Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Zeng Wangcai thought that as soon as he said his name, Principal Zhang and Ran Qiuye would immediately bow down in admiration.

But he never imagined that he overestimated the speed of information dissemination in this era. His name was far from being a household name. The three words "Zeng Wangcai" were only known in Nanluoguxiang at best.

So, the name failed to be cool.

Principal Zhang just felt that the name Zeng Wangcai seemed a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

This is the darkest place under the lamp. Who among ordinary people could have imagined that a person who has been in newspapers, on TV, and with the big guys would be someone around them.

"Comrade, this is not a joke!" Principal Zhang calmed down and said, "This is a big deal. Our school is not small, and it will cost a lot of money to renovate all the teachers' dormitories."

"Money is just a number to me!" Zeng Wangcai could only bite the bullet and continue to pretend, "I have decided on this matter. As long as there is no problem with the school, I will ask China Resources to come over. The school does not need to worry about the renovation. They just need to arrange and coordinate the time."

"You know someone from China Resources?" Principal Zhang asked in surprise. "I heard that China Resources' engineering team is very good at construction. They renovated the two courtyard houses in Nanluoguxiang. They are very busy now. Are you sure?"

It’s my own company, what’s there to be uncertain about?

"Sure, definitely!" Zeng Wangcai nodded, "I'll send someone to meet with you tomorrow, together with the matter of the tables, chairs and benches."

"This..." Principal Zhang realized that Zeng Wangcai was not here for fun and began to speak incoherently, "Thank you, thank you. On behalf of all the teachers and students of Hongxing Primary School, thank you for your dedication. On behalf of..."

"You're welcome. My son was robbed..."

"Robbery, that's robbery, our school will never tolerate it, Teacher Ran can testify to that!"

Get it!

Principal Zhang's change of words was undoubtedly the result of Zeng Wangcai's ability to use money.

But the most important thing is that Principal Zhang is not a stupid person, and a stupid person would not be able to become a principal at this age.

It is true that Principal Zhang is afraid of Director Jin, but he also knows that in this era, being able to become so rich is not an easy thing in itself.

Money, in this era, or at any time, does not exist alone. It has many companions. Without these companions, money cannot take root.

Principal Zhang politely sent Zeng Wangcai away. When he came back, Ran Qiuye was still in a daze and had not left yet.

"Xiao Ran!" Principal Zhang said kindly, "I have a task for you. Go ask Zeng Hao and Zeng Bang in your class what their father does and where they live..."

"Principal, I've already learned about this." Ran Qiuye came back to his senses and replied, "The child said that his parents are self-employed and live in No. 95, Nanluoguxiang."

"Self-employed?" Principal Zhang pondered the new word.

Self-employed individuals are no longer uncommon in China. Many people choose to start their own business and earn their first pot of gold.

There are such bold people around Principal Zhang, but he doesn't know that individual business owners can make so much money that they can afford to renovate a school and donate 1,500 sets of desks and chairs.

"By the way, Principal, our school's former teacher Yan lived in No. 95 Nanluoguxiang." Ran Qiuye said, remembering something.

"Teacher Yan? Where is he? Call him over..."

"Uh, Teacher Yan is dead!"

"..."

So what do you think he does?

"Principal, you misunderstood..." Ran Qiuye quickly realized that there was something wrong with what he said, and hurriedly explained, "What I meant is that I know about No. 95 Nanluoguxiang Courtyard. I have visited the families there. The courtyard has been renovated. I have also bought things at the grocery store outside the courtyard..."

After Ran Qiuye's explanation, Principal Zhang's influence on Zeng Wangcai and Nanluoguxiang became three-dimensional.

He also knew that the grocery store in Nanluoguxiang was the first store where people could buy things without tickets. It was reported in the newspaper. This left a much deeper impression on him than the three words "Zeng Wangcai".

"Let me make a phone call and ask..." Principal Zhang suddenly had an idea and picked up the phone and asked the switchboard to transfer him to the grocery store. As it turned out, the grocery store was quite famous and his call was connected.

A few minutes later, a busy tone came from the receiver, but Principal Zhang couldn't put the phone down.

"It's actually him. It's him who caused Zeng Wangcai to be weak..." Principal Zhang murmured after learning who Zeng Wangcai was.

"Principal, who is it?"

"Don't ask!" Principal Zhang quickly put down the phone, "Xiao Ran, please take a moment to notify the other leaders to come to the meeting. Our school is going to change... By the way, Zeng Hao and Zeng Bang in your class must be taken care of. You don't need to take special care of them, but you must not let anyone bully them..."

......

In the evening, the Zeng family held a family meeting.

"By the way, Wangcai, the child's school called today." Before the meeting began, Chen Yumei brought a plate of melon seeds and placed it on the eight-immortal table and said, "The school wants to know who you are. You are going to the school for a parents' meeting today. Is there anything wrong? The person who called is the principal."

Are you trying to find out about my roots?

"What did you say?"

"It wasn't me who answered the phone, it was Jinhuan." Chen Yumei grabbed a handful of melon seeds and said, "Jinhuan was so proud and praised you a lot."

Well, now all problems are gone.

Zeng Wangcai didn’t tell his family about the award, otherwise the bomb would have exploded earlier.

"That's it!" Zeng Wangcai also grabbed a handful of melon seeds, cracked two and said, "The fight has been resolved. Let me tell you something important. The school said that they will organize a cultural performance during the National Day, and also organize people to go to Tiananmen Square to attend the ceremony."

“This is a good thing!” Zeng Youqian nodded, “Let the children go to Tiananmen Square to experience the hustle and bustle.”

"Yes, yes, that day must be very lively..." Chen Yumei agreed.

"Grandpa and grandma!" Zeng Hao pouted, "Not all students can go to Tiananmen Square. You have to be a good student. If we fight, we definitely can't go."

"Ah..." Zeng Youqian smiled awkwardly, "It doesn't matter if I can't go. Our front door is busy too, so it's the same if we watch from there."

"Don't explain, let me tell you!" Zeng Wangcai took over the conversation, "Son, tell me, do you want to attend the ceremony or go to the school to participate in the art performance?"

"Dad, not everyone can perform well in a cultural performance."

"That's right, Dad, you don't know anything. The school likes good kids..."

Zeng Wangcai felt embarrassed when he saw his wife looking at him jokingly.

"Son, you two are good kids in your father's eyes!" Zeng Wangcai tried hard to comfort his son, "Dad said that you can go wherever you want to go. I will keep my word."

"Really?" said the eldest son Zeng Hao, "Dad, we two want to go to the cultural performance."

"Okay, let's start the performance!" Zeng Wangcai slapped the table and said, "You guys prepare the program, the school will take care of me..."

"Wait a minute!" Zhang Xiuzhi, who knew her son better, asked suspiciously, "What show are you going to perform?"

"Let's do crosstalk!"

"We can recite Degang's "White Event", which we both know by heart."

"Our future ideal is to create a 'good club'..."