Lin Nianhe rubbed his slightly aching head and spoke softly:
"Actually, when I first did the market research, I doubted the authenticity of the data. I didn’t think there would be so many people willing to pay to retake their exams, but reality slapped right in the face... So, Dad, could you try to persuade the high school to start a repeater class? I really can’t handle this myself."
No one can monopolize a market, it’s only right if everyone works together.
Mr. Lin took a sip of water, and said, in a deep voice: "Actually, the reason I asked you to co back was to remind you not to expand too much before achieving results, but the issue you’ve raised is indeed serious."
"The issue of the Educated Youth returning to the city, and the issue of their work and studies, as well as the highly selective nature of the college entrance exam, are not things I can decide alone, I have to discuss it with your Second Uncle Wang... For now, you do your part, and we’ll consider the rest."
Mr. Lin continued, handing Lin Nianhe a paper with several addresses: "These locations are either for sale or for rent, you handle the negotiations."
"Alright."
Lin Nianhe took the paper, glanced at the addresses, and murmured softly, "Looks like one sack won’t be enough this ti."
"Hm? What do you need a sack for?"
"Just... for carrying money."
"..."
Comrade Old Lin knew his daughter had money, but he hadn’t anticipated needing a sack to carry it.
Aunt Lin brought out several bowls of wontons and said: "Co on, have sothing to eat first, then continue talking."
Mr. Lin looked at the table which only had four bowls of wontons and didn’t move.
Aunt Lin urged him, "Binghui, stop worrying about it now, co eat."
Mr. Lin replied, "I’m not hungry, you go ahead."
"I’m not hungry either, how hard could it have been to wrap a few more wontons?" Aunt Lin approached and pulled him over, "Xiao Wei told you only had a few bites at dinner, co on, have so food with your daughter."
"I’m really not hungry," Mr. Lin stubbornly refused.
"Right, right, you’re not hungry, but I’ve cooked them already, if you don’t eat now, you won’t be able to tomorrow."
"Alright then."
Comrade Old Lin reluctantly sat down, holding chopsticks in one hand and grasping Aunt Lin’s hand with the other: "Zirui, you’ve worked hard."
"It’s no trouble, eat up."
"I can’t finish it all, can you help eat a couple?"
"Stop it, just eat, I ate a lot at dinner."
"Just one?"
"No."
The other three invisible people: "..."
Su Yuncheng whispered to Lin Nianhe, "Can you help eat two as well?"
Before Lin Nianhe could answer, Lin Huaizhou sarcastically chid in, "Can’t even finish a bowl of wontons, Su Yuncheng, you’re not much better now, are you?"
Su Yuncheng looked up at him, then turned to Mr. Lin.
Mr. Lin, feeling as if he too had been stabbed, kicked Lin Huaizhou: "Can’t you keep your mouth shut even when you eat?"
Lin Huaizhou: "..."
That kick... he took without complaint, but he made a ntal note to bla Su Yuncheng.
After finishing the wontons, seeing that Lin Nianhe was very tired, Mr. Lin urged her to go sleep, and they could talk more the next day.
Lin Nianhe, indeed exhausted both ntally and physically, yawned and went upstairs to sleep.
However, Lin Huaizhou and Su Yuncheng were asked to stay.
Mr. Lin asked, "Is the matter with No. 88 Court settled?"
"It’s finished," Lin Huaizhou replied, "That family has committed quite a few misdeeds. I’ve handed solid investigative evidence to the Public Security, they said the main offender will get at least three years."
"Those rats have been hiding long enough, it’s ti for them to pay the price."
Mr. Lin then asked Su Yuncheng, "Have Nianhe’s properties been sorted out?"
"Yes, all converted into classrooms," Su Yuncheng answered, "I’ve contacted a few retired comrades to take care of the security work."
"Alright, don’t mistreat them."
"Don’t worry, I won’t."
Mr. Lin changed the subject and started talking about sothing else.
The three of them talked for a long ti, only finishing when the moon reached the west.
