The school has just been out for the holidays, and the gate of the county No. 1 Middle School, which has always been closed these days, is open today.

Many parents brought their children in and out, in and out of the hurry.

Obviously, these are all preparing for their own children to transfer to the third year of high school or junior high school.

It is a very normal situation for transfer students in this year.

As long as you study well and keep up, it is easy to skip grades and transfer classes.

In Tea City, though, that was the case before this year.

Anything, as long as the competition is fierce, becomes tough.

For example, hundreds of parents here originally happily wanted to bring their children to study in the class, but now the No. 1 Middle School can only arrange 30 students per grade.

The acceptance rate of hundreds of people will not exceed 10%, which is completely different from previous years.

"Brother Cuong, go that way! Our family's first dormitory building on the east side. ”

Everyone came to Chacheng No. 1 Middle School, slowed down their horses, and entered the huge school gate, Yang Xiaoyue raised her little hand and pointed in one direction and said.

She hadn't ridden in a long time and was excited now.

Wang Qiang is now carrying a large basket of fruits in one hand, obviously it is not good to sign up directly, he has to put down his things first.

After another five minutes or so, everyone came to a building on the edge of the large fence on the east side of the road.

It is one of two residence halls where faculty and staff live.

"My mom and dad should be at home at this time."

As soon as everyone got off the horse, Yang Xiaoyue was saying, "This time, the vice principal and logistics director are in charge of admissions, and my father just explained the matter." ”

"Oh."

Wang Qiang casually agreed, and raised his eyes to look at the relatively old teaching building.

The county No. 1 middle school is also under construction, but it is building two new teaching buildings and an office building, and expanding the school's playground.

Wang Qiang saw that the orchard in the southeast that would only be purchased by Chacheng No. 1 Middle School ten years later had already been bought by No. 1 Middle School.

In fact, it is not bought, but directly collected by the county and then allocated to No. 1 Middle School.

That orchard has more than 60 acres of land, which is not small.

Today's new buildings and playgrounds are all rationally planned in that area.

Tea City is one of the counties in the Yuecheng area, and there is no place that attaches the most importance to education.

In particular, Director Xiao is a native of the tea city, and he really wants to make the tea city a good one.

Education is the foundation of a place, the first priority, and more important than anything else.

In the past ten years, at least a few people have been admitted to the four famous schools in China every year.

Wang Qiang's company now has several managers who graduated from four prestigious universities.

He Lizhen, He Liping sisters, Mo Xiaoyong, Meng Jian.

However, their previous luck was very bad, and after graduation, for various reasons, they were forced to return to the tea city.

However, this is not necessarily a lucky thing.

Because they met Wang Qiang, who had identification skills, they promoted them at once.

What's more, Wang Qiang's company's future is immeasurable, and it may not be worse than the best unit in China.

In Wang Qiang's later memory, in the 21st century, there will be a local person who will serve as the director of the tea city, raising education to an unprecedented height.

During his reign, the number of students admitted to the four famous universities in China skyrocketed, and one county overwhelmed Yuecheng, a big city with millions of people!

"Brother Ah Qiang, our family lives at No. 401, let's go up quickly."

Yang Xiaoyue took the twin girls one in one hand, walked in front of her bouncing, and turned back to Wang Qiang, who was still looking at the county No. 1 middle school.

"Oh, here we go!"

Wang Qiang came back to his senses, agreed, patted the wind on the head, told it to take care of the other four mutant horses, carried the big fruit basket, followed behind everyone, and began to go upstairs.

After a while, everyone came to the door of 401, Yang Xiaoyue didn't knock on the door, took out the key to open the door.

"Xiaoyue, did you and your sister find Wang Qiang?"

Principal Yang Duofang, when she heard the sound of the door opening, looked up and found that her daughter was back, so she asked immediately.

Asking his daughter to inform Wang Qiang was something he had explained early in the morning.

After a year, he has not forgotten what Wang Qiang mentioned to him about letting several younger sisters come to study in No. 1 Middle School.

He knew the horror of those four girls.

All of them have an almost unforgettable talent, which is too helpful for reading.

There are four more students from famous universities in Tea City, how can he also have a light on his face.

What's more, he and Wang Qiang's father are colleagues and friends, and they have the responsibility to take care of their old friend's children, although Wang Qiang doesn't need anyone to take care of them now.

Immediately after, he saw the Wang Qiang brothers and sisters coming in behind his daughter, and immediately got up and smiled, "Ah Qiang, you are here!" ”

"Please be seated!"

"Uncle here, it's a little shabby, please don't mind."

Indeed, compared with Wang Qiang, his identity or something does not have any advantage now, but Wang Qiang is now valued by Director Peng of Yuecheng, and his status is already a cut above him, which is enough to talk to him on an equal footing.

"Uncle Yang, Auntie, we're here to disturb today. Here are some fruits and teas from home, and I will give you something to taste, which should be better than this time last year. ”

Wang Qiang hurriedly handed the big bamboo basket in the book to Yang Xiaoyue's mother on the side, and said directly.

"This ...... Ah Qiang, you can come, what kind of gifts do you bring! ”

Yang Xiaoyue's mother took over the big bamboo basket with dozens of catties, and said politely, "The tea you gave to Lao Yang last year, he just finished drinking it, and he is waiting for your big shopping mall to open in a few days, so he will buy it immediately." ”

"He's still nagging this morning, I didn't expect you to bring such a big box, enough for him to drink until this time next year."

Yang Duofang's favorite is this sip of tea, after drinking the Qingshen tea produced by Wang Qiang's family, I really can't drink other tea.

Unexpectedly, Wang Qiang brought another big box, and just refilled it.

"Ah Qiang, it's eleven o'clock now, now I'll take your brothers and sisters to get the registration done."

"Otherwise, we'll have to wait until the afternoon."

Yang Duofang said, "This year, the number of students who signed up for the third year of junior high school has increased more than tenfold, and the number of places is limited. ”

"This is good!"

Wang Qiang originally meant this, and immediately agreed.

It is imperative to help my sister register their names as soon as possible, and to implement the matter.

Lest there be long nights and dreams, and if something happens, it will be terrible.

Although he asked his sister to come to Chacheng No. 1 Middle School to study, he only needed to talk to Director Xiao.

But that kind of favor is not what Wang Qiang wants to owe.

That kind of favor, it will be difficult to return the invitation in the future, and it will lead to some things that you don't want to see.

For example, what if Director Xiao introduces himself to a partner again?

As long as you owe a favor, it's not good to refuse directly.

That's undoubtedly a big problem.

Don't say it won't!

He knew very well that not only Director Xiao in the county, but even Director Peng in the city tried every means to completely bind Wang Qiang to Tea City and Moon City.

There is no better way than to let Wang Qiang start a family as soon as possible.

At that time, Wang Qiang probably couldn't cry or laugh, and was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.