Unlike the gloomy and depressing atmosphere in Qingzhou's officialdom, this day was sunny and windy from the morning, which was a rare good weather since the end of autumn. Wen Liang rushed to school early in the morning, took out his homework book, wrote a note for leave, and went straight to the office building. When he opened the door of the English group, he saw Huang Mei sitting alone in the huge office, with her legs crossed and her hands tapping on the table: "The heart of the flower is hidden in the stamen, and you missed the flowering period in vain. Your heart has forgotten the season and never lets people understand easily..."
Wen Liang applauded and praised, "You sang well. Teacher Huang, it's a waste of your talent to come to No. 1 Middle School. I'll talk to Sunshine Kindergarten and let you go there. With this voice, it's simply invincible for coaxing children to sleep in the summer. Every word you sing will make them fall asleep. By the time you finish singing, even mosquitoes will fall asleep. It's a hundred times more powerful than insecticide!"
Huang Mei raised her eyebrows, grabbed the chalk on the table and threw it over, angrily saying: "Wen Liang, just wait, I can't cure you, but Teacher Ye can!"
Wen Liang caught the chalk and tossed it up and down in his hands, shaking his head and sighing, "Good advice is hard to hear. The child who said that the emperor had no clothes on is always pitiful..."
Huang Mei wanted to laugh when she saw him being serious and funny, but then she suddenly felt something was wrong, her face turned red, and she scolded him: "What are you talking about, who is not wearing... wearing..."
Wen Liang secretly sweated, scratched his head and said with a wry smile: "Well, you are wronging me! But everyone has their own specialties, and it is understandable that the English teacher does not know much about Chinese."
"You still say that!"
Huang Mei pretended to fight, but Wen Liang smiled bitterly and raised his hands in surrender. Ye Yuting happened to come in and saw this scene, and said, "What kind of drama is this, a heroic woman meets a local thug?"
Huang Mei's eyes lit up and she said, "Yes, he is a little hooligan. Sister Yuting, you are really good. You saw through this kid's true colors at a glance."
Ye Yuting laughed and said, "No way, I guessed it right? Wen Liang, how did you offend Teacher Huang?"
Wen Liang was about to answer when Huang Mei cried out, picked up the lesson plan and walked out: "It's the first period of my class, it's almost too late, you guys chat."
Then he ran away under the gaze of the two people, which aroused Ye Yuting's curiosity: "What happened?"
Wen Liang was a kind-hearted man, so he decided to help Huang Mei keep the secret. After all, there were many people who were tone-deaf, but it was rare to find someone as tone-deaf as her. The rarer, the more precious. "It's okay, we were just joking. Teacher Ye, I have something to do today, so I have to ask for leave from you."
Ye Yuting's surprised expression after hearing this made Wen Liang wonder if what he had just said was not asking for leave, but alien invasion.
"You still dare to ask for leave?"
Ye Yuting took out a stack of small white notes from the drawer and lined them up in front of Wen Liang. The hateful thing was that there was a number written in red pen in the upper left corner of each note. Why did the Arabic numerals, which usually looked so gentle, look so glaring at this moment
"Two months into the semester, I already have nine leave notes here, not including the times you've skipped classes."
Ye Yuting didn't say much, with a slight sneer on her beautiful face, staring at Wen Liang's face quietly. She didn't believe that this kid had the nerve to take out another leave note in such a situation!
Wen Liang's heart was bleeding. Ye Yuting, you are so cunning. No wonder you have confiscated the leave notes after approving them. It turns out you are waiting for your brother here.
"Okay... I was wrong!"
Ye Yuting's expression eased a little, but she didn't want Wen Liang to look so heavy, so she took out a note and handed it over: "Teacher Ye, I must ask for leave this time. If you don't approve, I can only skip class. I don't know why Sister Zuo is in a bad mood recently. She is going to leave Qingzhou for Lingyang. I have to go and persuade her..."
"Ah?" Ye Yuting stood up suddenly, with panic in her eyes. She grabbed Wen Liang's arm and asked, "What happened to her?"
Wen Liang looked at her for a while and whispered, "Teacher, you hurt me."
Ye Yuting realized her own loss of composure and quickly let go of her hand and sat back down. After a while, she signed her name on the leave note and waved to let Wen Liang leave. Wen Liang turned around, with his back to Ye Yuting, a strange smile appeared on his face, and walked out.
No. 19 Middle School is located on Xueyuan Road in the East District, which is an undeveloped area. Although the overall campus architecture cannot be compared with No. 1 Middle School, as one of the two best schools in Qingzhou, it covers an area of more than 100 acres, with office buildings, teaching buildings, laboratory buildings, gymnasiums, lecture halls, student dormitories, two-story canteens and other infrastructure. More than 3,000 students study here. Every year, the top scorer in Qingzhou's college entrance examination is either from No. 1 Middle School or No. 19 Middle School. For this reason alone, the two schools are incompatible and have become mortal enemies. Not to mention in various other academic competitions, sports events, literary performances, and talent development, as long as they meet, they will definitely fight to the death.
