In the early 1990s, the educational gap between economically developed areas and backward areas was terrifying.
Xiao Qian still remembers that when she first came into contact with English in her previous life, she was already in junior high school. But the children here in Modou were only in the first grade of elementary school and they already started gossiping about the scandal between Xiao Ming and Lily.
Fortunately, the English teacher was not a bad old man like Liang Daguang, but a beautiful and intellectual young lady, which made Xiao Qian much more enthusiastic about this course.
It has to be said that in places that are at the forefront of the times, the advanced nature of many things can only be appreciated through personal contact.
At least the young lady's standard and fluent English accent makes people extremely comfortable.
In her previous life, Xiao Qian went to high school in her hometown in Northeast China and was tortured by bad English. After arriving in Shanghai, she was suddenly faced with an all-English teaching, and she was like a stupid roe deer, unable to understand anything.
Finally, the teacher stopped speaking English. Damn it, he actually started talking in the Modu dialect again.
The pain of learning two foreign languages at the same time is really overwhelming.
"Come on, everyone, read with me."
The young lady walked among the children, her tone was particularly kind and sweet.
"Hello, my name is..."
Instantly, loud children's sounds filled the classroom, giving the young lady a sense of accomplishment.
It wasn't until she saw an old monk sitting down that her eyebrows frowned.
"Classmate Xiao Qian, why don't you read?"
What should Xiao Qian do?
I had to say: "Teacher, I'm very busy."
The young lady walked up to him and said earnestly: "You know, English is very important. If you don't learn English well, you will..."
The young lady couldn't continue talking.
No matter who sees the English version of "Times" presented by Xiao Qian in front of them, they probably won't be able to educate them.
"You...you understand?"
Xiao Qian pouted.
"I can't understand, what am I doing with it?"
The young lady's whole body is not feeling well.
"How can you possibly understand?"
She once read the English version of "Times", but many of the vocabulary words in it needed to be consulted in a dictionary. But a child in the first grade of primary school could read smoothly, which made her feel bad.
The young lady didn't believe it, so she grabbed the magazine and randomly selected the contents to test Xiao Qian.
However, her approach was destined to be in vain.
No matter which paragraph it is, Xiao Qian can read it smoothly and translate its precise meaning.
The young lady's pretty face turned red, and she realized that her professionalism, which she was proud of, was not as good as a child.
But then, she thought of something, and her expression suddenly became excited.
"Classmate Xiao Qian, the teacher discovered that you are actually an English prodigy. The teacher thinks that if you work hard..."
Xiao Qian understood what she meant instantly.
"Teacher, before you, there were people who said I was a math prodigy and a football prodigy. Who do you think I should listen to?"
The young lady retreated in frustration and was heartbroken that she had lost a talented student.
Seeing that Xiao Qian actually told the teacher to leave, Li Qingjue was very curious. She took out the magazine and asked curiously: "Xiao Qian, didn't you use it to make paper airplanes?"
This magazine was brought from her home. Only families like Li Jianguo and Xu Mingxia could get such foreign magazines.
But when Li Qingjue shook it off casually, the magazine spread out, and a colorful bikini picture suddenly appeared, making her throw the magazine away.
"Ah, Xiao Qian, you are not serious."
Xiao Qian picked up the magazine and found the section she was reading again, not wanting to argue with a little brat.
"Humph, summer insects cannot talk about ice."
Li Qingjue burst into tears, feeling extremely aggrieved.
She found that she had less and less advantage when facing Xiao Qian.
Originally, he could curse people in Modu dialect to bully Xiao Qian who didn't understand. But as Xiao Qian got better and better in Modu dialect, Xiao Qian always bullied him with words that she didn't understand.
Will I have to be oppressed by this hateful guy for the rest of my life?
The little Li Qingjue was full of sorrow and thoughts, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
After school today, Xiao Qian and Li Qingjue did not go home directly, but went to Li Jianguo's office.
There seemed to be some extremely important activities at Xu Mingxia's school. It seemed that the city leaders were here, so they couldn't take care of the two children and asked them to go to Li Jianguo's office first.
Wait for Xu Mingxia to finish her work before picking them up.
When Xiao Qian and Li Qingjue arrived, Li Jianguo was calling Xu Mingxia.
"No, why did you leave your children here? I am a company and I am so busy, how can I have time to take care of them?"
