Chapter 16 Chapter 16 Let’s go, brother, don’t worry.
Leng Yunting is still a human being. If he is not given business class tickets, the hotel will not make him stay in a no-name property.
This is a local three-star chain hotel located in the city center. Although it is shabby, its safety and formality are not a problem.
Chi Ke got up early the next day and asked the front desk for some local news.
Yanping County is not in the northwest, and it is far from developed cities. The tourism industry is not developed, and economic construction cannot keep up. Before this century, it can only be described in two words:
poverty.
There is not a single regular shopping mall within a radius of ten miles. There are only small stalls and wholesale agricultural trade sheds everywhere. The majority of people on the streets are beggars, and the majority of people living in the tube-shaped buildings are widows, widowers, orphans, the disabled, and the disabled...
But if you say it is poor, it is not particularly bad. At least there is no famine or disaster, and it has all the necessary primary schools, junior high schools and high schools.
Places like this, where neither is poor nor is poor, are the worst.
The country's poverty alleviation efforts tend to overlook it, and developed cities cannot keep up with its inclusiveness.
Compared with several neighboring towns and villages, Yanping is the one that has been poor the longest.
This situation remained unchanged until the 2000s, when Mr. Leng, who was traveling by car to the northwest, happened to pass by here, bringing a glimmer of life to this county town that was almost buried by sand.
It can be said that Zhenting’s arrival supported the entire town.
People in Yanping may not know the top movie actors and actresses, but they must know the Zhenting Group and the name of its leader, Mr. Leng Chengye.
Although Leng Yunting is a big idiot, his grandfather is indeed an entrepreneur with great means and strategies.
The Zhenting logo can be seen almost everywhere in Yanping. The shopping mall is owned by Zhenting, the school was built by Zhenting, and the hospital is also sponsored by Zhenting...
Yanping is almost the public service billboard for Zhenting to circulate when he is outside.
Of course, everyone knows that the old man did all this back then mostly out of consideration for the development path of the company in more than 20 years, and there was some performance involved.
"But so what?" The uncle who was eating scones nearby heard their conversation and joined in with great interest, "The donated money will be put into practice in the local area to benefit the people. Who cares if the purpose is pure or not!"
Chi Ke shut up immediately.
Middle-aged men in their forties and fifties love to talk about the overall economic situation and current affairs. If you let them talk openly, they can talk for the whole day.
Time was running out and he couldn't stay too long. He exchanged a few polite words with the other party and then found an excuse to leave.
There is no subway in the county town and the bus takes a long detour, so Chi Ke still took a taxi on the way to the Hope Primary School.
As expected, he was slaughtered again.
He looked at the fifty yuan taxi fare and decided to rent a car after get off work.
Although the company reimburses me, I have to pay for it myself now, and it feels bad to spend money in vain.
It's okay to rent a car for the normal price of 200, but it's not okay to be ripped off by a taxi for 200.
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The appearance of Zhenting Hope Primary School is a very ordinary one. It does not have any luxurious high-rise buildings for the sake of appearance. Instead, it is simple and down-to-earth with large iron gates and concrete buildings, which does not look out of place in this county town.
As soon as Chi Ke walked into the gate, someone came towards him with arms raised.
"Hello, hello!" The dark-skinned man spoke very unstandard Mandarin. He pronounced the word "you" awkwardly. He probably didn't use such polite words often. "You are Zhenting, you are late..."
His superiors told him that a big shot had come to Zhenting, but did not specify what position he held.
The man stuttered a few times before uttering three words: "Chi, leader?"
Leng Yunting is really unreliable and he doesn't even give a fake identity.
Chi Ke stretched out his hand and shook it for half a second: "I am the operations director of the planning department of the company that Leng Ershao is in charge of under Zhenting."
You can’t tell others that you are the general assistant.
Although he can barely be considered "Mr. Chi", once the title of "Assistant" comes out, outsiders will think it is too low, making it seem that they are not giving enough face and do not value this cooperation.
"Hello, Director Chi. I'm a teacher here. My last name is Cao and my given name is Kang." The man breathed a sigh of relief. "Zheng Xiaogang was called away by the city leaders and won't be back until noon. I'm so sorry, Director Chi. How about I take you to see the school first?"
"It's okay, I'm here too early." Chi Ke is not the type to put on airs, "Teacher Cao, please take me around."
This time he has to write a report on his business trip. The old man plans to fund the reconstruction of the high school in Yanping. The information report here must be detailed and accurate so that Zhenting can make a budget and report it to the local department.
"Our area is not big. There is only one school in the county. The elementary school, middle school and high school are all together. The communities are different, and each building has the same grade. There is a high school 20 miles away, but the children in that school drink, smoke, and have tattoos. None of them are worry-free."
