It wasn't that Cao Wenming didn't want the boy wearing the baseball cap to go directly to the classroom, but that when he went to the school gate to pick up the boy earlier, Cao Wenming passed by Class 7 of Senior Three again and confirmed once more that Li Lechen had not come to take the exam today.
Of course, the absence rate for mock exams at the start of the semester is quite high. In a typical class, there are always two or three students with the lowest grades who simply don't come to take the exam. Anyway, even if you don't get a score on the mock exam, you'll just stay in the same class at most, which is essentially no different for a poor student.
Furthermore, Cao Wenming felt that in this matter, the individual student should be downplayed, and the focus should be on how well the Second Middle School as a whole has grasped and effectively carried out ideological and political education for its students.
So I continued to guide them: "The students are all taking exams. I have photos here, and the information is very detailed. Would you like to make a banner or write a thank-you letter?"
There was no other way; some things had to be said directly, otherwise Cao Wenming was afraid that Mr. Shui wouldn't understand.
Thank you, but I can't just give you empty words.
The man in the baseball cap had forgotten what he had promised on the phone, whether he had received a banner or a thank-you letter, but he didn't want to do any of that now. All he had to do was confirm if it was the boy and get his information, and the school would be done.
As for expressing gratitude, a verbal thank you is sufficient.
But that wasn't the right way to put it, so he said tactfully, "These days, is it still fashionable to send banners and write thank-you letters to express gratitude? We live in the electronic information age."
The electronic information age is true, but many political achievements need to be tangible.
Cao Wenming thought for a moment, then suggested, "There have indeed been fewer banners and thank-you letters in recent years, but our school has set up a special fund to reward those who help others. You can also donate to this fund, and we will award it to individual students through scholarships or special awards."
Upon hearing about donating money, the man in the baseball cap became even more unwilling. They had already lost a 50 million dollar "loose" diamond; not only were they not getting paid, but their lives were also in danger. They were already spending advances on various activities, and it was impossible for them to do something as inexplicable as donating money to the school.
So he stopped responding.
The air suddenly became quiet.
It was so quiet that Li Lechen couldn't help but look up.
This man, dressed in a suit and tie, looks somewhat familiar.
However, it was far away, and it was from the side, so I couldn't recall it right away.
A dozen seconds later, Cao Wenming awkwardly broke the silence: "By the way, Mr. Shui, I never knew what you did for a living, and how are your friends doing now?"
In short, there are two questions. The target question is in the first one, but it's just used as a cover for the second one.
There was nothing Cao Wenming could do. This "benefactor" had acted like a big boss before, ready to express his gratitude in a grand manner, but now he hadn't made any clear indication about sending a banner or making a donation, which made Cao Wenming suspicious.
The man in the baseball cap wasn't worried about his identity; he had already spent ten yuan to print a box of business cards: CEO of Dahua Trading Group, Water Cube.
So he leisurely took out a business card from the inside pocket of his suit, and, imitating what he saw on TV, held one side of the card with both hands and handed it over.
Just like on TV, Cao Wenming respectfully accepted the business card with both hands, only to find that the card was facing backwards.
Okay, let's not get hung up on the details; it's not like we're in a movie.
Adjusting the order, scanning the business cards, he suddenly became solemn and quickly stood up to flatter, "So it's Shui Zhong..."
Um?
Something seems off.
Why does the tongue get tied in knots?
I have a Level 2A Mandarin proficiency certificate, which is high enough to be a Chinese language teacher. Otherwise, how could I use standard Mandarin to do ideological work with students?
"puff--"
Li Lechen, who had been listening intently, finally couldn't hold back any longer. Cao Wenming's change in attitude, coupled with that gorgeous retroflex consonant, was simply mesmerizing.
The man in the baseball cap completely lost his patience. He didn't need flattery, nor did he care if anyone called "Water Boss" "Water Swelling"—he wasn't called that at all. He went straight to the point again: "Let me see this student's file. If you've got the wrong person, all our work will have been for nothing."
"This..." Cao Wenming's mind raced. He couldn't afford to make a mistake like this. Even if he did, he had to make the best of a bad situation.
Just then, a teacher near the office door called out, "Hello, Principal Fu."
Principal Fu?!
This is a legitimate principal, but his surname is Fu, which makes the position somewhat awkward. Moreover, this teacher clearly lacks experience; knowing the principal's surname is Fu, yet still addressing him with that surname, doesn't that inadvertently demote him?
Cao Wenming shuddered and quickly looked towards the door.
All the efforts are aimed at gaining an advantage in the competition for the vice-principal position, but ultimately the decision-making power lies with the principal.
The system is now dominated by one person, and this applies to everyone from top to bottom.
Therefore, the principal has a lot of power.
The principal is the key figure.
"Principal, you've arrived!" Cao Wenming bowed and scraped even more, and quickly stepped forward to greet him.
Seeing this, Li Lechen quickly bent down to write, trying to keep his head down so as not to attract the principal's attention.
But it still caught the principal's attention: "Who is this student...?"
"He's in a puppy love relationship and is writing a self-criticism," Cao Wenming replied briefly, then immediately introduced the most important matter, "Principal, this is Li Lechen, the student I reported to you about yesterday. He selflessly saved someone under the scorching sun, and this gentleman... came specifically to express his gratitude. He's also very interested in our charity award fund..."
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