Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

The current deskmate Liu Wenjun, although he is not surnamed Zhuo, he is also a young boy with a long apple. Feng Yiping feels that he still has a feminine color. For example, he loves gossip especially, and he is happy and proud of it.

He gave full play to his strong affinity and easy to get good impressions, collecting all kinds of news everywhere, some inquiring posture.

Those who love gossip, of course, also like to talk about gossip. For example, now, Feng Yiping puts notebooks and water bottles in his schoolbags-with the lessons of junior high school, he now dare not put his notebooks in the classroom while listening to his nagging "You know, we didn’t have to pay such a high tuition fee. In the previous years, when we were in the old campus, the tuition fee was very low, and there was some subsidy every semester.

At this time, you still have to consciously cheer, "Why?"

"It's all to blame for the headmaster in front of me who was so happy. The old campus did not use it. She spent a lot of money to build the new campus. Then, she got the recognition from above and became the deputy mayor of our school. The debt of the **** is said to be tens of millions!"

Former principal Feng Yiping knew that there was a very courageous **** in the school newspaper. She did not expect her courage to be so strong. In this era, she would dare to owe tens of millions of foreign debts to build a new school. Tsk tsk, awesome!

I just don't know how many construction-related companies were killed by her.

"So, in order to pay off the debt, the school can only find ways to generate income." Liu Wenjun said.

"That's why our tuition and fees are so high," Feng Yiping continued.

"More than that! Do you know why we recruit so many classes this year?"

"To charge more tuition?"

"What is the tuition fee? It is mainly for self-financed students. Those with a score of 550 or more can be paid in, and the difference is within two cents. All are paid 10,000, and the other is 150. How much do you calculate this?"

My boy, this is really amazing! If it's two or thirty minutes away. Then you have to pay 30,000 or 40,000 at a time, and then you can buy a house in the city.

What is a profitable business, this is it.

"That's not enough. I heard that the school plans to co-organize some classes with other schools in other places. It is just under the guise of our school, so that high tuition fees can be collected and another means of generating income."

Ha ha. Therefore, education is indeed one of the earliest marketizations in our country, and the means of making money is to renovate.

"So, now everyone in the city says that this is ruining a prestigious school and making a deputy mayor." Liu Wenjun concluded.

Feng Yiping really didn't know that there was so much involved here. No wonder the number one in the city's high school entrance examination had to find a way to study in the province.

The main criterion for judging a prestigious school is to see how many provincial champions he has awarded. In addition to taking a few Olympic trophies, the most important thing is to see how many students are admitted to the university during the college entrance examination. Especially being admitted to top universities, so to put it bluntly, the foundation of prestigious universities is high-quality students.

In order to generate income, recruiting so many self-financed students will naturally lower the overall level. For example, if you have 200 graduates, 50 of them have gone to the top ten universities in China, and 100 of them have gone to other universities. 211 colleges and universities. Of course you can be considered a prestigious school.

However, this is the result. If you have 500 graduates, it is just a little better than the average school. However, your fees are much higher than those of ordinary schools.

The two talked and turned and walked out, unexpectedly splashing a glass of water over them.

Liu Wenjun, who took the cutlery to the cafeteria, was the main target of the attack. Feng Yiping was hit by the fish and splashed a little on his face with water in his face.

The instigator was still the girl in the back row. At this time, she had to tighten the lid of the cup, put it in her bag, and walked out Shi Shiran.

There were a lot of people gloating around, but none came forward to stop her.

Liu Wenjun, who was suddenly splashed with water, became a little confused, but after a meeting, he reacted, wiped the water on his face, and shouted at the female classmate, "Zheng Jiayi, are you sick?"

Well, Feng Yiping only remembered that classmate's name this time, and was a little annoyed. This woman is nervous, right?

Liu Wenjun chased after him, but Zheng Jiayi, who was always nervous, didn't walk slowly. He chased the stairs and couldn't catch up at sight. He could catch up by trotting, but didn't he hit the political and religious office?

He had to come back bitterly to find a tissue to wipe the water, "I'll go to Teacher Li."

Feng Yiping took his hand and said, "Since I went to find Teacher Li, what else would I wipe? You go first. If Teacher Li wants a witness, I will help you testify."

"That's right, that's hard evidence."

Zheng Jiayi finally lowered her head this time and hurried to the school gate. The Audi had already stopped waiting for him. The driver watched her walk out of the school gate and went to help open the car door, "Uncle Zhang, no, I'll drive it myself!"

"Hehe, I'm used to it."

Audi drove steadily all the way, and finally drove into a courtyard guarded by armed police, and stopped in front of a three-story building in the middle.

Zheng Jiayi pushed the door into the house. A middle-aged man with an apron, eyes and a bookish face poked his head out of the kitchen, "Hehe, my daughter is back. Go wash your hands first and the meal will be ready soon."

Zheng Jiayi didn't help or wash her hands, dropped her schoolbag, walked to the backyard and sat on a recliner, still sulking.

After a while, the brakes rang out again, and with the sound of kicking and pedaling footsteps, Zheng Jiayi's father asked again, "I'm back!"

"Well, where is Jiayi?"

"In the backyard."

"Jiayi, come and help me beat my back, for an afternoon meeting, my back hurts."

Zheng Jiayi walked in reluctantly. Sitting on the sofa was a middle-aged woman with short hair and a firm face. There was a mole under the corner of her right mouth. She was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a lake blue suit collar. She was rubbing her temples with her hands.

Zheng Jiayi walked over and thumped her on her back, not serious or serious, "You die girl, be gentle! Why, what's wrong with you?"

"No." Zheng Jiayi softened a bit in front of her mother.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Mom, someone at school said..."

"Say what?" her mother asked casually.

"Oh, nothing, I heard that autumn outings might be organized."

"Well, school is better!" Her mother sighed.

"Okay, let's have dinner!" Zheng Bogan came out carrying a plate of braised prawns.

Zheng Jiayi went to help arrange the dishes and chopsticks~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Her father served her a good meal and put some prawns for her, "How about school today?"

"pretty good."

"What about you?" Zheng Bogan turned to his wife.

"Not smooth!"

"Or is it about repairing the bridge?"

"Well, Mayor Sun's funding for the bridge repair is a huge gap. He asked all departments to pool the money, but where can I have the surplus? He finally issued an order to deduct 10% of the salary every month for all the staff who are preparing and receiving wages from the finance. %, I don’t know what the consequences will be."

"There has been a lot of fund-raising in the past few years. Fortunately, the other part of the education you are responsible for, some of the township schools below, the wages cannot be paid on time, and such a deduction is required. That's fine!" Zheng Bogan gave his wife Scooped a bowl of soup.

"You can only walk around!"

In the evening of self-study, Feng Yiping walked into the classroom stuck and found that Zheng Jiayi was reading in her seat like a person, and Liu Wenjun was also there, but it was not like reading, like in a daze.

He touched him, snarled in the back row, and asked him in a low voice, "What did Teacher Li say? Do you want me to testify?"

Liu Wenjun didn't say a word, but looked at him sadly.

Feng Yiping is very puzzled, what is going on? (To be continued)

ps: ps: There will be a chapter in the evening, but not necessarily before zero. (Rebirth of 92 business tycoon: /26/26056/)--(Rebirth of 92 business tycoon)