Comrade Xu had just finished receiving another call congratulating him on becoming the richest man in the province. When he put down the phone, he sighed tiredly and looked at the street view outside the car window. He subconsciously raised his right hand and pressed his temple.
As the old saying goes: Good things never go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles.
He now seriously doubts that becoming the richest man in the province is a bad thing?
Otherwise, why would the news spread so quickly?
The phone call just now was from the village chief of his hometown. His grandma was a jerk, and the news that came out only yesterday has reached his hometown.
That's the countryside!
Is the information so smooth?
It's not his fault for swearing in his heart, it's true that he couldn't remember how many similar calls he had received in the past two days.
Are there a hundred already?
In other words, the past two days have indeed been a big test for his memory.
Some people whose faces and names he had long forgotten, who did not know where they got his personal phone number, suddenly called him out of the blue.
Some of them asked him to listen to the accent and guess who it was.
The devil knows who you are!
Before his rebirth, he lived for nearly forty years, and after his rebirth, he lived for more than ten years. In total, he lived for almost fifty years.
Some people he knew when he was a child have not been seen or spoken to on the phone for decades. How many can he still remember?
Don't ask him to guess the name by listening to the voice. Even if the other party reported the name, he would have no impression.
However, he still had to pretend to remember the other person and try to be as enthusiastic as possible.
He doesn't want people to think that he has become the richest man in the province and is ignoring people.
After thinking about it, he simply turned off his phone.
Although this move may affect some of his work, but... he really can't stand it.
He has decided to leave the phone to Tong Wen to take care of later, and he will change the number again.
…
After arriving at the company, Xu Tongdao found that whether it was the company's front desk or other employees, their eyes were very different from usual when they saw him today.
He seemed to have transformed into a giant panda, and everyone was staring at him.
The tone of greeting him was much more enthusiastic than usual.
In response, Comrade Xu could only try his best to smile and nod in response.
He strode into his office and took off his windbreaker with Tong Wen's help. Tong Wen helped him hang the windbreaker on the coat rack in the corner.
While hanging the clothes, Tong Wen said with a smile: "Boss, I think you should give me a salary increase!"
Comrade Xu sat relaxedly in the boss's chair, closed his eyes, and asked casually: "Why? Because I am the richest man in the province. You are afraid that I have too much money and too much pressure. Do you want to help me spend some? Help me relieve my pressure."
ah?"
Seeing his eyes closed and looking tired, Tong Wen smiled, walked to him, squeezed his shoulders, and said with a smile: "That's not true! I've been answering the phone for you in the past two days.
It’s more than before and it has greatly increased my workload!”
Comrade Xu was not surprised, his eyes were still closed. He had already expected that there were so many calls here, and the cell phone he asked Tong Wen to manage would only receive more calls.
“It’s OK to increase the salary!”
As Xu Tongdao said, he casually took out his mobile phone and threw it on the desk.
"This mobile phone will be left to you for safekeeping from now on! By the way, you will buy me a new mobile phone later and come back and apply for another mobile phone card for me."
Tong Wen smiled bitterly, but still agreed.
Comrade Xu closed his eyes and said: "By the way, since we have endured the troubles of becoming famous, let's make full use of the benefits of becoming famous this time! Later, you can tell the personnel department and ask them to go to major universities in the province this year.
Recruit more talents! Well, let them wait for a while, and wait until my reputation as the richest man spreads wider before going. Hehe, I think my reputation as the richest man in the province should be able to attract some talents.
Join us? What do you think?”
Tong Wen's eyes lit up when she heard this, "Eh? This is really a good idea! Boss, no wonder you can become the richest man! You are always thinking in a favorable place!"
Normally Tong Wen would not dare to talk to Comrade Xu like this.
But she estimated that although Comrade Xu was tired these past two days, he was in a good mood, so she dared to make a small joke with him.
Isn’t it said by someone that the degree of closeness between you and your leader depends on how much fun you can make with your leader?
Therefore, occasionally making a harmless joke with your boss may enhance your relationship with your boss.
"What's the richest man? If you insist on calling him that, remember to add the prefix! 'this province'!"
Comrade Xu was not fooled by the false reputation of the richest man in the province.
Just a few billions.
As a reborn person, he knows that in a few years, there will be more and more wealthy people in the country with a net worth of hundreds of billions.
Compared with them, his current net worth is nothing at all.
…
That afternoon.
When Tong Wen came into the office and placed a brand new iPhone in front of Xu Tongdao, she said: "Boss, I just received a call from a man who claimed to be your junior high school teacher. He wanted to talk to you, but I declined.
He said that you were in a meeting, but he also said that he wanted to come to the provincial capital in person on behalf of your alma mater. He also said that the principal of your alma mater would also come with him, and he hoped that you could take the time to meet them."
Speaking of this, Tong Wen carefully paid attention to Comrade Xu's expression, lowered her voice slightly, and said: "Boss! I feel that when they come to see you this time, they probably want to come to fight against the autumn wind and seek sponsorship from you, so, you
Look...do you want to see me?"
Junior high school teacher?
Wang Ciyi? Or Chen Yujing?
Xu Tongdao couldn't tell for a while. In his third year of junior high school, Wang Ciyi had taught him for two and a half years. In the last half year, in order to concentrate resources and improve the school's admission rate, the school followed other schools and set up an experimental class, which was actually a "key class."
At that time, because he was among the best in the entire grade, he was naturally selected into the experimental class.
Chen Yujing was originally the head teacher of Class 1. When the experimental class was established, Chen Yujing was elected as the head teacher of the experimental class.
He became his class teacher, Comrade Xu.
Comrade Xu remembers these.
But he has always disliked Chen Yujing for many reasons.
For example, Chen Yujing, a grown man about thirty years old, dresses himself up all day long, and looks disgusting.
For example, when Chen Yujing climbed high, the girlfriend she found was the sister of the principal's wife.
For example, when choosing the head teacher of the experimental class, Class 1's performance was clearly not as good as Class 2. Among the top five in grade, Class 2 accounted for 3 of them. However, in the end, Wang Ciyi was rejected by the school leaders on the grounds that he had to take care of his family. Instead,
Let Chen Yujing be the head teacher of the experimental class.
Of course, to him, Tongdao Xu, these past events were already in the past and not worth mentioning.
"Let's meet!"
Comrade Xu gave his attitude.
After all, it was his former alma mater. Moreover, he also had a hunch that since the title of the richest man in the province fell on his head, Xu, he would have to do more in the next one or two years, even if it was to cope with official requirements.
Some charity.
If you come to him for alms, there will be many units that want to sponsor you.
Since you have to give up some money no matter what, why not share some of the benefits with your former alma mater?
The conditions of Zhulin Middle School are really bad. Every year in the high school entrance examination, among all the middle schools in the county, Zhulin Middle School's admission rate is always at the bottom.
He wanted to help, just as he was helping the children in his hometown.