The winter of 2012 came as scheduled, and after the winter solstice, it began to rain every three or five days, and then it rained for several days in a row, making this year's winter in Binjiang City more wet and cold than in previous years.

In addition to the passing vehicles, the streets are sparsely populated, and occasionally a few pedestrians are so cold that they shrink their necks and quickly cross the street and disappear into the scattered buildings, they must be afraid of the cold weather to find a warm harbor.

Although the rain has stopped now, the north wind still spares no effort to chase all living things, like clusters of blades cutting through the bare necks and cheeks of sparse pedestrians who dare to walk on the streets, and in such weather, a tall young man is walking from Wuyi Avenue to Tianxin Street.

He wore a long tweed coat around his navy blue scarf, and his collar was raised to keep out the chasing north wind behind him. At this moment, he was holding several gift boxes and walked towards Binjiang No. 17 Middle School.

From time to time, there was a clattering sound on the pavement, the cracking of the ice of the whirlpool as his leather shoes stepped on. He didn't have time to care, so he just shook off and strode forward. Circles of heat erupted from his mouth, and he was left behind as he walked.

This young man, named Bai Keran, has just returned to his hometown of Binjiang City from Shenzhen. From his hurried schedule, he knew that he was leaving no stone unturned to deal with some matters. What the hell is going on, only he knows at the moment.

Binjiang No. 17 Middle School is located in Tianxin Street, Dongcheng District, the gatehouse is very conspicuous, like a flag, and its tall figure can be seen from a long distance. Although Bai Keran has not lived in Binjiang City for many years, he has the tall gatehouse of the school as a guide, and he has not taken many detours, and he walked into the gate of the school after a while.

He whispered a few words to the old guard, and the old man let him go, and he walked straight into the campus, then climbed up to the second floor of the faculty dormitory building, and knocked on a red wooden door.

A short, stocky, red-faced middle-aged man greeted him from within. Seeing the gift box in Bai Keran's hand, the middle-aged man politely invited Bai Keran into his living room.

This middle-aged man is none other than Liu Guiming, the principal of Binjiang No. 17 Middle School, because he holds some rights in his hands, and is the object of envy of many students' parents, but Liu Guiming is not a greedy person, because he knows that he is now in the prime of life, and any money and material things are short-term interests, so how can he compare with his own great future? Therefore, the principle he set for himself is that gifts of little value can be accepted, and gifts of large amounts are resolutely refused. Liu Guiming's set of ways of dealing with the world has actually won him good popularity and a good future, but it does not bring risks. Naturally, his life is nourishing and prosperous. At present, Liu Guiming's eyes are on the vacancy of the deputy director of the Dongcheng District Education Bureau, and it would be good if he added some political achievements to promote it. It is also Liu Guiming who should be lucky, when Liu Guiming thought like this, a noble person really appeared in front of Liu Guiming. This noble man is the young man who came to visit him at this time.

I don't know what Bai Keran, who arrived, said or reached a deal with Principal Liu, anyway, from the joy of Principal Liu when he sent him out, Principal Liu's heart was as beautiful as drinking a pot of honey, and he kept complimenting the young man.

When he came out of Principal Liu's house, a thin layer of twilight had risen in the sky, and Bai Keran did not stop, and now he still needed to continue to visit another important guest, Xie Xingsan, the director of Binjiang Wheelchair Factory. He had been contacted by phone before, and the factory director was waiting for him in a quiet corner of Wheat Field Coffee.

He combed his hair, which was a little messy by the wind, took a long breath, and said to himself in his heart: "Dad Qin, I will definitely complete the task you have assigned me well, you see, the principal has promised to help, with her ID card, contract, and house, it will not be a problem, and there will be no obstacles in the next step."

Now with his hands empty, he made a chest expansion gesture and strode out of the school again.

Maybe it's because the weather is too cold, today's café seems a little deserted, there are only a few customers in the hall, Xie Xingsan, the director of Binjiang Wheelchair Factory--- a middle-aged man with leopard eyes and beard is moving around on the sofa in the corner alone, glancing at the door of the hall from time to time, and then don't look away, play with his cigar. A thick cigar flipped and flipped between his fingers, and it seemed that the cigar attracted more to his fingers than to his throat to the middle-aged factory director.

Just as he was distracted, Bai Keran was already standing beside him and knocked on his shoulder.

"What a bad boy, you know you're coming to me? If I hadn't helped you carry the black pot at school that year, you kid wouldn't know where to live now", Director Xie seemed to be angry and counted down the young people.

"What do you still say? I was brave enough to act as a righteous man, and I beat the hooligans to run away, but it was you, a passer-by who stood next to me and fanned the flames, who received the credit from the police station, and you were embarrassed to see yourself boasting once?", Bai Keran responded to him arrogantly.

The bearded man laughed.

"But I know that I will be exposed, and I don't know how to come to my house to see me when I come to Binjiang, and let me wait here for you, the god of Fang, say, what is the matter with me? ”

"Are you busy? I heard that what is called Binjiang City Wheelchair Factory, what factory is about to be opened?"

"Yes, I'm doing well," the bearded man said angrily.

"Don't be reckless, you're a duck with a dead mouth and a hard mouth, and you don't tell the truth in front of me, see what you can do? If you do this again, I'll slap my ass and leave", Bai Keran made a posture to leave.

"I really can't hide anything from you, and now in this situation, I'm helpless", Director Xie dragged Bai Keran and sighed deeply.

"Helpless, huh, call me brother, maybe I can do that and that?", the young man gestured.

"Do you have a good way? can be dyed, can be dyed, don't sell it to me, if you have a fart, you want to kill me in a hurry? You have helped me through the current difficulties, and I will treat you as my ancestor in the future", Director Xie swore at this moment.

"Don't mind, you don't compromise my life", Bai Keran lowered his tone: "My ape brother Taishan, I'm really here to help you today"

"Say it quickly, say it quickly, as long as you can save my factory, let me call you master"

"I don't want you to call me, just find a place to make me a few pieces of ugly tofu, and then a bowl of snail rice noodles, how many years have I really wanted this bite", Bai Keran made such a request.

So Bai Keran said a plan that made Xie Xingsan unhappy, but he was suspicious.

"Keran, you buy me 1,000 wheelchairs and donate them? You won't lie to me, right? The friendship between the two of us hasn't reached this point yet, besides, what are you buying a wheelchair for, move home to play?", Xie Xingsan pinched his bearded cheeks, obviously not believing Keran's words.

"To tell you the truth, this is a public relations activity carried out by my company to enter the Binjiang building materials market. On the one hand, it is really charity, and on the other hand, it is also an opportunity to improve the popularity of our company in Binjiang City", but Dye had to tell the truth.

Before Bai Keran finished speaking, Xie Xingsan grabbed the conversation, "Good, good, master, a good strategy to kill two birds with one stone"

"Director Xie, after you listen to me, I have a small request, I want to designate a donation object, he lives in Room 102, Building 2, Tianxin Community, his name is Luo Yuejin. There is also a special donation to him, donating another amount of money to him, the reason, you yourself will say, oh, you want to borrow the name of your factory, just say that it was donated by your factory, how about it? ”

"Is this strange? Learn from Lei Feng, do good deeds without leaving a name, let me pick up a big bargain. ”

"There is a reason for this, you can do it, I will give you money tomorrow, how about it?"

"I don't have to say", Xie Xingsan hugged Bai Keran at once and pecked him heavily on the face.