The school covers students of all ages from 6 to 18 years old?
Chi Ke adjusted the frame of his glasses thoughtfully.
The clear and crisp sound of reading rang in my ears, and Teacher Cao deliberately lowered his voice.
"This class is the best class in elementary school. All the children in the class are well behaved. I am their math teacher."
Chi Ke walked along and cast a casual glance towards the window, trying his best not to disturb the flowers of the motherland.
The teacher on the podium was smiling, the children in the front row were studying very hard, a few in the middle row were dozing off, and in the back row...
Um?
His eyes swept to the corner and Chi Ke raised a playful smile at the corner of his lips.
The little boy, who had been secretly peeking at him from behind the book, had flushed cheeks and was wearing a thin sweater. He looked obviously flustered. He immediately lowered his head and flipped through the book in a panic, his movements extremely unnatural.
New life is so funny.
My face is so hot even though I'm wearing so little. The air conditioner in the classroom must be turned on very high.
Chi Ke didn't take it seriously and was about to leave quietly, but suddenly he noticed the gaze and turned back abruptly.
The little boy buried his face in the book again in panic.
He looked twice more this time.
Teacher Cao stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Chi Ke shook his head, walked away, and raised his chin to remind the other party of his phone which was vibrating but being ignored.
"Well, then I'll take a call first. Sorry, I'm really sorry." Teacher Cao picked up the phone a little awkwardly, but finished speaking in just a few words.
Chi Ke guessed that he had something on his mind, but he couldn't say much because of his own concerns.
He didn't want to delay the work of the teachers, so he simply asked to go back to the office to rest. After Teacher Cao left, he sneaked out again and wandered around the campus alone while the students were in class.
It was cold and windy in the north, so the clothes he wore today were not formal, just a simple down jacket and casual suit pants.
I believe that before long, the news of my outfit will be passed on to the principal and other leaders through Teacher Cao, and everyone will breathe a sigh of relief and take off their cold formal attire.
He found a seat on the stone steps beside the playground and sorted out the photos and records he had just taken.
【K: Mr. Leng, I need help. 】
After a while, Secretary Sun replied.
[Secretary Sun: Mr. Leng didn't check his phone, but he guessed it was your message. Let me convey your original words - what's the urgent matter that you have to talk about now? I don't have time to talk to you.]
Chi Ke: “.”
【k: What is the boss doing? 】
[Secret Sun: /crying/x99]
[Secret Sun: Confession...]
[Secretary Sun: The rose caravan is already parading in the city.]
【k: Excuse me. 】
[K: Please tell President Leng that I need an assistant and staff from the headquarters planning department.]
[k: I have something else to do, so I won’t talk for now. I wish you a smooth confession/rose/]
After sending the message, he was afraid that Leng Yunting's love magic would affect him, so he immediately pressed the mute button, and at the same time, reached out his hand without even looking up to catch the flying basketball.
There are frequent cases of balls flying all over the campus.
Chi Ke was used to being unlucky, and it happened to him frequently, so he had developed a perfect reaction ability to hit the target every time he was in junior high school.
He was about to throw the ball back as usual, but he saw a few teenage boys standing there with grins on their faces, with no intention of apologizing at all.
He didn't even plan to take the ball. He turned around and jumped into the sand pit used for long jump, poured out all the drinks and water in his hands and made a sand sculpture.
It seems that this flying ball was most likely not an "accidental" hit.
Chi Ke leaned against the tree with his eyes downcast, one hand in his pocket and the other holding the ball, with a gentle smile, like a doting parent, watching them build sand sculptures with great patience.
He waited for a full half hour, and the students finally built a decent sculpture. They discussed borrowing the teacher's cell phone to take pictures and asked their classmates and friends to come and admire it.
After all, I am just an elementary school student, and it is easy for me to get excited and happy about these things.
Chi Ke casually tossed the basketball up, spun it on his fingertips for a while, and waited for one of the boys to use his hand to add the final finishing touch, then twisted his wrist without hesitation.
The basketball slipped out of his hands in an instant, brushed past the faces of the two little boys, and hit the sand sculpture and the hand on the sand sculpture at a high speed.
Three heart-wrenching cries suddenly rang out on the playground.
Cry, cry, cry, just cry.
The face wasn't broken and the hands weren't broken.
Chi Ke snorted softly, patted the sand off his palm, and left after the task was completed.
Education is the job of teachers, parents and police officers. They don't have the interest or time to influence children verbally. If they are provoked, they will provoke them back. Anyway, they cannot let themselves be wronged.
The first lesson his parents taught him after he grew up was: Don’t meddle in other people’s business.
Judging from the time, the principal should be here soon.
Chi Ke returned the same way and passed by the primary school building. He looked at the corner a few more times without saying a word.