For many years, No. 1 Middle School and No. 19 Middle School have been like AMD and Intel, chasing each other and surpassing each other. They are both confidants and enemies. This has also formed a unique landscape in the Qingzhou education system: the New Year's Eve party is jointly held by the two schools in turn every year, under the pretext of promoting exchanges, friendship and mutual assistance, but in fact it is a comprehensive display of the comprehensive qualities of the students of the two schools. This is understandable. After all, after so many years of fighting, there is no winner in learning, so under the banner of quality education, a firefight without gunpowder is held.
"Okay, Master, get off here."
Wen Liang handed over the money, but the driver leaned out and looked at the lively scene of gongs and drums outside. He was surprised and said, "Isn't this the soy milk shop on Bayi Road? Why did it move here?"
"It's a chain store. Look at the NO.2 on the lower right side of the sign. It means the second store."
"Chain? Oh, it means one boss, right? Oh, that's great, my family lives right here, and my daughter finally has a place to eat before going to school in the morning!"
Wen Liang smiled and said, "Why, isn't there any place selling breakfast nearby?"
"Yes, they just park a small cart on the roadside and put a few tables and chairs there. It's okay in the summer, but in the winter, if you sit there early in the morning, you'll be frozen into popsicles. How can you eat? Especially on windy days, dust, waste paper, and plastic bags are blown everywhere. Damn, I once drank oil tea and got a small red rubber band in it! It's okay for grown men, but the problem is that children are young. It's not clean to eat these..." The driver took the money and gave the change, and continued, "I think this store is clean and the food is good. Although it's a bit more expensive than outside, at least it's safe to eat."
In Qingzhou dialect, "xinsi" means to think. The older generation, who were born and raised here, pronounce it in the upper voice, and many young people can't understand it. Wen Liang laughed and said, "Well said. Just for your words, Qinghe Soy Milk must also make the people feel at ease!"
Wen Liang got off the bus and stood by the road, looking up at the plaque and letting out a long sigh. It was hard to take the first step, and it was also hard to take the second step. But when you take the third step, maybe it will be much easier, right
Today is the official opening day of Qinghe Soy Milk Academy Store.
Li Shengli saw Wen Liang on the high platform and walked over from the crowd, unable to suppress his excitement, "The second one!"
"This is just the beginning!" The sound of firecrackers suddenly rang out, and the ground was covered with red flowers. Wen Liang smiled and strode in.
With the funding this time, the scale of the opening ceremony was significantly improved compared to the last shabby one. The band was divided into two rows and played cheerful music. Two women sang Qingzhou local opera on the stage, and the crowd below the stage cheered from time to time. Four tall beauties in red cheongsams greeted guests outside the door. Their snow-white thighs were looming in the high-slit cheongsams. Compared with Ning Xiaoning and Xu Yao at the opening of the Bayi store, they were more seductive and charming, and more attractive to passers-by. The dozen or so flower baskets placed at the door of the store were not purely for self-entertainment like last time. Several friends sent congratulations, including those from the agricultural machinery factory, neighbors, and bosses who had good relationships with the Bayi store. The most eye-catching one was a 2.2-meter-high flower basket with the words: Congratulations on the founding of Qinghe Soy Milk, the prosperity of the business, the development of the grand plan, and the prosperity of the business. An
The signature only had one word "An". Wen Liang frowned slightly. Qinghe was a legitimate business. He didn't want Qinghe to be related to An Baoqing. He still had to keep a distance on the surface, so he didn't mention the opening. However, he asked An Baoqing to help find a decoration company not long ago. He was still thoughtful and paid special attention to the opening time and sent a flower basket to congratulate. Wen Liang couldn't refuse this kindness. It seemed that he had to take some time to thank An Laojiu...
Tan Xue stood beside Wen Liang, looking at the lively scene in front of her, feeling both nervous and excited. After all, this store was built from scratch, and it was improved bit by bit under her leadership. It can be said that she almost lived here during this period, and invested more effort and enthusiasm than anyone else.
"I'll leave this to you. If you do a good job with this store, we'll have a model and experience to develop similar stores in the future." Seeing that Tan Xue was getting nervous again, Wen Liang patted her shoulder and said, "Don't feel stressed. Uncle Li and I are here. Let's work hard together."
"Yes!" Tan Xue nodded and said, "Uncle Li asked Xiaoyin to come and help me. She is familiar with many processes. I will listen to her opinions and manage this store well."
Wen Liang responded casually, and suddenly saw a Fukang parked outside the crowd. Two or three people got out of the car and pointed at the Qinghe Soy Milk sign from a distance and said something. The man on the far left had a livid face, and Wen Liang could feel the anger and hostility in his eyes even from a distance of dozens of meters.
Tan Xue followed his gaze and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, an old friend finally came. Do you know why I had to come here today? On the one hand, it is to feel the festive atmosphere with you, and on the other hand, it is for this old friend. Go inside and call Uncle Li out, we have to go over to say hello, so as not to neglect the guest."
Wen Liang smiled coldly. He had never been a good person. Moreover, even saints said that one should repay kindness with kindness and repay evil with justice.