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"Don't all rush! Each person gets two notebooks, and the rest will be left on the podium!" Jiang Maoyou waited until school started before distributing the bonuses. Handing out money was the least wise thing to do. He went out and bought a large number of notebooks, enough to fill two large bags.
Although there were few people now, there were still five grades and five classes, totaling nearly one hundred fifty students. It took him two trips on his bicycle to carry all the notebooks back.
He counted the notebooks needed for his class and handed them to the class leader to distribute first. Then he carried bundles of notebooks to other grades and let the other teachers distribute them.
With empty hands, Jiang Maoyou returned to the classroom. There was still a thick stack of notebooks on the teacher's desk, and no one had taken more than their share. He stood at the podium with confidence, waiting for the students below to quiet down. "I will call out names from the list; those whose names are called come up to receive your prizes!"
Starting with the first name, five notebooks were given, then three, and finally one. Soon, the notebooks on the desk shone brightly.
Seeing the teacher's serious face, no one asked questions, but they could all tell what was happening; they were just curious why this year was different.
Jiang Maoyou thought about the remaining money in that envelope, calculating how to distribute rewards at the end of this term and next semester. Perhaps some could be used to repair the classroom as well; the Village School had fallen into disrepair over the years. Fortunately, it had been built on a solid foundation initially, constructed as a Two-Story Building, so it didn't suffer from leaks when it rained or snowed.
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"These are all for Er Ya; don't forget!" Gao Qingzhen kept stuffing things into her husband's basket that she wanted to take to their daughter.
Ever since their eldest son became successful and handed her thirty thousand yuan, although he later took some back, Gao Qingzhen's entire mindset changed. As they say, poor people have their troubles, and rich people have theirs. While favoring sons over daughters is common, that only applies when one can only support one person at home—in short, when they were poor. Now that they had money in hand.
In addition to setting aside a few thousand yuan for taking her elderly parents to a big hospital for check-ups and treatments as soon as possible, along with buying them some medicine for health maintenance, there was still quite a bit left over for building a house. Moreover, their son continued sending money back monthly; with financial stability at home, they naturally wouldn't neglect their daughter.
Her husband had gone out to discuss building matters with the construction team leader and was supposed to bring something for Er Ya as well.
"You've reminded me so many times; how could I forget? I'm leaving now!" Jiang Maoqiang said with slight annoyance in his tone as he waved his hand and prepared to leave.
"By the way, Maoqiang, call our son and ask about his situation!"
Jiang Maoqiang shouted from a distance, "Got it!"
Upon arriving at the entrance of the high school in the village, he asked the gatekeeper where his daughter’s class 68 was located. After finding a place to lock his bicycle near the teaching building, he went upstairs.
Jiang Maoqiang stood somewhat awkwardly at the door. He had only attended school for two years and could barely recognize some characters; he could write his own name. After all these years, aside from learning a bit for construction work, he was not much different from an illiterate person.
The Chinese teacher in the classroom noticed Jiang Maoqiang at the door and guessed that he was likely a parent of one of the students. She called out "Quiet" to the students below and walked over to him, speaking softly, "Hello, are you here to see someone?"
"I'm looking for Jiang Xiaoya!" Jiang Maoqiang showed great respect towards the teacher.
"Then you must be Jiang Xiaoya's father!" The teacher saw Jiang Maoqiang nodding and continued, "Please wait a moment; I'll go call her."
With that, she quietly entered the classroom. The students were either pretending to study or genuinely immersed in reading aloud their texts. She walked over to Jiang Xiaoya's desk, tapped on it, and pointed to Jiang Maoqiang outside.
Jiang Xiaoya excitedly ran out, "Dad, why are you here?"
"Your mom asked me to bring you some things; you didn’t bring your spring clothes," Jiang Maoqiang counted the items for her. "Do you have enough living expenses? I heard it costs more at the beginning of the semester; don’t just hold on!"
"...Can you give me another hundred?" Jiang Xiaoya took the items her father handed her and nonchalantly asked for an extra hundred yuan. After all, five yuan could buy quite a decent meal nowadays, and prices in the school cafeteria were generally cheaper.
Jiang Maoqiang had become slightly more generous after receiving money from his eldest son. After hesitating for a moment, he handed over the money. "Don’t spend it recklessly; this is all money your brother worked hard to earn. And make sure to study well so you can get into a good school!"
Jiang Xiaoya felt a rush of excitement and blushed as she nodded repeatedly. Since entering high school, her horizons had broadened significantly. Due to improvements in their family’s living standards over the past six months, she had opportunities to experience many new things. Her parents were not as strict about money anymore, and before she knew it, she had spent quite a bit.
Hearing that her older brother had gone abroad made her wonder if she could also visit him during summer vacation. Once a person is free from financial worries, many thoughts begin to emerge.
The poor worry about making money while the rich feel anxious about how to spend their money to achieve their desired goals; perhaps this is the fundamental difference between the two groups.
“Xiao Ya, Xiao Ya, what did your dad bring you?” After sitting back down, the classmate lowered his head and hid behind a pile of books, asking curiously.
“Just some clothes, and some things my mom made for me…” Jiang Xiaoya flipped through the items, “There are twists and peanut butter.”
“Ahem, we’ll look at that after class; it’s time for lessons now!” The teacher coughed pointedly at the two, warning them before continuing with the lecture.
Jiang Maoqiang found a phone as soon as he left school and called the number he had left for his son.
“Hello, this is Zhengyi Technology. Are you looking for Jiang Yizhou?” The receptionist was Li Yue, who had taken charge of Zheng Yi. “Hello, Mr. Jiang, Jiang Yizhou is not in the country. If you have something to discuss, you can tell me, and I will pass it on to Jiang Yizhou!”
Li Yue quickly noted down a few sentences but heard no further response from the other end before hanging up. She then opened her computer and sent an email with the information to Jiang Yizhou, who was abroad.
She had discussed issues regarding the internet café with Jiang Yizhou, who simply assigned her to manage the domestic Zheng Yi and the software company they co-founded with Wu Ming. As for the Training Class, she promoted someone to take charge.
For this reason, she renegotiated with IDG and revised the contract. The domestic Zheng Yi portion merged with the internet café project, reducing IDG's shares. Since it was lukewarm and didn’t show much value, they followed Jiang Yizhou's suggestion and transferred some equity back to him as a reward.
Currently, Jiang Yizhou holds about 85% of Zheng Yi's shares. Ailumese's shares remain unchanged, but Jiang Yizhou has ceded some rights to IDG.
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