Public opinion in Nantou Township has been quite restless in the past two or three months, with gossip news flying all over the sky, and the casual chats of the people after dinner and tea are full of all kinds of imaginary news.
In all kinds of news, in addition to the gradually taking shape of the rural-urban trade network, it was a young man in Mawang Village who made a fortune-selling a big wild boar, riding a big motorcycle, and opening a repair shop. In short, people feel that this young man is capable.
Matchmakers in every village have looked for him three hundred times.
Now this young man has made something new again. He wants to donate bicycles to Nantou Township Primary School and return one to each of the faculty and staff. The uncle in the mail room at the entrance of the school was calculating, whether he counted as a faculty member.
The school leaders attached great importance to this, and personally called the teacher Ma Jingma who had reported the news, and inquired in detail about the inside story. The young female teacher suddenly made a big blush, and stammered that she would check again.
It is a good thing that caring people donate to the school. It shows that the success of the school has won the recognition of the people. The principal doesn't really care about bicycles, but feels that if this is done, the end-of-year summary will be a bright color full of brilliance.
Teacher Ma shouldered a heavy responsibility and was sent to Zhou Qingfeng to ask questions the next day. As soon as she left the school gate, she saw Zhou Qingfeng riding his'new' second-hand motorcycle to the school gate, with two ugly baskets hanging in the back seat of the motorcycle.
"You..., what are you doing?" Ma Jing was anxious, and she suddenly twitched, who had always been hearty, "What did you come to school to find me for in broad daylight? Let people gossiping."
Zhou Qingfeng was wearing a leather jacket, flared pants, and a toad mirror with a tag on his head. He was dressed up like a Hong Kong and Taiwanese youth and looked weird. He spread his hands, "If I don't come during the day, can I come at night? No one at night!"
Besides, Ma Jing ran towards Zhou Qingfeng's shop from time to time, but she didn't feel embarrassed. Change to Zhou Qingfeng to find her, it won't work. When asked rhetorically, Teacher Ma blushed immediately, "Who made you come at night? Do you love coming..."
The two young men were quarreling. The uncle of the mailing room at the door put his head out of the window and abruptly interjected, "It’s good tonight, no one, it’s easy to do anything. Teacher Ma, this is Xiao Zhou who needs to donate. It’s so handsome. . Help me ask, do the faculty and staff have a copy of me?"
"No." Ma Jing turned her head fiercely, and replied viciously, giving the uncle of the mail room a dusty nose.
Zhou Qingfeng laughed happily, and hurriedly replied, "There are some, there are all."
The uncle of the mail room just laughed hahaha.
Teacher Ma grabbed Zhou Qingfeng's arm and wanted to ask questions first, but saw a lot of things in the two baskets behind the motorcycle. Her attention was immediately attracted, and she asked suspiciously: "What is this?"
Zhou Qingfeng looked speechless, raised his head and sighed, "Just leave it alone, I'll talk to your principal to talk about donations. Your school conditions are poor. As a'get rich first', I should come and drive you."
Ma Jing was so upset that she gave a stern look. Just looking at the things in the basket, she felt that this kid was really willing to pay.
The baskets are far apart, and the uncle of the mail room at the door stretches his head like a tortoise and can't see it. He only cared about bicycles and yelled: "Lady, when do you send out bicycles?"
bicycle
Which pot can't be opened and which pot should be mentioned!
Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said frustratedly: "There is no bike."
Uncle's face was overcast all at once.
The motorcycle pushed into the school, and Zhou Qingfeng was accompanied by Ma Jing to see the principal. The uncle of the mail room felt angry and immediately went to the street to announce that the kid surnamed Zhou was cheating. He didn't donate bicycles at all, he was just coaxing people.
This year, there are no good people, and the news is spreading rapidly. Zhou Qingfeng's wealth made many people jealous. When the news of the uncle of the mail room came out, there were not a few secretly clapping and cheering, everyone felt that this kid might be over.
'Bad' news spreads ten times, ten thousand times. Many people want to watch the excitement and go to school. When I got outside the school wall, I found a table and a temporary podium on the playground. Even more than two hundred students who were in class were called out to line up.
"What's the matter?" someone asked, lying on the wall.
Several male teachers were working hard to make arrangements and responded briefly, “Young entrepreneur Zhou Qingfeng from his hometown, he never forgets his hometown education when he gets rich. Encouraged by teacher Ma Jing from our school, he decided to donate a batch of teaching resources to the school. Teaching aids."
Teaching aids
This Mandarin idiom sounds awkward.
The more people on the wall, the more people asked, "Do you still donate your bicycles?"
A male teacher vetoed without hesitation: "What kind of bicycles do you want? Are we such vulgar people? We are engineers of the human soul. Our sacrifices are not for bicycles. We only need teaching aids."
Still listening awkward. But people basically confirm that-after a long time, no bicycles? !
The school wall is less than two meters high and has fallen into disrepair for a long time, and the wall is damaged. More and more people are coming on the ground. Yesterday, the county leaders didn't have so many people watching. Today's donation ceremony is about to get three floors inside and outside three floors.
Listening to talking about bicycles outside the fence, the male teachers were very unhappy. They didn't pay attention to the idlers outside, and they kept directing the students to move the table, trying to set up a beautiful countertop.
In a short while, the simple rostrum was set up. The school leaders took the lead, and Teacher Ma led the way, and invited Zhou Qingfeng out of the teacher's office like a distinguished guest—a circle of people outside the wall craned their necks, wishing to grab a position with a good view like a giraffe.
Zhou Qingfeng was held in the moon by the stars, and laughed extremely embarrassingly. He thought he would come over and give the gift to Ma Jing, and let the latter distribute it to the teacher at the school. But the school leaders did not agree, and the teachers in the school did not agree. They don't have classes, so they have to organize an on-site donation meeting.
Today’s donation meeting must have a sense of ceremony!
Don't be careless.
After leaving the office, Zhou Qingfeng could not go to the venue just set up. He had to be led to visit the school's teaching building—in fact, it was a two-story bungalow, seven or eight classrooms, in tatters, and the door walls were mottled.
There are some faded portraits hanging on the walls of the teaching building, and Marx, Engels, Zhan Tianyou, **, ** and others can be vaguely identified. There are still a lot of pictures that are blurred, and the original form is really unrecognizable.
Zhou Qingfeng looked embarrassed. But the principal didn't take it seriously. He only said that the school's conditions were poor and it really needed social support. In addition, the school leaders would like to commend Teacher Ma Jingma a few words-loyal to his duties, willing to contribute, and take root for the people's education.
So Teacher Ma's face was also said to be red, and he didn't dare to look up.
After the visit was over, Zhou Qingfeng was formally covered with a red tablecloth on the rostrum. Others asked him to sit down, and he still did not forget to bring up the two big baskets hanging on the motorcycle—a few male teachers wanted to help, but they were too heavy to hold them.
The two big baskets are really ugly, they don't match the atmosphere at all. People outside the fence of the playground stared wide-eyed, trying to see through the basket
Ma Jing also felt that these two baskets were too obtrusive, and couldn't help but whisper: "The thing you want to donate is worth tens of thousands. Can't you just install it with other things?"
Zhou Qingfeng said helplessly: "I also want to be more beautiful, but I only have a basket. Not much to say, let's finish this matter. This ritual is too tiring."