Yuncheng thought about how going ho now would disturb his parents’ sleep, so he decided to squeeze in and share a bed with Huaizhou for the night.
Just as he closed his eyes, Huaizhou suddenly called out to him, "Su Yuncheng."
"Hm?"
"Protect Xiao He."
"I know."
"Hm."
The next day.
Nianhe got up early to buy breakfast from the cafeteria and brought it back for the family. After breakfast, Huaizhou was going to work and took the opportunity to drop them back at school.
Today, people were still inquiring in front of courtyard number 88, but there was a notice posted informing everyone that the first round of enrollnt had ended, and the next enrollnt date would be March 25th.
anwhile, in the nearby courtyards, students had already started attending classes.
Those who registered early yesterday had already taken the placent test; today, the teachers had sorted them into classes based on their scores. Those who hadn’t taken the placent test yet would have a unified exam this morning, and would self-study in an empty classroom in the afternoon, awaiting class placent tomorrow.
Lingyun Tutoring School divided its classes for science and arts into three types: foundation class, interdiate class, and advanced class.
As the nas suggest, these classes correspond to students with a weak foundation, students with a decent foundation that is not solid, and students with a strong foundation aiming for top universities.
This classification rule was set by Nianhe, not because she wanted to discriminate, but because the students’ levels varied greatly – so could handle functions while others had even forgotten positive and negative numbers.
If all were put in the sa class, it would do no good to anyone.
Nianhe held a eting with the teachers before her classes started.
"I’m not going to mince words, the salaries at Lingyun Tutoring School are the highest in all of Beijing, and I can assure you that in the future, your salaries will remain top among peers."
"I offer high salaries with one request—teach every student with all your might."
"For the foundation class teachers, for every fifty points a student’s college entrance exam score increases over their introductory assessnt, an additional ten yuan will be rewarded; for the interdiate class, it’s ten yuan for every thirty-five points increase; and for the advanced class, ten yuan for every twenty points increase."
"There’s no cap on the additional rewards."
"That’s it, let’s get to work."
The teachers were stunned for a bit, not knowing who first started the applause.
The applause soon ended, and the teachers, clutching their books, rushed into the classrooms, appearing even more eager than the students who had paid their tuition.
"Nianhe, I really feel like your tutoring school is going to bankrupt you." Shui looked at Nianhe with a complicated expression.
"I’ve told you before, I’m all in, even if it ans losing everything," Nianhe tossed her hair.
Shui frowned, "What are you aiming for then? It can’t possibly be that you are burning money for fun."
Nianhe paused while picking up a book, and said mysteriously, "In fact, I have absolutely no interest in money."
Shui, "Actually, right now, I really feel like slapping you to death."
Nianhe laughed heartily and patted Shui’s shoulder, saying, "Sister Shui, calculate carefully; in fact, it’s really not going to lose out."
Shui pursed her lips and shook her head, "I’ve calculated all night, considering the tuition fees, salary benefits, and how it all adds up – it’s still a loss. The only profitable aspect could be the multitude of houses you bought through this venture."
Shui took out a small abacus from her bag and started clicking away, "1200 students, 3600 yuan tuition per month, a total of 48 teachers, monthly salary expenditure of 2160, two hundred yuan for Principal Wu, 350 yuan for public security staff, plus the extra tuition fees for part-ti teachers, then add in electricity, chalk, miograph wear and tear... you really didn’t make anything this month."
Shui looked up, "And if we take into account tuition deductions for students and bonuses for teachers, you will really lose out."
Nianhe just smiled, saying enigmatically, "Enrolling a thousand students is a loss, enrolling ten thousand is a profit, and if even one of them shines even half as bright as you, I’ve made a fortune."
Shui took a while to comprehend, making sure that Nianhe wasn’t mocking her.
Nianhe stretched, "The scenery is beautiful from afar, don’t just look at what’s directly in front of you."
With that, she grabbed her books and hurried off to catch the early 8 AM class.
Shui sat there drinking half a cup of tea, clicking her tongue lightly.
"This lady... she’s planning a big ga."
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