In the past two days, Zhuo Yi has been busy with one thing, which is government charity fund assistance for poor students in urban areas. The entire charity fund is jointly constructed by a number of large enterprises, among which Huaguo Water Curtain Group is one of them. Now, by coincidence, the fund assistance program is being trialled in Peiyuan District. Therefore, when Zhuo Oi saw Wang Ling's name on the aid list, he was stunned...
Wang Ling's name was approved by Principal Chen after Teacher Pan applied to the dean. After all, the entire No. 60 Middle School knew how "bad" the situation at Wang Ling's family was. In an era when housing prices were not that expensive, one could not afford to live in a school district in the city. Every day to go to school, one had to wake up early and take a two-hour hearse from the suburbs to school... Even when attending a spirit sword exchange meeting, one could not even hold one. A decent spiritual sword.
To use the summary on the poverty-stricken student declaration form submitted by Teacher Pan, it is just six words: miserable, miserable...
Odd Zhuo has always had a deep affection for Wang Ling, his young master... so he is particularly concerned about this matter. If his master is in trouble, of course he, as a disciple, cannot ignore it.
This time, the government's charitable fund assistance is quite large, but the amount is limited, and there are so many students who apply. From so many applications, we need to eliminate those students who belong to the middle class but consider themselves poor. Eliminating those fake quotas from wealthy families who deliberately applied to join in the fun is what Zhuo Yi has to do now.
Zhuo Yi spent two full days to reduce the application quota for schools in Peiyuan District from 3 million to 3,000...
The biggest one among them who pretends to be poor is Lin Xiaocong! —This is a well-known rich second generation, very famous throughout the country. He usually acts in a high-profile manner and is a bit domineering, but no one can do anything to him... just because his father is Lin Sicong. The phrase "My father is Sicong" has become the standard mantra of this second-generation rich man.
Zhuo Yi felt that he was an upright and honest official. He never received any gifts or money. Even if it was a courier sent to the cadre's apartment, as long as the source was unknown, Zhuo Yi would return it the way it came. But this time, Zhuo Oi really had to bite the bullet and break the precept... Master's business is his own business. The total application quota is only 3,000, so the chance of applying is extremely slim.
Therefore, after careful consideration, Zhuo Yi decided to help Wang Ling find a back door...
If I can help Master apply for a quota, the relationship between myself and Master will take another big step forward, right
With Zhuo Yi thinking like this in his mind, a phone call was made to the secretary's office of the Ten Thousand Schools Alliance.
Not long after, the phone was picked up, and the old leader's voice came from the other end: "Hello, is this Xiaozhuo?"
"Well... Secretary Sun, it's me."
On the other end of the phone, Secretary Sun frowned: "You have just taken up the post of General Director of the Hundred Schools Administration. Didn't I ask the Human Resources Department to give you a holiday? Why are you still working?"
"The district is conducting a charity fund pilot project these past two days. Isn't it time to distract myself? When I'm done with this period of work, I'll go and rest." Zhuo Yi answered truthfully.
"Well, children's matters always come first. Xiaozhuo, I really saw you right!"
The old secretary nodded with satisfaction: "By the way, why did you call me this time?"
There is a saying that no matter what happens, you should not go to the Three Treasures Palace. Secretary Sun has been in the officialdom for so many years and he knows this already. Usually, the old secretary will simply refuse to answer such calls. But since the target was Zhuo Yi, Secretary Sun was naturally a different matter. This is an outstanding cadre who ranks first in the polls. If he calls for help, he will most likely be in trouble.
"Secretary Sun, it's about the charity fund. I want to help a student in particular..." Zhuo Yi said.
"Which student is it?" Secretary Sun frowned. Why does this matter sound like an official decision
"In the previous spirit sword exchange meeting between No. 59 Middle School and No. 60 Middle School, the student who used the wooden sword...does Secretary Sun remember it?"
The old secretary was startled and patted his head: "Well! So it's him! I remember hearing you say that this student's family background is not good and he can't even afford a house in the city's school district."
"Yes! That's right, it's him! It's great that Secretary Sun still has an impression!"
"Of course I have an impression. I remember that this student was quite special and left me with a different feeling... Think about it, at the spirit sword exchange meeting at that time. How many pairs of eyes looked at him. He had a The wooden sword appeared on the stage, and it didn’t take it seriously at all.”
"Then the old secretary thinks what's so special about this student Wang?"
Secretary Sun pondered for a moment and said, "That's it, it gives me a feeling... of being poor and having a strong backbone!"
Zhuo Yi: "..."
"I know everything about the situation. Now that you are the head of the Hundred Schools General Administration, you have the final say on matters in Songhai City. There is no need to report it to me. I will leave this matter to you. No matter how poor you are, you can't Poor education, we must vigorously cultivate a student with such a strong character, he will become a pillar of the country in the future!"
"Well, okay...Thank you, Secretary Sun, for understanding."
After reporting his work, Zhuo Yi hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief.
Next, it's time for him to show off his energy!
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In the principal's office of No. 60 Middle School, Principal Chen and Director Shi stared at the same report form, scanning it up and down.
This report form was just circulated by the Office of the Hundred Schools General Administration. It contains a complete list of students who have applied for aid from all schools in the city.
"We applied for ten quota places among the sixty, and all of them passed!" Director Shi showed a surprised expression.
"It seems that Zhuo Yi still has deep feelings for our No. 60 Middle School." Principal Chen pointed to a name: "Look, among these ten people, there is actually an asterisked key aid spot."
Key assistance
Director Shi hadn't noticed it before, but now after hearing what Principal Chen said, when he looked back, he found a small asterisk next to a student's name: "...Wang Ling?"
Director Shi read out the name, and they both nodded at the same time. Because they all have an impression of this student.
I had participated in a spirit sword exchange meeting before, and although my overall performance was average, the peach wood spirit sword in my hand sparked a group discussion.
After the Spirit Sword Exchange Meeting, this classmate’s class teacher, Teacher Pan, has been looking for opportunities to apply for assistance.
Principal Chen smiled slightly: "It seems that now Teacher Pan can finally get what he wanted. This is a big favor for this student Wang Ling!"
"There are a lot of materials that have been applied for in the key aid quota. I don't know what kind of materials Wang Ling has, but as long as they are reasonable, they are within the scope of the aid," Director Shi said.
"If you need it... Teacher Pan has already asked classmate Wang Ling. In addition to the basic special aid package, classmate Wang Ling also wants something else... "
After Teacher Pan received the news that the aid application was approved, he asked Wang Ling early in the morning and sent the list of special needs to the principal's office.
Principal Chen and Director Shi saw that in addition to basic supplies, such as three-year college entrance examination and five-year simulation exercise gift packages, the aid packages on the list... both of them ended up staring at the fifty boxes of special needs at the bottom of the list. Face, lost in thought...
(End of chapter)