Taking leave is a regular occurrence for Lam Yat-fung.
Inside the office, the homeroom teacher, who was sipping tea, was heartbroken when she saw that Lin Yifeng was asking for leave again.
"Lin Yifeng, your heart is too restless."
“Last month, you took eight or nine days off out of about twenty days, almost a third of your vacation time.”
"Even if you're about to graduate, you can't take leave so frequently."
"Do you want the school to discipline you, delay your graduation, or not assign you a job?"
“If this continues, I’m going to notify your parents and let them know what their precious son has been doing at school.”
I'm about to graduate, and you're going to call my parents?
Hearing his homeroom teacher's words, Lin Yifeng was both amused and exasperated. He was a vocational school student, not a high school student, so why did his homeroom teacher call his parents so often?
Contacting the parents is definitely not an option.
Lin Yifeng owed his parents a great debt in his previous life, and he hasn't been home even once since his rebirth, so naturally he doesn't want to meet them under these circumstances.
So Lin Yifeng took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket and placed it on the homeroom teacher's desk.
"Teacher, I've recently started my own business. Could you please make an exception for me?"
Currently, the economic market operates on a "dual-track pricing system," meaning that there are two prices for the same commodity.
Soft Zhonghua cigarettes were a special supply for cadres, and could be purchased with ration coupons; a pack cost around 3 yuan.
However, if you don't have a ticket, the price is 12 yuan if you buy it directly.
In those days, the salaries of vocational school teachers were much higher than those of primary and junior high school teachers, but the difference was limited.
When Lin Yifeng placed a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes on the table, Zhao Zhongsheng, who had been leisurely sipping tea and lecturing Lin Yifeng, instantly sat up straight, his eyes fixed on the cigarettes on the table.
Soft Zhonghua!
This student just casually bought a whole pack of Zhonghua cigarettes?
Zhao Zhongsheng was unsettled. His monthly salary was 132 yuan, and he usually smoked 80-cent packs of Cai Die cigarettes. Now, his student was offering 12-yuan packs of Soft Zhonghua cigarettes.
Is it really that profitable to go into business?
He knew Lin Yifeng quite well.
Lin Yifeng's hometown is in the northern Taihang Mountains, a remote mountain village. He doesn't know exactly how poor they are, but Zhao Zhongsheng is certain that they are definitely not wealthy.
In this era, people from wealthy families rarely attend vocational schools; they usually choose to go to high school and then university.
Now, he spends 12 yuan on a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes.
Twelve yuan! That's almost three days' wages for him!
Zhao Zhongsheng couldn't bear to spend three days' wages on cigarettes.
Teachers' salaries are now paid unpredictably; who knows which month the school will not pay salaries, leaving teachers to figure out their own solutions.
Zhao Zhongsheng still remembers that the school didn't pay salaries for half a year. His whole family was so poor that they didn't have a single grain of rice. It was the woman working at the meat processing plant who gave him some money, which helped him get through that month.
Back then, Zhao Zhongsheng was too embarrassed to go back to his hometown for the Chinese New Year, fearing that his older brother, who worked at the steel factory, would look down on him.
Not enough?
Lin Yifeng had no idea what Zhao Zhongsheng was thinking. Seeing Zhao Zhongsheng sit up straight and stare at the Soft Zhonghua cigarettes, he took out another pack from his pocket and placed it next to the other pack.
Two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes!
Zhao Zhongsheng always considered himself an honest and good teacher.
Now he realizes he was wrong.
I am honest and upright only because I haven't had the opportunity.
"Teacher, I would like to ask for leave."
Lin Yifeng spoke up to remind Zhao Zhongsheng, who quickly cleared his throat, coughed several times, and then took a deep breath: "Write a sick note."
"Okay, thank you, teacher!"
Lin Yifeng smiled and placed the leave slip on Zhao Zhongsheng's desk. Zhao Zhongsheng quickly approved the leave slip, his voice even softer:
"Remember to come back to me to cancel your leave after you're done, and go through the procedures."
"Don't worry, teacher, I definitely won't forget!"
Lin Yifeng turned to leave, and just as he was about to step out of the office, Zhao Zhongsheng spoke up again from behind.
"Lin Yifeng!"
Lin Yifeng paused, then turned his head: "Teacher, is there anything else?"
"Oh, nothing, I just wanted to ask what kind of business you're in, and whether it's profitable."
Zhao Zhongsheng hesitated for a moment, then said, "If it's inconvenient to say, then I won't."
Lin Yifeng laughed. The homeroom teacher in front of him was quite old, yet he was so thin-skinned.
"Teacher, I opened a Wallace store."
"You own Wallace?"
Zhao Zhongsheng's eyes widened. For some time now, Wallace's beautifully designed flyers have been everywhere at Hebei Vocational College. Even the morning radio broadcasts have mentioned Wallace. The level of popularity has even surpassed that of the upcoming sports meet.
Zhao Zhongsheng thought Wallace was a foreign company, but he never expected it to be owned by his student.
Lin Yifeng didn't respond, but walked out of the office with a smile, leaving Zhao Zhongsheng looking completely shocked.
...
Ye Shao's full name is Ye Wuzheng. He works for the Public Security Bureau, not the local police station.
In other words, Ye Wu is at the Municipal Public Security Bureau, not at a police station under its jurisdiction.
This means that Ye Wuzheng is in charge of the security of the entire Muye City, not just a certain area.
At 12:30 pm, Lin Yifeng met Ye Wuzheng in a private room at Qingxulou Restaurant.
Ye Wu had just changed into casual clothes. He wasn't shy at all. As soon as he pushed open the door to the room, he plopped down on a chair and casually put his legs up on another chair.
"Young Master Lin, it's not that I'm criticizing you."
"Just find any small restaurant. Why come to Qingxulou? Qingxulou is too expensive. A simple meal there costs eighty or ninety yuan, or even over a hundred."
Qingxulou is a long-established restaurant. Last year, it was transformed from a state-owned enterprise into a private enterprise, which caused quite a stir in Muye City.
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