhou Qingfeng was accompanied by Ma Jing to see the principal. The man in the mailroom felt so angry that he immediately went to the street to spread the word - the boy named Zhou was lying to people. He didn't donate the bicycle at all, he was just trying to trick people.
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It's hard to see people being nice these days, and news spreads very quickly. Zhou Qingfeng's wealth has aroused the jealousy of countless people. When the news about the mail room man came out, there were many people who clapped their hands behind his back, and everyone felt that this guy might be
It's over.
'Bad' news spreads from ten to ten. Many people want to watch the fun and go towards the school. When they arrive outside the school wall, they find that tables are being set up on the playground and a temporary podium is being built. Even the two students who are in class are
More than a hundred students were called out to line up.
"What's going on?" Someone asked while lying on the wall.
Several male teachers were working hard on the arrangements and briefly responded, "Zhou Qingfeng, a young entrepreneur from this hometown, never forgets the education in his hometown when he gets rich. Encouraged by our school's teacher Ma Jing, he decided to donate a batch of teaching materials to our school."
Teaching aids.”
Teaching aids?
This mandarin cliché sounds awkward.
The more people squatted on the wall, the more people asked, "Will you still donate bicycles?"
A male teacher objected without hesitation: "What kind of bicycle do you want? Are we such short-sighted people? We are engineers of the human soul. We don't sacrifice for bicycles. We only want teaching materials and teaching aids."
It still sounds awkward. But people basically confirmed it-it’s been a long time and there’s no bicycle?!
The school wall is less than two meters high and is in disrepair. The top of the wall is damaged. More and more people are lying on it. Yesterday, the county leaders didn’t even have so many people watching. Today’s donation ceremony was so crowded that it almost filled the inside and outside.
Three floors.
Listening to the people talking about bicycles outside the wall, several male teachers were very unhappy. They didn't pay attention to the idle people outside, and just kept instructing the students to move the tables and try their best to set up a beautiful table.
In a short time, the simple rostrum was arranged. The school leaders took the lead, and Teacher Ma led the way. They invited Zhou Qingfeng out of the teacher's office like a distinguished guest - a circle of people outside the wall stretched their necks, hoping to grab a seat like a giraffe.
Location with good view.
Zhou Qingfeng was praised by everyone and laughed extremely embarrassingly. He originally thought that he would just come over and give the gifts to Ma Jing and let the latter distribute them to the teachers in the school. But the school leaders did not agree, and neither did the teachers in the school.
They didn't even attend classes, so they had to hold an on-site donation meeting.
Today’s donation meeting must have a sense of ceremony!
Don't be careless.
After leaving the office, Zhou Qingfeng could not go to the venue that had just been set up. He had to be taken to visit the school's teaching building - it was actually a two-story bungalow with seven or eight classrooms, shabby and with mottled doors and walls.
There are some faded portraits hanging on the walls of the teaching building, and Marx, Engels, Zhan Tianyou, Mao Zedong, ** and others can still be vaguely recognized. Many other pictures are blurred, and it is really difficult to recognize the original figures.
Zhou Qingfeng looked embarrassed. But the principal didn't take it seriously. He only said that the school's conditions were poor and it really needed financial support from social forces. In addition, the school leaders also wanted to praise Teacher Ma Jingma for being loyal to his duties and dedicated to the cause of education for the people.
Take root at the grassroots level.
As a result, Teacher Ma's face turned red after being talked about, and he didn't dare to raise his head.
After the tour was over, Zhou Qingfeng was formally invited to the rostrum covered with a red tablecloth. Others asked him to take a seat, and he did not forget to bring up the two large baskets hanging on the motorcycle - several male teachers wanted to help.
, I can’t carry it, it’s too heavy.
The two big baskets were really ugly and did not match the atmosphere of the scene at all. People outside the playground wall stared wide-eyed, trying to see what was in the baskets?
Ma Jing also felt that the two baskets were too annoying and couldn't help but whisper: "The things you want to donate are worth tens of thousands, can't they be packed in other things?"
Zhou Qingfeng said helplessly: "I also want to make it beautiful, but I only have a basket. No more words, let's finish this matter quickly. This ceremony is too tiring."