Before Xu Mingxia on the other end of the phone could reply, Xiao Qian put down her schoolbag and was already there.
"It's okay, Uncle Li, you are busy with your business, I will keep an eye on you and won't cause any trouble."
Li Qingjue threw her schoolbag on him, dissatisfied that he had falsely accused him in front of his father.
Li Jianguo put down the phone and could only curl his lips when he looked at the two children who were like happy enemies.
"Okay, you two are doing homework or playing, just don't make trouble."
After saying that, he asked his secretary to get water and snacks for the two children, and then he lay on the table and started reviewing documents.
Li Qingjue is diligent and eager to learn, and has already spread out his homework and got busy.
Only Xiao Qian had nothing to do, so she started walking around Li Jianguo's office with her little hands behind her back.
The office is as big as a basketball court. There is a door behind Li Jianguo's desk. If his guess is correct, there should be a lounge inside.
I just wonder if a disheveled secretary will come out of this lounge?
But thinking about Xu Mingxia's toughness, Xiao Qian concluded that Li Jianguo had the heart but not the courage.
After walking around the office, he finally stood in front of a huge map.
The words on the map show its purpose: Construction planning map of Pdong New District, Magic City.
At this time, there was no P East New District, and Lujiazui was still part of the H Pu District. But the concept of P East New District was already used on this map, which is enough to show that the people who used this map were powerful people who were ahead of the vast majority.
This is also true.
Li Jianguo's identity is the chairman of the Modu Construction Group, and his company is responsible for the construction and planning of the entire P East New District's infrastructure.
Xiao Qian looked at the map. The prototype of the future P East New District had already appeared on the map. The main streets were no different from the memories of his previous life, as if they were vividly presented in his mind.
“What a genius design!”
Although Li Jianguo was working, he had been paying attention to his two children. When he saw Li Qingjue doing his homework, but Xiao Qian was looking around, he wanted to teach them a few words.
When he heard Xiao Qian's admiration, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Little brat, do you understand?"
Xiao Qian turned around and saw his mocking look.
"Is this difficult?"
Oh, I'm still not convinced.
Li Jianguo decided to let this pretentious little brat recognize the reality.
"Then tell me, where is this design genius?"
It was obvious that Li Jianguo was extremely proud when he asked this question.
After all, it was an undertaking that he personally participated in. When he thinks about the countless people who will benefit from it in the future, it's hard not to feel proud.
Xiao Qian was not polite to him either.
"This design is certainly a genius. He can come up with a design and plan that so many people criticize. I'm afraid I can't find anyone else in the world."
Li Jianguo's face turned blue.
"What did you say? Who wants to scold you? Why scold you? Humph, if you don't tell me something, don't blame me for whipping you."
Xiao Qian was not afraid of him at all and pointed towards the Yan'an East Road Tunnel.
"Uncle Li, if you were stuck in traffic for two hours every time you drove here, would you curse me?"
In the previous life, traveling from Lujiazui to Puxi, or from Puxi to Lujiazui, was really full of bitter tears for the self-driving party.
The reason lies in the insufficient traffic capacity of the Yan'an East Road cross-river tunnel.
This tunnel connecting the two major economic centers of Lujiazui and People's Square has only four lanes in both directions, but together with the three bridges of Yangpu, Lupu and Nanpu, it handles 70 to 80% of the passenger flow across the river.
In addition, the Puxi exit of the Yan'an East Road Tunnel is directly connected to the elevated road, which further increases traffic congestion.
Obviously, the people who originally designed this tunnel never thought that the traffic situation in Shanghai would be so serious in the future.
Now, when Li Jianguo and his company are making plans, they connect the Yan'an East Road Tunnel and Century Avenue just like what Xiao Qian saw in the previous life.
Coupled with the nearby Fenghe Road, Lujiazui Ring Road, Yincheng Middle Road, etc., it is scary to think about it.
He had experienced it personally, so he naturally pointed it out.
He said he was happy and strolled away with his hands behind his back. Li Jianguo was left alone in a daze.
After a long time, Li Jianguo called his secretary in, pointed at the map and asked, "Who designed this?"
The secretary quickly said: "Chairman, is there anything you don't understand that you need to communicate with the experts?"
The veins on Li Jianguo's face were as solid as iron.
