Chapter 11 Xueyuan Store

Unlike the gloomy and dull atmosphere in Qingzhou officialdom, this day was sunny since the morning, and it was a rare good weather since late autumn. Wen Liang rushed to school early in the morning, took out his homework book and wrote a leave note, and went straight to the office building. He pushed open the door of the English group and saw that Huang Mei was sitting alone in the huge office, crossing her legs, and beating his hands on the table: "The heart of the flower is hidden in the stamens, and the flowering period is missed. Your heart forgets the season, and never makes people understand it easily..."

Wen Liang applauded and said, "Sing well, Teacher Huang, you are Qucai when you come to No. 1 Middle School. Why don't I talk to Sunshine Kindergarten and let you go there. With this voice, it's invincible to coax children to sleep in summer. Sing a word and fall asleep. After singing, even the mosquitoes fell asleep, which was a hundred times better than insecticides!"

Huang Mei raised her eyebrows, grabbed the chalk on the table and threw it over, and said angrily: "Wen Liang, you wait, I can't cure you, Teacher Ye can cure you!"

Wen Liang caught the chalk head, threw it up and down in his hand, shook his head and sighed: "It's so unpleasant to say that the emperor is always pitiful..."

Huang Mei wanted to laugh when she saw him being serious and funny. When she thought about it, she suddenly felt something was wrong, her face turned red, and she scolded: "What are you saying? Who doesn't wear it......"

Wen Liang sweated secretly, scratched his head and said with a sneer: "Well, you wronged me! But you have a specialized in your profession, and it is understandable that the English teacher doesn't understand Chinese very well."

"You still said!"

Huang Mei was trying to fight, Wen Liang smiled bitterly and raised her hand to surrender. Ye Yuting happened to come in and saw this scene and said, "Which drama is this? Did the female hero meet a gangster?"

Huang Mei's eyes lit up and she said, "Yes, it's just a little hooligan. Sister Yuting is still you, you can see through this kid's true face at first glance."

Ye Yuting laughed and said, "No, I really guessed it right? Wen Liang, why did you mess with Teacher Huang?"

Wen Liang was about to answer, and Huang Mei yelled, picked up the lesson plan and walked out: "The first class is too late, you can talk."

Then, under the gaze of the two, it aroused Ye Yuting's curiosity: "What's wrong with this?"

Wen Liang is a kind person and decided to help Huang Mei keep the secret. After all, there are many people with incomplete tone, but it is rare to see her. The rarer it is, the more precious it is. "It's okay, we're having fun. Teacher Ye, I have something to do today, and I have to ask you for a leave."

The surprised expression Ye Yuting showed when she heard this sentence, which made Wen Liang wonder whether what she said just now was not asking for leave, but alien invasion.

"You dare to ask for leave?"

Ye Yuting took out a stack of small white paper from the drawer and lined up in front of Wen Liang. What was hateful was that there was a number written in red pen in the upper left corner of each piece. The Arabic numerals that are usually tender and tender, so why did it look so shocking at this time?

"Two months after school started, I already have 9 fake notes here, not including the number of times you skipped classes."

Ye Yuting didn't say much, with a sneer on her beautiful face, staring at Wen Liang's face quietly. She didn't believe it. In such a situation, this kid still had the face to take out another fake note!

Wen Liang's heart is bleeding. Ye Yuting, you are too treacherous. No wonder you have confiscated the fake notes all the time. It turns out that you are waiting for your brother here.

"Okay...I was wrong!"

Ye Yuting's face relaxed a little. She didn't want Wen Liang to be heavy, so she took out a leave note and handed it over: "Teacher Ye, I have to ask for leave this time. If you don't approve, I can only skip class. Sister Zuo is in a bad mood recently and is preparing to leave Qingzhou and go to Lingyang. I have to persuade her..."

"Ah?" Ye Yutingteng stood up, her eyes unconcealed panic, and she grabbed Wen Liang's arm, "What's wrong with her?"

Wen Liang looked at her for a while and whispered: "Teacher, you have hurt me."

Ye Yuting realized her loss of composure, hurriedly let go of her hand and sat back, stayed for a while, signed her name on the fake note, waved her hand to let Wen Liang leave. Wen Liang turned around, turned her back to Ye Yuting, and a strange smile appeared on her face, and went out.

No. 19 Middle School is located on Xueyuan Road, East District, and is an undeveloped area. Although the overall building of the campus cannot be compared with No. 1 Middle School, as one of the two best schools in Qingzhou, it covers an area of ​​more than 100 acres, including office buildings, teaching buildings, experimental buildings, gymnasiums, stepped classrooms, student dormitories, two-story canteens and other infrastructure. More than 3,000 students are studying here. Every year, the top scorer in the college entrance examination in Qingzhou is either one or the other, and is only produced in two schools, No. 1 and No. 19 Middle School. With this point, the two schools are incompatible and become mortal enemies. Not to mention in various other subject competitions, sports events, literary performances, and talent development, as long as you encounter it, you will definitely fight to the death.

