Everyone did not avoid Wen Guangyao when they spoke, Wen Guangyao slowly picked up the noodles, chewed them carefully, quietly listened to everyone's discussions, and did not speak.

"No. 1 Middle School wrote an "Open Letter to Teachers in the City", summarizing the top ten problems, the salary is lower than that of surrounding counties and cities, the deduction of 13 months' salary, the promotion of professional titles is too difficult, and the salary arrears of primary and secondary school teachers are ......"

"Where can I see it?"

"Strike the QQ group, go and see. ”

"There is news from Fu'an, and the Education Bureau has basically agreed to their requests. A teacher said hopefully, so soon? Wen Guangyao couldn't help but glance at him.

Everyone was very excited, as if they saw the prospect, "Mr. Liu's old father is sick, he doesn't dare to go to the People's Hospital to see, the child is crying for grapes to eat, and he only dares to buy the bottom of the basket that others have picked up, how can we teachers have any dignity?"

"The Teachers Law stipulates that 'the average salary level of teachers should not be lower than or higher than the average salary level of state civil servants, and gradually increase.

"A small worker costs 30 yuan a day, and the salesman in the city is 6 or 700 a month, and we are still college graduates, so the input and output are not proportional......

Wen Guangyao empathized with the teacher's salary was too low, but Fu'an had the news so quickly, he really didn't believe it, listening to everyone's discussion, he slowly found that No. 1 Middle School seemed to be the source of this strike, and high school teachers were the main force of this strike, and the top ten problems raised, the main contradiction was that the salary was too low.

The hormones in the young teachers were enthusiastically stimulated, and everyone tossed and fell asleep until late.

When he got up the next morning, Wen Guangyao still woke up very early, and his father Wen Deshun often said, "If you get up two hours early in the morning, you can last half a morning, and you can do half a morning more than others every day, what can't you do?"

After becoming a class teacher, he has to accompany the students to the playground early to run exercises, and the principal, vice principal, and head of the department all go, and the head teacher has no reason not to go.

But in the morning, there was still no one in the dormitory to get up, Liang Guotao got up, but immediately confessed, "I'm going to exercise the swaddling clothes myself!"

Wen Guangyao saw that everyone was staring at him, and he smiled, "I'm not exercising, I'm wrong, I'm also exercising, I'll go with Liangzi." ”

His slip of the tongue didn't make everyone laugh, and Han Feng from the first year of high school mathematics group sighed, "It's not bad to be a teacher if your salary can go up." ”

Liu Xiaodong from the chemistry group took over the conversation, "Be a teacher, stupid students are angry with you, barbaric parents beat you to death, you are poor if you don't raise your salary, you are killed by competitive recruitment, you are killed by professional title evaluation, you are crushed to death by exam rankings, and you are busy with holiday training......"

Wen Guangyao was dressed neatly and said with a smile, "When did Xiaodong become so talented?"

Liang Guotao said with a smile, "I don't know which teacher made it up in No. 1 Middle School, image!" He is still full of vitality.

When the two came to the playground, they were greeted by the students who stood in a queue on the playground but were talking, with all kinds of expressions on their faces, angry, sympathetic, excited, relaxed, and indifferent......

Wen Guangyao turned his head to Liang Guotao and said, "You go on strike, what should the students do?"

Liang Guotao said dissatisfied, "What are you? Your establishment is still a teacher," he also saw the students on the playground who were at a loss, "The teacher in the third year of high school still attends classes, and the first and second years of high school study on their own." ”

He ran around the playground as he spoke, Wen Guangyao paid attention to the playground while running, and at some point, the principal Xu Shilin, the vice principal Dai Desheng, Qiu Guangzhi and others all came to the playground, and the directors of all levels also gathered around the school leaders, but there was no class teacher present.

Wen Guangyao saw them gathered together, Xu Shilin's face was gloomy, and he was telling everyone something. Students from all classes walked to the classroom under the leadership of the heads of each grade.

Wen Guangyao felt that it was inappropriate for him to run like this, he stopped after running a few laps, Liang Guotao had long since disappeared, Wen Guangyao understood him, and was afraid of being called by the leader to talk. After running back to the dormitory to wash up, he thought about it or went to the school cafeteria.

Vice Principal Dai Desheng and Director of the Senior Secondary Department Zhao Jifu were also in the cafeteria, doing their work as teachers, Zhao Jifu saw that everyone was not moving, and his voice gradually became higher, Liang Guotao saw Wen Guangyao coming in, stood up and walked towards him, Lao Li was no longer in the communication room, and neither of them went to the communication room.

When he came to the dormitory, Liang Guotao's mobile phone rang again, he took it out and looked at it, and said with a smile, "The text message sent by the school asked everyone to resume classes." ”

Wen Guangyao took it and looked at it, and instructed, "This kind of thing, don't rush to the front, the soldiers who are killed are the ones who rush to the front." ”

Liang Guotao smiled disappreciatively and drank the pimple soup.

Came to the office early, and after cleaning up, he boiled a thermos bottle of water with "hot fast", took out tea leaves to brew, and then he took out his phone book and looked at it.

This is a stack of paper in a plastic folder, and the first page is the name and phone number of the town leader, Wen Guangyao started with Yang Yongji, Cheng Zhenguo, and Tan Yunxian, and slowly flipped down.

