I was reborn without dreams

Chapter 43 Uncle Zhang does not accept opinions
When he arrived at the school, Uncle Zhang wasn't in a hurry to go to the office to find his nephew. Instead, he grabbed a bucket and a mop and ran to the school gate to wipe the dust off the sign.

More parents are now waiting to pick up their children for lunch, huddled in groups of three or five under the sunshade. The weather has suddenly turned cold, and the sunshade provides shelter from the wind, making it much warmer inside.

The school gatekeepers provide a dedicated water supply, and many parents like to bring a thermos to make tea. There are also plastic stools, making it a pleasant place to chat in the shed.

Originally, the old Dongweigang Middle School occupied a very small area, less than 20 mu. After Zhang Da'an took it over, through various means, it was expanded to 80 mu. Among them, 40 mu were private plots at the junction of three villages, more than 10 mu were new fields after the reed marshes were silted up, and the last part was the school-run factory and the riverside mooring space lent to the old Dongweigang Middle School by the local brigade.

Now that the property rights have been clarified, the total area of ​​80 mu (approximately 4.3 hectares) belongs to Xindongweigang Middle School.

Less than forty acres of land were used for various purposes related to education; the rest was used for industrial and commercial development.

But this is not the limit for the Education Bureau. After Qiu Jianmin asked Uncle Zhang to help the bureau generate revenue, it has already been registered in the city. Currently, the only land that can be negotiated is 100 mu, which is one-third of the land area of ​​a production team in a neighboring village.

This involves demolition and land acquisition, which is quite troublesome, but no matter how troublesome it is, the Education Bureau will find a way to overcome it next year.

The logic is simple: once the number of students increases, the area around the school becomes a market, and a semi-closed, fixed market at that, ensuring a steady income.

Shazhou City's economic level is not impressive compared to large cities, but it is above average nationwide. Even the worst industrial county-level city can't be that bad.

The city also organized a special meeting, which was more like a group meeting, to discuss the future commercial development of Xindongwei Port Middle School.

If Zhang Da'an also shines in the college entrance examination retake business next year, then without a doubt, the scale of enrollment in the province could be ten or even a hundred times larger than it is now.

Of course, it's impossible to actually increase it tenfold or a hundredfold, but expanding it two or threefold and then building a branch school is an idea that not only exists, but everyone in the bureau thinks highly of it.

Even someone as calm as Uncle Zhang felt that this matter had potential.

Some of the city's top traders even planned to borrow people from the Shazhou Rural Credit Cooperative to prepare for Shazhou's first listed "education stock".

Why borrow money from the Shazhou City Rural Credit Cooperative?

Because the first rural commercial bank in the country is about to be established, namely Shazhou Rural Commercial Bank.

The "industrial powerhouses" of county-level economies have far more diverse ways of playing than agricultural counties; they have a whole host of cards to play, and there are strategies for every move they make.

In order to support "Zhang'an Education", the city has not yet started to make a big fuss about it. Of course, it is the media's business to make a big fuss, and the municipal government will not interfere.

Within Shazhou City, the proposed plan is to use the month when the college entrance examination results are released as a dividing line. If the results reach a certain level of influence, then the plan for a super private high school covering 180 acres will be strongly promoted; if the influence does not reach the standard, then the current total area of ​​80 acres will remain unchanged.

It's just a hundred acres of land, but even eighty acres would be a strong support. Other counties and cities wouldn't dare to do this.

Ultimately, it comes down to "knowing each other well." Zhang Da'an is a local, creates local jobs, pays taxes to the local area, and contributes to local education. These are all tangible benefits, and the relevant departments have shared them equally.

As for Zhang Da'an's age, that's not important.

Shazhou City doesn't have the habit of praising "child prodigies," even though these days there's a "child prodigy craze" everywhere, with stories of people going to university at thirteen or taking the college entrance exam at ten, one exciting event after another.

The parents of students attending the middle school entrance exam retake classes are not all drawn by Zhang Da'an's reputation as the "top scorer in the 1946-1995 Wudu City middle school entrance exam." Rather, they are drawn by the fact that the "top scorer tutoring class" boasts a 100% success rate in getting students into provincial key high schools.

From a utilitarian perspective, the parents were actually implementing the standard that "ambition is not limited by age."

"Principal Zhang, other places are cracking down on kids going to arcades and computer rooms, why is our school organizing a game competition?" "You can take your child away, we'll process the paperwork in a bit."

"..."

Uncle Zhang, who had a conversation that ended in a huff, now felt like the principal. In the past, would he have dared to bark at the parents like that?
He used to be a guardian of compulsory education; now he's a "guardian dog" for for-profit organizations.

This is the empire my nephew built!
"Oh, Principal Zhang, I was just saying, I don't mean to criticize the school's teaching methods."

"You can raise your opinions, but I won't accept them or make any changes."

"..."

I am filled with utmost respect!

The "cousins" on patrol all thought this uncle was pretty tough.

The deputy instructor had just finished his rounds and saw Zhang Zhengdong cleaning the signboard. He quickly ran over, saluted Zhang Zhengdong, and said, "Old squad leader, let me do it."

"No need, no need, you go ahead with your work, I'm just idling around anyway."

Zhang Zhengdong casually slapped a pack of cigarettes into the assistant instructor's hand and said, "Take a few boxed lunches back later."

"Thank you, old squad leader."

"It's not necessary to talk to me like that, don't be so polite."

The three instructors, one chief and two deputy, are all from the Armed Forces Department's Security Section. They were seconded to the Education Bureau to provide regular military training for their "cousins" until October of next year.

They were all veterans who had returned to their hometowns and been resettled in the armed forces department.

Zhang Zhengdong is also a veteran, only older, so they all call him "Old Squad Leader," not the principal or section chief.

Because the canteen at Xindongweigang Middle School is very large, there are leftovers every day that are made into boxed meals, which are usually given as a benefit to employees with families. Of course, there are also employees who like to eat late-night snacks, so they can take one as a late-night snack.

Temporary workers at the Binjiang Town Sanitation Department can also receive one, but not at the main gate, but at the north gate of the ring road around the school.

The amount of garbage generated by thousands of people every day is staggering. It is common for the Binjiang Town Sanitation Department to send agricultural tractors to make three to five trips every day in the early morning and evening.

With such meager boxed lunch benefits, the regular employees of the Binjiang Town Sanitation Department wanted to collect the lunches themselves and then redistribute them, but after Zhang Zhengdong slapped them twice in front of the sanitation department, they behaved themselves.

Uncle Zhang is not only the principal, he is still the same stupid idiot he used to be.

Uncle Zhang glanced at his old East German watch and thought that his nephew should have taught the "tough bastard" who came today a lesson. So, humming "Sister Aqing," he slowly walked towards Zhang Da'an's office floor with his hands behind his back.

As for the instructions from "Old Company Commander" Qiu Jianmin, well, just treat them as nonsense.

(End of this chapter)