Over the years, No. 1 Middle School and No. 19 Middle School have chased each other and surpassed each other, just like Amd and Intel, and have been both confidants and enemies. Therefore, they have formed a unique scenic spot in the Qingzhou education system: the annual New Year's Day party is held in turn, called promoting communication, friendship and mutual assistance, but in fact it is a comprehensive display of the comprehensive quality of the students of the two schools. This is understandable. After all, after so many years of fighting, there is no difference in the victory or defeat in learning, so we have taken advantage of the banner of quality education to fight without gunpowder.

"Okay, the master gets off here."

Wen Liang handed over the money, but the driver leaned out and looked at the lively scene outside with drums and drums, and said in surprise: "Isn't this the soy milk shop on the other side of Bayi Road? Why did you move here?"

"Chain, look at the no.2 on the bottom right side of the brand, which means the second one."

"Chain? Oh, it's just a boss, right? Oh, it's great. My family lives here. My daughter has a place to eat when she goes to school in the morning!"

Wen Liang smiled and said, "Why, aren't there anyone selling breakfast nearby?"

"Yes, I always push the cart to park on the side of the road, and put a few tables and benches on the business. It's okay in summer. In the early morning of winter, people will freeze into popsicles. How can I eat? Especially in the windy days, the dust, waste paper and plastic bags are flying all over the sky. MD once drank oil tea and had a small red rubber band! It's okay for us, the key is that the child is young, so it's so clean to eat..." The driver took the money and found a lot of money and continued: "I think this store is clean and well made. Although it's a little expensive than outside, it's at least safe to eat."

In Qingzhou dialect, mind means thinking. The older generation of natives mainly pronounced more than the above voices, and many of the words are not understood by young people. Wen Liang laughed and said, "When you say it well, just for your words, Qinghe soy milk should also reassure the people!"

After getting off the car, Wen Liang stood by the side of the road, looked up at the plaque, and let out a long sigh. It is difficult to take the first step, and it is also difficult to take the second step. When you take the third step, you may be much easier, right?

Today is the day when Qinghe Soymilk Academy Store officially opens.

Li Shengli saw Wen Liang on the platform he had set up, and walked over with the crowd watching, with an uncontrollable excitement on his face: "The second home!"

"This is just the beginning!" The sound of firecrackers suddenly sounded, and the ground was filled with red flowers. Wen Liang smiled and strode in.

With funds this time, the scale of the opening ceremony has improved significantly compared to the shabby last time. The band divided into two rows and played cheerful songs. Two women sang local operas in Qingzhou on stage. The crowds of onlookers from time to time echoed. Four tall beauties were wearing red cheongsams to welcome guests outside the door, and their snow-white thighs were looming in the high-slit cheongsams, which was a bit more tempting than Ning Xiaoning and Xu Yao when the Bayi Store opened.

The charm can attract the attention of passers-by. The dozens of flower baskets placed at the door of the store are not as purely as Wen Liang's self-entertainment as last time. A few friends sent congratulations. There are agricultural machinery factories, neighbors, and bosses with good relationships around the Bayi Store. The most eye-catching thing is a 2.2m-high flower basket with the words: Congratulations to Qinghe Soymilk Hongji, Hongye is constantly renewed, and grand plans are great, and Yuye is good.

The signature is only one word An, Wen Liang frowned slightly. Qinghe is a legitimate business. He doesn't want Qinghe to get involved with An Baoqing, so he still has to keep a distance on the spot, so he didn't mention the opening. However, he asked An Baoqing to help find a decoration company not long ago, but he was still interested. He paid special attention to the opening time and sent a flower basket to congratulate him. Wen Liang had to accept this kind of heart. It seems that he had to take some time to thank An Laojiu...

Tan Xue stood beside Wen Liang, looking at the lively scene in front of her, she was both nervous and excited. This store was made from nothing, after all, it was improved little by little under her hands. It can be said that she almost lived here during this period, and she devoted more effort and enthusiasm than anyone else.

"I'll leave it to you. This store is ready. We will have the same store in the future and we will have the model and experience." Seeing Tan Xue get nervous again, Wen Liang patted her shoulder lightly and said, "Don't be stressed. With Uncle Li and I'm here, let's work together."

"Yes!" Tan Xue nodded and said, "Uncle Li asked Xiaoyin to come and help me. She is familiar with many processes. I will listen to her opinions and manage this store."

Wen Liang responded casually, and suddenly saw a Fukang parked outside the crowd, two or three people got out of the car, pointing at the Qinghe soy milk sign from afar and saying something. The person on the far left looked ashen. The face was ashen. A few dozen meters away, Wen Liang could feel the anger and hostility in his eyes.

Tan Xue followed his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, an old friend, he finally came. Do you know why I must come here today? On the one hand, it is to experience the festive atmosphere with you, and on the other hand, it is to ask Uncle Li to come out from inside, so we have to say hello to avoid neglecting the guests."

Wen Liang smiled coldly. He was never a good person, not to mention that even the saints said that he would repay kindness with virtue and repay grievances with righteousness.
Chapter completed!