After reading the town leaders, it is the telephone number of ordinary organ cadres, the party and government office, the organization office, the propaganda office, and the petition office...... , which contains the names and telephone numbers of middle-level cadres, as well as information on ordinary cadres.

Further down is the village divided by districts, the secretary and village head of Baocun Village, Wen Guangyao stayed on Wei Zhenxi's name for a while, and then turned to the page of the town unit, the first place on the top is the police station, and then the highway station, power supply station, traffic station, land office, ...... , he also found the name of Xu Shilin in the second middle school.

There were several pages on the list of businesses in the town, and he was looking at it intently, when Wen Rong walked in. "Early?" she said with a smile in a good mood.

"Do you want tea?" Wen Guangyao took out his tea.

"I don't drink it," Wen Rong said with a smile, "It's too bitter, I have rose tea here." She put down her bag, took the key, and prepared to clean up Li Xiaofeng's office.

Du Pengcheng walked in from the outside, and he looked at the hygiene in the house with "satisfaction", "Xiaowen, have you cleaned up?"

Wen Guangyao was very unaccustomed to his tone, and replied lightly, "I came early, so I wiped the table and mopped the floor." ”

Du Pengcheng sat down in front of the office, as if he was the leader of this office, and after making a few phone calls, he began to talk about last night's wine party, and his excitement was overflowing.

Socializing is social, and there is no need to show off, and it is not a beneficial pleasure to ask who drinks more and who drinks less.

As he was talking, the inside line on the table rang, "Director Li, oh, who's it? Okay, okay, okay, I'll inform him." Putting down the phone, Du Pengcheng looked at Wen Guangyao strangely, "Director Li of the office has notified you to go to Secretary Yang's office for a meeting." His smile was a little complicated.

"Secretary Yang, what's the meeting?" Wen Guangyao stood up while holding the notebook, he was also curious, but he was not flattered, he had just graduated, and he still had the mentality of a college student with dung and ten thousand households, and his psychology did not fluctuate much.

"I don't know, you can go. Du Pengcheng was a little cold, and he was a little careful in his words.

Wen Guangyao thought about it, and walked to the office of Commissioner Li next door to report to him, Li Xiaofeng didn't know the reason, he smiled, "If you want to go, you can go, don't talk too much, listen more and remember more, Secretary Yang's office is on the east side of the second floor, and the one with the security door is." He instructed again.

Wen Guangyao hurriedly agreed and walked downstairs quickly. He came to the security door, made sure and knocked on the door. The dark red iron door opened with a "click". Wen Guangyao walked in and closed the door with his hand.

There were already a few people in the room, and he felt as if he was late for the meeting, and he was a little nervous.

Yang Yongji sat behind the boss's chair, his eyes were burning, his face was angry, and when he saw Wen Guangyao coming in, he didn't speak, but just glanced at him.

Seeing this, Wang Guoyao hurriedly said in a low voice, "Sit down." He sat on the sofa against the wall, Cui Baosen moved his butt inside, and Wen Guangyao quickly sat down next to him.

He had time to take a closer look at the office. This is a large office with two rooms, the westernmost side is a row of bookcases from south to north, in front of the bookcase is the boss desk and the boss chair, there is a cabinet on the north side of the boss desk, several tall bonsai trees dot the surroundings, and then in front of it is a circle of sofas, and there is a banner hanging on the east side wall. Between the sofa and the security door, there is also a door that leads to another room, presumably a resting place.

Wang Guoyao sat on a single sofa, and on the other single sand sat a middle-aged man with a black face and high cheekbones, with bright and black hair, and sitting on the couch with Cui Baosen was a short and fat man with glasses.

Wen Guangyao has only been here for two days, and although he has been trying to get acquainted with them, he still doesn't know the two of them.

"The position of education assistant, do you think it's for you to provide for the elderly? The whole town's schools are on strike, don't you know yet? Do you still want to do it, don't you want to do it, someone wants to do it!" Yang Yongji's nasal voice was a little heavy, his face was angry, his eyes were very sharp, and the people present, including Wang Guoyao, lowered their heads, some recorded in their notebooks, and some were pondering, but no one touched his gaze.

The education assistant is called Wang Jinghui, not that the name is easy to remember, but from the education system, he is interested in the education in the town, Wen Guangyao looked at the red-faced man sitting next to Cui Baosen, and finally got the number.

"If you are not familiar with the situation in the second middle school, you can talk about the situation in primary and secondary schools. Yang Yongji said to the middle-aged man sitting on the single sofa.

Wen Guangyao opened the notebook, he glanced at Cui Baosen, and saw that he wrote the three words Wang Hongcai on the notebook. This person is talking about the situation of primary and secondary schools, and Wen Guangyao roughly matched this person again, he is Wang Hongcai, director of the Education Commission in charge of primary and secondary education in Yaoyaling Town.

In the education management system of Longcheng City, high schools are under the direct jurisdiction of the Education Bureau, and teachers' salaries are borne by the municipal treasury, while the primary and secondary schools in the town have set up education committees, which are managed by the Education Commission as a dispatched agency of the Education Bureau, and the salaries of teachers in primary and secondary schools are borne by the township finance. Originally, the education assistant in the township government was responsible for managing the affairs of primary and secondary schools, but after the director of the education committee was appointed, although he also accepted the leadership of the township, the function of the education assistant was gradually weakened.