Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

The young man glanced up and down at Zeng Wangcai's clothes and said: "From the looks of you, you are indeed rich... How about this, pay some money and forget about it."

"It's easy to ask for money. How much?" Zeng Wangcai asked calmly.

"Five... one thousand~" the young man made an offer, and seemed to be worried that Zeng Wangcai would not agree, so he said arrogantly, "My brother's front teeth fell out, this is not a small matter. I asked about your family, and you are quite rich. Give me one thousand yuan, and the matter will be settled."

"One thousand yuan is not a lot, it's OK!" Zeng Wangcai answered straightforwardly, "I don't have that much money, give me some time... How about this, during the National Day, there will be a celebration, and we will meet again, then I will give the money, anyway, my son is in school, he can't run away, right?"

"I warn you, don't play tricks..." The young man felt a little regretful when he saw that Zeng Wangcai agreed so easily.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything rash!" Zeng Wangcai said with a smile, "Although one thousand yuan is a lot for me, it is still not as important as my son. I need some time to collect the money."

"I trust you once! Let's go, brother..." The young man led his men and walked away.

Xiaobao brought Zenghao and Zengbao over, and the two brothers were unconvinced and asked, "Dad, why did you give him money?"

"Hey, it's all for you!" Zeng Wangcai sighed, "It's useless to teach people. Things only teach people once. There are many ways to solve problems. It doesn't necessarily require fighting and killing."

The two brothers seemed to understand.

The architecture of Hongxing Primary School is old, just like the mainstream architectural style in the old city.

Zeng Wangcai found the classroom of Grade 4 Class 1, walked in, and found his son's seat in the last row.

The classroom was very noisy. The parent-teacher meeting had not started yet, but the parents were already talking and chatting more actively than when their own children were in class.

People in Beijing are just like this, very outgoing and friendly. You can call this enthusiasm.

As soon as Zeng Wangcai sat down, he was grabbed by two enthusiastic brothers in front of him.

"You are Zeng Hao Zeng Bang's father, right? Go back and tell your son not to braid my daughter's hair all the time."

"It's not time yet. Even if we want to become relatives, we have to wait a few years. The child is too young. Take care of him!"

"......"

This is fucking embarrassing!

Zeng Wangcai chatted lively with the two potential father-in-laws in front of him for a few words, and then focused his attention on the chair. He found that the chair was not only old, but also short. No wonder his son was not comfortable sitting on it.

And this classroom, the windows are too small, the room is small too, and the last row is right against the wall.

Poor lighting and crowdedness, this is the situation of the primary school located under the Imperial City.

There is only one topic for parents to chat in the classroom:

"Xiao Lan's dad, has your factory been notified? About the National Day celebrations."

"We have been notified. Our factory is awesome. There is equipment on Tiananmen Square that our factory will provide. We are going to work very hard for ten days."

"We in the cotton mill also have a task, making colorful flags..."

"Hey, Zeng Bang's father, what are the tasks in your factory?"

"..."

Why do you feel like I'm taking advantage?

Zeng Wangcai responded to the enthusiasm of his son's classmates' parents with a wry smile: "We don't have any tasks in our unit..."

"That must be a small factory. Which factory doesn't have tasks..."

“We are mainly responsible for attending the ceremony!”

"..."

You're so pretentious... I can't even keep up with the conversation.

So our mission is to serve you!

Zeng Wangcai received a few cold stares, and then he became quiet, and no one wanted to chat with him anymore.

We have no common ground to talk about. We are talking about adding bricks and tiles to the celebration, but you say that these tiles are for me. How can we talk about this?

Just then, the head teacher Ran Qiuye walked into the classroom.

"Everyone, please be quiet!" Ran Qiuye, who was still wearing pigtails at her age, stood on the podium and said to all the parents, "Time is urgent. Let's take time out of our busy schedules to attend this parent-teacher conference. Let's focus on the key points. This parent-teacher conference will revolve around the National Day celebration.

"The first thing is that the school is going to hold a cultural performance...

"The second thing is to select some children to go to Tiananmen Square to participate in the celebrations...

"The third thing is that the school is going to hold a general cleaning..."

Of these three things, Zeng Wangcai felt that two of them were related to him. One was to let the children participate in the art performances and perform to exercise them. The second was to do the general cleaning...

In my previous life, I always heard parents complaining that those born in the 80s had to clean the school when they were young, and when they grew up and became parents, they went to school to clean the school for their children.

At that time, Zeng Wangcai didn’t have a sense of substitution, but now... he does!

If time was not tight, Zeng Wangcai would not have gotten the chance to do the general cleaning. Usually, the general cleaning was done by the children. This time, because of the sudden celebration, the school was worried that the children would not be able to clean up, so they asked the parents for help.

It was a real request for help, Ran Qiuye was explaining it now.

In later generations, there was no such thing as asking for help. The parent committee notified and it was voluntary.

I don't know which bastard invented this new usage of the word "voluntary", but from schools to society, the word "voluntary" has been ruined.

Ran Qiuye spoke for half an hour and then the parent-teacher meeting was over. The rest of the children went to class and the parents went out to work.

"Dad Zeng Bang..." When Ran Qiuye saw Zeng Wangcai was about to leave, he quickly called for help.

When she shouted, all the parents in the class stopped.

The parents who had been talking to Zeng Wangcai earlier felt a toothache when they heard Ran Qiuye's call... Damn it, they were taken advantage of just now.

"Zeng Hao Zeng Bang Daddy, uh... Zeng Hao Zeng Bang Daddy..." Ran Qiuye realized that he had shouted too hastily just now and accidentally caused misunderstanding, so he quickly changed his words, but even after changing his words, something still didn't taste right.

The parents looked at Zeng Wangcai with strange eyes. Could it be that this person was named just for the purpose of holding a parent-teacher meeting?

"Hello, Teacher Ran, you can just call me Comrade Zeng!" Zeng Wangcai quickly resolved the awkwardness.

He admitted that he didn't think too much about naming his son.

"Hello, Comrade Zeng!" Ran Qiuye walked down from the podium, "Please stay for a moment and talk about the performance of Zeng Hao and Zeng Bang in school."

Hey, it’s finally here!

Zeng Wangcai sighed inwardly: "Okay, okay, where shall we go to talk?"

"Principal's office, our Principal Zhang wants to talk to you!"

"headmaster?"

Isn't it?

Kids are fighting, do we need to ask the principal to intervene?

Even the dean of studies can’t do it?

Zeng Wangcai subconsciously thought of a possibility. Could it be that the principal wanted to curry favor with the director of the Health Bureau, or that the director came to the school to put pressure on him?

He guessed right, both!

To be precise, it was Director Jin's nephew, the young man who had previously blackmailed Zeng Wangcai, who came to the school to find Principal Zhang and asked Principal Zhang to put pressure on Zeng Wangcai.

As for Director Jin, he has no time to care about him and is fully focused on his work.

The following events were all caused by Director Jin’s nephew. The one who was beaten, Jin Ming, learned bad things from him.

"Principal Zhang..." Ran Qiuye brought Zeng Wangcai to the door of the principal's office.