When I threw the ball just now, I felt a gaze from behind.
Hot, but harmless.
…
“I am really grateful for the group’s support for the school. We will work hard to ensure that every resource is put to good use so that the children can get the best education.”
Principal Zheng smiled warmly. He liked this leader from the group from the bottom of his heart. Who wouldn’t like an investor who was humble, easy to talk to and had strong business capabilities?
"As I should. Promoting youth education has always been Zhenting's goal and wish. Thank you all for your cooperation." Chi Ke spoke nicely, but his mind was not on the conversation.
When I was leaving, I saw the elementary school students finishing their classes and took the initiative to talk to Teacher Cao: "Teacher Cao, are the seats in your top class arranged according to height?"
Teacher Cao said confidently: "Yes, our school does not discriminate. Regardless of whether students are good or bad at studying, they are arranged according to their height to ensure that every student can see the blackboard!"
Chi Ke praised him first, then asked, "But I saw a student in the corner this morning..."
"Ah, he has his reasons. He has some personality problems and asked to sit in the last row." Teacher Cao sighed. "His family situation is a bit complicated, but he didn't tell the teacher. We don't really know much about him. We just know that his family is not well off and that he lives so far away and no one picks him up. He runs to and from school by himself every day. The county has a power shortage these days and he didn't even wear a coat when the classroom was so cold."
Chi Ke frowned: "Can I ask your name?"
"With you...uh..." Teacher Cao touched his head awkwardly.
Originally, he wanted to say "We are destined to be together", but the child came from a poor family and had a bad personality. He was afraid that the upper-class people from the city would think the word "destined to be together" was unlucky, so he swallowed the words back.
Chi Ke looked at his expression and had a bad feeling.
He asked again in a deep voice: "What's your name?"
…
"Chi Yuanfan."
When Ji Qian picked the child up from the ground, he sighed softly, "Is this his name?"
At this moment, he was extremely grateful that he was born to study.
I can basically remember everything I read.
After getting to know Chi Ke, his mind was constantly recalling the content related to "Chi Ke" in the original work, even down to the punctuation marks.
Some time ago, when I was taking a nap, I suddenly remembered a phone call in which the character "Chi Ke" in the original novel had just appeared, and the name "Chi Yuanfan" was mentioned in the conversation.
On the day when Leng Yunting successfully confessed his love, Secretary Sun received a call in which the name "Chi Yuanfan" was also mentioned, but after all, it was a supporting role and the specific content was not mentioned in the text.
Ji Qian had looked up Chi Ke's information before. Although he didn't read the detailed information, he remembered the general interpersonal relationships and information. Even if he didn't know the names of his relatives and friends, he roughly knew how many people were in the other party's family and whether his parents were still alive.
He gradually connected the known information with the plot in the text, and combined with the information he learned from the Leng family, he finally completed the plot that was not written in the original book yesterday morning, and immediately decided to come in person.
Holding the child wrapped tightly in his down jacket, Ji Qian was a little worried: "The temperature can't be raised... Tsk, that kid is not lying to me, right? He said he would call a car for me? Why hasn't he come yet?"
Just as he finished muttering, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded at the entrance of the alley.
Ji Qian couldn't help but urge him: "Hurry up! Eight hundred years have passed and tigers can be pets and roosters can lay eggs. Why are you just now--Hey! You scared me, why are you here?!"
He looked in shock at the man who almost bumped into him and was breathing slightly.
But the man was more shocked than him.
"Shouldn't I be asking you this?" Chi Ke had been running for more than an hour in the cold weather to find someone. He held his waist and lowered his head, a little out of breath, and said with uneven breathing, "Zhen Ting has business here, so it makes sense for me to come, but Ji Qian, why are you here?"
Ji Qian hesitated: "I, I, I..."
"I'll explain it later. I don't have time now." Chi Ke said anxiously, "Have you seen a little boy? He's quite short and thin, with a very red face and very few clothes. He might even have a fever..."
He thought the child was feverish in the morning, until Teacher Cao said the classroom was cold, then he realized that the child was probably sick.
Chi Ke was speaking so quickly that he didn't even notice that Ji Qian was holding a child in his arms.
"Don't worry, don't worry, breathe slowly, cover your mouth and nose, don't breathe in the cold wind." Ji Qian didn't have a hand to comfort him, so he could only try to slow down his tone and soothe him gently, "I see, I see, I'm holding you."
Chi Ke almost bit his tongue and looked in disbelief at the down jacket he was holding and the half of his face covered by the hat.
"This is……"
"Have you run silly? You don't even recognize your brother?" Ji Qian joked, touching him with his shoulder, "Come on, brother, don't worry, the car is here, we're going to the hospital."
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