Yuguo stayed busy until midnight before he got ho.
Uncle Zhang hadn’t gone to sleep yet and asked with concern, "Yuguo, why are you up so late today? Being young doesn’t an you can neglect your health."
"Oh, thank you," said Yuguo, as he paused and handed Uncle Zhang a cigarette, "I was supposed to be back earlier, but I ran into a group of about ten people trying to bully Xiao He near Yuncheng’s place. I just took them in, that’s why I’m late."
"Ah? Is Xiao He alright?"
"She’s fine, Yuncheng was protecting her, just got startled," Yuguo yawned, "You go rest, Uncle, I’m heading back to sleep."
"Yeah, sure."
The next day, all the elders in the courtyard knew sothing had happened to Lin Nianhe last night.
"They got the nerve to pick on n, what kind of skill is it to bully a girl?"
"Let’s not even ntion how many people from the Lin Family have died or shed blood over three generations, just consider the foreign exchange earnings Nianhe has brought to the Trade Fair."
"Binghui told , Nianhe is setting up that place to run a tutoring school, how can we let a few thugs and hoodlums hinder such an important education initiative?"
"The incident happened less than five hundred ters from the school. Nianhe had Yuncheng to protect her, but what about the other students? These kids are all precious."
"I just did a check, this family has not been short of bullying people in the village in recent years, the complaints received these days are half a foot thick! There’s a public outcry."
"Hmm? Let have a look too..."
Compared to the gains and losses of countless others, Lin Nianhe’s incident was trivial.
She beca a small spark that ignited a fuse, ultimately unable to control what it would detonate.
The first one to explode was Yue Yuguo.
Due to his involvent in this incident, Yuguo was given the task of thoroughly inspecting each street.
The first thing he did after getting the assignnt was to call Block 88 and scread at Su Yuncheng for half an hour.
Of course, Su Yuncheng would not deprive his good brother of the right to vent his emotions.
He simply placed the telephone receiver aside to keep the line open and went to buy Lin Nianhe soda.
Yuguo vented his anger satisfactorily, while Su Yuncheng didn’t hear a word.
Both were very happy.
Lin Nianhe was also very happy.
Because the brief biography Wen Lan wrote for Principal Wu, after simple revisions by three people, successfully passed the review of Beijing Daily and was going to be published in three days.
It must be said, after two years of accumulation, one year of exam preparation, and two weeks of specialized subjects, Sister Lan’s writing ability has completely transford, no longer the Wen Lan who could only write perfunctorily.
Lin Nianhe especially liked the last paragraph:
"Although Principal Wu is in the countryside, she still cares deeply about the future of the educated youth returning to Beijing, and has now been invited to serve as the honorary principal of Lingyun Tutoring School.
"The road is long and winding, but action brings the destination closer!"
In the newspaper office, Lin Nianhe shook hands with the editor-in-chief, beaming, then made her request, "Please, sir, print an extra hundred thousand copies of this issue. I’ll finance them personally."
The editor-in-chief was flabbergasted, "A hundred thousand copies? Are you sure? What do you need so many newspapers for?"
Lin Nianhe, with a dead-serious face, said, "Principal Wu is my ntor, I want everyone to know of her selfless deeds!"
"Ah, that is understandable, but isn’t a hundred thousand too many?"
Lin Nianhe promptly took out five thousand yuan, "Here is the money for the newspapers, please accept it. Once they are printed, give a call, and I’ll arrange for transportation."
"Alright, no problem, we’ll definitely print more for you! It’ll be too much trouble for you to co pick them up—just give an address, and I’ll have them delivered!"
"That would be great, thank you so much, you really are the best editor-in-chief I’ve ever t!"
Leaving the newspaper office, Wen Lan, patting her wallet, generously proposed, "Co on! Sister has earned so manuscript fees! I’m treating both of you to dinner! Eat whatever you like!"
Lin Nianhe responded, "Sister, your total manuscript fee is three yuan and twenty cents, are you sure you want to eat whatever I like?"
"Eat, eat, you two tiny tots can’t possibly eat into bankruptcy, can you?"
"Hey, you said it. Don’t regret it later."
"Whoever regrets is a spineless lon."
Lin Nianhe and Wang Shui are still very kind-hearted. How could they possibly finish off Wen Lan’s article fee in one al?
After Sister Lan finished paying, she still had two dis left.
Lin Nianhe said, "I won’t ask for another soda."
Wang Shui said, "I won’t have ice cream either."
The two said in unison, "Don’t ntion it."
Wen Lan: "..."
The pigs at Ten Miles Team couldn’t outeat them.
Lin Nianhe, munching on the remaining peanuts on her plate, said to Wang Shui, "In the next few days, we’ll recruit more part-tirs, offering one yuan per day to distribute newspapers. We need more hands to ensure all one hundred thousand copies are spread out within a day."
"Sure, I’ll handle it," replied Wang Shui finishing her remaining soda with a gulp and burped, "But the naming of the tutoring school is quite nice; it wasn’t you who thought of it, was it?"
"Huh? What makes you think I couldn’t have co up with it?"
"Do you believe your own words?"
Lin Nianhe put down her chopsticks and earnestly tapped on the table, saying, "As the poem goes: ’A young man aspires to grasp the clouds and promises to be unrivaled under the heavens.’ The school na is inspired by this line of poetry."
Lin Nianhe wasn’t lying. After thinking of this verse, she indeed thought the na could be... Unrivaled Tutoring School.
Mr. Lin thought this na was too ostentatious and suggested Grasping Clouds Tutoring School.
Aunt Lin found it a mouthful and settled it with a hamr strike, renaming it "Lingyun Tutoring School."
Actually, Lin Nianhe still thought Unrivaled Tutoring School sounded better.
But since Mr. Lin unconditionally sided with Aunt Lin, Lin Nianhe lost the vote between the three of them.
Hmph... usually, she was the apple of their eye, but when things got serious, she was pushed to the back.
After hearing Lin Nianhe’s story, Wang Shui exchanged a look with Wen Lan and said, "With your character, shouldn’t it be called ’Unrivaled Tutoring School’?"
Lin Nianhe’s eyes suddenly brightened: "You think that na sounds better too, don’t you!"
Wang Shui: "Get lost, don’t ridicule ."
Lin Nianhe: "..."
Hmph...
Aside from the founder, everyone else thought "Lingyun Tutoring School" was quite a good na.
Elder Ji even personally bestowed his calligraphy, writing not only the plaque but also gifting a pair of couplets.
"Grandpa, if Brother Mingyi isn’t too busy, could he teach English at the tutoring school for a while?"
Lin Nianhe explained her intentions while grinding ink for Elder Ji.
It wasn’t until Elder Ji finished writing a line of characters that he said, "It’s possible."
Ji Mingyi had gotten into trouble before, and although it was resolved, Elder Ji still wanted him to lie low for a while.
Teaching English at the tutoring school was perfect. Ji Mingyi had lived and studied abroad since childhood; his English was excellent, and teaching didn’t involve other concerns. It was suitable.
Elder Ji continued to write and inquired, "Have you hired the teachers?"
"Many have signed up. We’re organizing the first written test tomorrow, with questions set according to the subjects to be taught," Lin Nianhe elaborated, "and there’s an interview afterwards, with random questions for sample teaching. If you have the ti, would you co and give us your perspective?"
"? I better not; I know little about teaching. You should ask Old Ren," Elder Ji shook his head, continuing his calligraphy.
As he wrote, his strokes seed a tad hesitant, as if he were troubled by sothing.
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