"Don't be reluctant to spend that money. Qinglongwan is in need of attracting investment right now. The school has the most talents coming out of it. Alumni who graduated from the same school are a natural bond. You can give your teachers some good things and donate some money to your school so that your alumni can see your strength. Those who are capable and want to make money will naturally come to you, and then you can introduce Qinglongwan to them." Zhang Qichao said to Zhang Qicheng on the phone.
Xiang Yang was a little confused after hearing this, "Donation?"
"Isn't this a school celebration? How did it become a donation?"
"How did your school contact you? Do you think the school spent so much effort to invite so many of you alumni back just to have a meal together and watch a singing performance rehearsed by students on the playground? Of course, they invited you back so that those of you who have made money can donate some money."
"I didn't receive much education and I don't have an alma mater, but Mr. Li did. Two years ago, he donated three million to the school when he attended the school anniversary. Look at his alumni, who doesn't know him now? He has many businesses now, and they were all introduced to him by his alumni. It's not a loss to donate this money." Zhang Qicheng said.
"Is that so?" Xiang Yang's mouth twitched, but he had no other thoughts in his heart.
If there really is a donation procedure, Xiang Yang is willing to donate.
Not for investment in Qinglongwan.
Just for those poor younger classmates like Xiang Yang in the past.
If his alma mater really had a tradition of donating money for its school anniversary, then Xiang Yang must have enjoyed financial support from others back then.
Now that Xiang Yang has become prosperous, it is natural for him to continue passing on this tradition.
As for the possibility that the donated money went into the teacher's pocket and the students did not enjoy any benefits, someone would naturally take care of these. Xiang Yang never gave up doing something really good because of possible speculation.
Thinking of this, Xiang Yang no longer had the heart to prepare gifts for the teachers. He picked up two packs of cigarettes and walked directly towards Liancheng No. 1 Middle School.
Liancheng is a county-level city with a population of 800,000. In fact, most of these people are distributed among various towns or concentrated in various factories. The actual urban population is not large, at most only about 100,000.
Therefore, the entire lotus dust is not big.
It only took Xiang Yang about ten minutes to walk from the shopping mall to the gate of the county’s No. 1 Middle School.
The No. 1 Middle School of the county is located on the edge of Lianchen. Outside the school gate is a wide provincial road that runs directly through the entire Liancheng.
On the opposite side of the provincial road is an abandoned and dilapidated factory.
Xiang Yang walked slowly on the sidewalk inside the provincial road railings, looking at the familiar shops outside the school one by one.
There are bookstores, boutiques, stationery stores, as well as convenience stores and rice noodle shops.
In ten years, these shops have not changed at all, it seems like just yesterday. The only thing that has changed is that the shop owners have aged a lot.
Xiang Yang felt as if he had really returned to his student days.
Arriving at the school gate, the security guard stopped Xiang Yang. He looked at Xiang Yang for a few times and saw that he was dressed formally and had a neat hairstyle. After confirming that Xiang Yang was not one of those young people from society, he smiled and said, "Sir, you are an alumnus returning to school to attend the school celebration, right? The school celebration is tomorrow. Which class are you from? Who is your homeroom teacher? Please register and wait for my colleague to come back. I will take you to the hotel and arrange accommodation for you."
"I'm from the 43rd grade, Class 487. My homeroom teacher is Xun Junqing. Can I go in and meet my teacher now?" Xiang Yang asked with a smile.
When the security guard heard Xiang Yang say that they were from the 43rd class, his face suddenly turned bitter. It had been less than ten years since they graduated. Even if they had graduated from college, they must have just started working. Even if such alumni donated money, it would not be more than a few hundred yuan. After food and accommodation, the school still had to spend some money on them.
But since we are alumni, there is absolutely no possibility of being driven away once we come here. As the saying goes, don't despise the poor young people. They may not have money now, but what about the next ten years
Maybe when they come back next time they will have money
"Director Xun is indeed in the school. He just entered the school not long ago with breakfast. But I have to check his schedule first to see if he has classes now. If he does, he definitely can't let you in. If he doesn't, I can give him a call and see if he will let you in." said the security guard.
"Yes, it's my duty." Xiang Yang nodded with a smile.
The security guard took Xiang Yang into the message room.
The message room is very simple, with just a desk, three swivel chairs, two telephones and a desktop computer on the desk.
The security guard checked on the computer, then smiled at Xiang Yang and said, "Well, Director Xun has a class in the fourth period this morning. I'll call him and see if he lets you in."
Xiang Yang raised his eyebrows. The security guard addressed Xun Junqing as "Director Xun" twice.
It seems that after so many years, Teacher Xun has also been promoted.
This was expected. When Xiang Yang was in school, Xun Junqing was the head teacher of the key class and was awarded the title of outstanding teacher every year.
I just don’t know whether he is the grade director or the director of the teaching department now.
Soon, the security guard finished the call, turned his head and looked at Xiang Yang and said, "Director Xun, let me ask your name."
"Xiang Yang."
"Well, you can go in. Director Xun is in the middle office on the fourth floor of Wenfu Building. But you have to put the two packs of cigarettes in the message room for the time being," said the guard.
"I brought this for my teacher." Xiang Yang said.
"I know, that's why I said to put it in the message room temporarily. The school has a written regulation that no faculty member is allowed to accept gifts, and no student or parent can give gifts. You are a student who graduated from No. 1 Middle School, and now you are back. You will abide by the school rules of No. 1 Middle School, right?" The security brother said with a smile.
"I've graduated and I don't have any children attending school. Can't I bring some gifts to my teachers when I go back to my alma mater to see them?" Xiang Yang asked in surprise.
"No." The security guard shook his head firmly.
Xiang Yang had no choice but to give up. He placed the two packs of cigarettes on the table in the message room, then walked into the school.
The county’s No. 1 Middle School covers a large area of more than one hundred acres.
As you enter the door, you will see a large playground that combines a running track and a football field.
To go to Wenfu Building, you must first cross this large playground.
In addition to the dormitory building, the County No. 1 Middle School has a total of five buildings, namely the Wenfu Building, the Lifu Building, the Comprehensive Building, the Science and Education Building, and the Vocational Education Building.
When Xiang Yang was studying, he lived in the Wenfu Building.
After driving to the fourth floor of Wenfu Building, Xiang Yang walked through the familiar corridors and classrooms and finally arrived at the door of the office in the middle of the corridor.