Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Chapter 411: I am proud of my whole life and still want to find a backdoor for my granddaughter

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In the small garden, Mr. Jiang sat in the wheelchair for a long time, so long that the nurse who took care of him was afraid that he would catch a cold. He quietly went in and got him a blanket to put on his legs, and tried to comfort him: "Grandpa, don't be too sad. Children are like this. There are children with good grades and children with poor grades in the family."

"Your eldest son and Miss Xianrou both have excellent academic performance. It's inevitable that your child's grades are not so good. It doesn't matter. You don't need her to be successful in the future or make a lot of money."

Old Master Jiang pulled the blanket on his knees, lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "You don't understand, Nian Nian has a special identity. If she wants to be with Wang Chuan in the future, academic qualifications are the minimum requirement."

The Ye family’s door is not that easy to approach.

Besides, Ye Wangchuan’s status in Beijing is special enough. Once his fiancée is announced, countless eyes will be staring at Qiao Nian. He is in his seventies and eighties. How much help can he give her in his old age

Rely on Jiang Zongnan

He was not old enough to be blind, and he could see that his daughter-in-law did not welcome Nian Nian, and Xianrou also...

Mr. Jiang was mentally strong. After a brief thought, he took out his cell phone, made up his mind, and said, "I'll call the president of Tsinghua University."

If you want to use the back door, someone has to ask.

The younger generation doesn't have enough face, so he is the only one who makes the move.

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In the office of the president of Tsinghua University, the president just went to get a cup of tea and took a sip to moisten his throat. Before his dry throat was relieved, his cell phone rang again.

"Principal, your phone number."

"I heard it."

The principal took a quick sip of tea, screwed the lid on, put down the cup, walked over and picked up the phone that was ringing on the table.

Seeing the caller ID, he was slightly stunned, with a look of astonishment on his face: "Mr. Jiang?" He didn't react for a moment, and asked himself: "Why did Mr. Jiang call me? Are there any younger generations in the Jiang family who are participating in our school's independent enrollment?"

How come he remembered that the younger generation of the Jiang family were all in college, and no one was in the third year of high school? He thought to himself, moistened his throat, and answered the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang, what brings you to call me? Um, is there anything going on at school? Oh, that exam. The results are out, um, they are all posted on the school's official website."

"You want me to help you check a student's grades?"

The principal hesitated for a moment.

The results have just come out and are posted on the official website. You can check your results by simply entering your admission ticket number. But Mr. Jiang insisted on helping me. I'm afraid this means...

He had encountered this situation before. As long as the test scores were not too bad, it would not be impossible to give him an interview opportunity.

"Okay, tell me the student's name."

A name was quickly called over from the other end of the phone.

The principal suspected that he had misheard: "You said...Qiao Nian?"

There were other people in the office. He didn't turn on the speaker. His arm, which was holding the phone, felt numb from lifting it up. He felt uneasy and quickly walked to the window to breathe in some fresh air. Only then could he force himself to remain calm and listen to the person on the other end of the phone talking to him.

"Do you know her? How did she do in the exam? Did she rank last? Principal Si, she is my granddaughter. She was lost for more than ten years and was only found recently. I owe her a lot! I know her grades may not be satisfactory, but I know that girl. She is very smart. It's just that she went through too many things in her senior year of high school and may not have put her heart into her studies."

Mr. Jiang had been proud all his life, so it was particularly difficult for him to open his mouth and say, "For my sake, can Tsinghua University give her a chance, regardless of her major, and let her in first..."

(End of this chapter)