Ning Yuan was like the silly son of a landlord. When he heard Shen Xian say he was hungry, he smacked his lips and touched his stomach: "Now that you mention it, I feel a little hungry too. Let's go find a place to eat."
For breakfast, they randomly found a bun shop and the three of them sat inside the shop, looking outside.
There were gradually more and more pedestrians on the road, and occasionally a school bus would pass by.
"This time, senior high school and junior high school students will not participate in the training and rehearsal of the ceremony, because they will be taking the college entrance examination soon, which will delay their studies. So only junior high school and senior high school students will participate." Yang Song introduced some details of the ceremony to Chen Xian and Ning Yuan.
"At present, the top students from several key middle schools in Lizhou City, Yangzhou City have been drawn away for training."
"Those who stayed were all poor students."
Ning Yuan felt anxious when he heard this, and couldn't help asking Xiang Chenxian: "This... do we still have hope?"
With An Yuxia, a big shot in the Ministry of Education, who in the education system dares not to obey?
All the top students in Yangzhou were withdrawn, leaving Chen Xian and Ning Yuan with a mess to clean up.
Shen Xian ate the dumplings with big mouthfuls while drinking porridge: "What are you panicking about?"
"Now that things have come to this, let's eat first."
Nothing is more important than eating.
Ning Yuan heard this and said, "Then let's eat first."
Yang Song felt that he had lost his appetite. Following such a leader, would he still have room for advancement in the future?
Isn’t this Chunchun the modern version of Adou?
Is this the behavior that a department-level leader should have?
My son, who just entered junior high school, has more charisma than him.
Yang Song was worried.
I’m afraid my colleagues will laugh to death this time.
I had heard that a second-generation leader had come from the Beijing circle to gain experience in the industry, and I was still fantasizing about getting on good terms with this second-generation leader, hoping to see if I could be promoted to a higher position in the future.
I was originally looking forward to it.
But after hearing about some of Ning Yuan's heroic deeds, his dream was shattered.
And now seeing Ning Yuan's performance again, he felt like his heart was stabbed.
Is there still hope?
It would be better if Ning Yuan was transferred after working for one or two years, but if he remains in the same position after working for three to five years, then it would be the end of me.
Where is my future?
Why.
He sighed leisurely and looked at the steamed dumplings and porridge in front of him. He used to love eating them, but now he lost his appetite instantly.
Soon they finished their meal, Shen Xian and Ning Yuan got in the car, and Yang Song asked respectfully: "Secretary Ning, where is our first stop?"
Ning Yuan had no idea, so he immediately asked Chen Xian: "Mr. Chen..."
Shen Xian interrupted: "Don't call me Mr. Shen, just call me Xiao Shen."
Ning Yuan quickly shook his head: "No, no, that won't work. Xiao Shen can only be called Third Uncle. I'd better call you Brother Xian."
"You are older than me." Shen Xian said.
Ning Yuan shook his head: "It doesn't matter, you are better than me, you are my brother."
Shen Xian was speechless.
This guy is a second-generation retard.
Yang Song really couldn't complain, so he asked Xiang Chenxian: "Mr. Chen, where are we going next?"
Shen Xian took out a stack of documents from his bag, which contained some information about various schools.
Shen Xian pointed to one of the schools: "Let's go to the Third Middle School first."
According to records, No. 3 Middle School is a problem school, a junior middle school. The students there are all from various towns and villages, and the proportion of them who are admitted to key high schools is very small.
Both the learning atmosphere and the teaching staff are surprisingly poor. The students are either fighting or on their way to fight.
By the end of the semester, students' textbooks are either brand new or covered with doodles.
"No. 3 Middle School is the worst junior high school in Yangzhou..." Yang Song kindly reminded.
Do you still expect to find students who can participate in the ceremony from such a junior high school?
How is this any different from finding gold in a garbage dump?
Shen Xian nodded: “I know, go first.”
Yang Song had no choice but to drive.
Ning Yuan didn't know what Shen Xian could do, but he wouldn't interfere with Shen Xian's decisions, so he said, "Then drive."
It was only a little over half an hour's drive from No. 3 Middle School, and when the two arrived at the school, classes were in session.
School leaders were already waiting to greet us at the school gate.
Although Ning Yuan has a bad reputation, he still holds the position, and the Ning family from Kyoto is backing him.
Don't give face to the monk, but give face to the Buddha. No one dares to neglect Ning Yuan.
The principal was a woman, probably in her fifties, wearing glasses and a suit.
Two vice-principals stood next to him.
Next to the vice-president stood a young man in his thirties with a big belly. He wore glasses and was very tall and strong. His arms were almost as thick as Shen Xian's calves.
This is the principal of No. 3 Middle School.
The students here are not afraid of the principal or the vice-principal, but they are afraid of the dean of studies.
With a height of 1.9 meters and a weight of over 200 kilograms, he is really oppressive.
"It is truly our honor to have Secretary Ning come to No. 3 Middle School to guide our work." The female principal said some polite words and did not look down on Ning Yuan because of his young age.
But I still feel a little unhappy inside.
What good can we get from this shabby place?
What are you doing here today?
Why didn't you say hello in advance?
Although the female principal and the vice principal felt a little unhappy, they all had warm and hypocritical smiles on their faces.
People who work in the education system are more or less shrewd and will not easily show their emotions on their faces.
"No need to tell me, talk to my brother Xian, he will make the decision on everything." Ning Yuan pointed to Chen Xian who was standing aside.
The female principal and the dean of studies were both stunned.
What is this song about?
Seeing that everyone was staring at him, Shen Xian smiled and said, "The thing is, Jiangnan Research Institute will be put into operation soon, and a ceremony will be held. I want to select 20 students from No. 3 Middle School for collective training, and then perform a show at the ceremony."
After these words were spoken, the principal, vice principal and dean of studies were all stunned.
Are you kidding me!
Select students from No. 3 Middle School to attend the ceremony?
This is a recognized garbage school!
Do you expect to be able to select students from this school to participate in the ceremony?
The female headmaster said with some embarrassment: "Mr. Shen, I think I need to tell you in detail about the situation of our school..."
Shen Xian interrupted the headmistress's conversation and said, "I already understood the situation before I came here again."
The Dean of Studies said in a deep voice: "There are more than 2,000 students in our school, all of them are poor students. They can't go to other middle schools, so they were sent to us as a last resort."
Shen Xian looked at the burly man in front of him and said with a smile: "What is a good student and what is a bad student?"
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