Why it never ends

Chapter 1074 Vocabulary

In the afternoon, Boheng received a long email from Hesta.

The letter not only contained Hesta's greetings, but also a long letter from an old man. From Hesta's previous introduction, it can be seen that this was the children's education expert Pacat.

He immediately opened his mailbox and began to search for the old lady's background. After briefly reading her resume, he realized that she was a typical educated old lady from the third district. Bo Heng didn't like dealing with this kind of people. On the one hand, they always exuded an elitist arrogance that was difficult to conceal, and on the other hand, their incomprehensible moral values ​​and values ​​often made it difficult for people to coexist peacefully with them... But to be fair, judging from her works and projects, she was indeed very experienced.

As he continued to read, Boheng involuntarily straightened his back and leaned forward slightly. In her letter, Pacat mentioned several examples of orphanages in the Silver Age, and her details were to the point. Then, she pointed out from multiple angles why such a parenting method was not feasible. At the end of the letter, Pacat briefly cited several examples of her own school in slums and gave some brief parenting principles.

"Right now, I am employed by Ms. Jane Hesta to run a school for her on the farm. But out of my personal wish, I very much hope to visit you in person and provide some consulting suggestions for your children's center in the dense forest - all of this will be done in the company of Ms. Hesta. If you need, then next time I will go to your place with Ms. Hesta..."

Boheng immediately printed out the email and ran to Aji's residence. The two discussed until late at night and decided not to submit the matter to the party for discussion - they needed an advisor like Pacat so much that there would be no risk of being rejected if they did not submit it for internal discussion.

"Revise this email and replace some of the overly formal words," Aji said. "We'll use it as study material tomorrow morning and go over it with Manna and the others first. Some parts are already very clear in the letter, so we don't need to wait for her to come over to revise them. We can start now."

"Okay." Bo Heng nodded, "I think so too."

Aji smiled and said, "No wonder when they came here last time, I saw Hesta was so interested in our school. It turns out that she is doing the same thing over there."

"Her scale is not large," Bo Heng said, "it should be just a spur of the moment thing."

"It's okay. It's good that you can find such a common topic," Aji said. "I can feel that she is indeed different from those people in Deep Anchor."

Boheng laughed and looked at Aji with a look that said "I told you so".

"Go ahead." Aji said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Bo Heng spent the entire afternoon sitting in his room editing Packard's email.

Modifying the email itself was not difficult, but it was very tedious. He needed to replace all those literary sentences with words that even a mountain dweller like Manna who had never been to the city could understand.

After the preliminary completion, Bo Heng still felt that something was not right. He read it over and over again, but still could not find the crux of the problem. So he left the room and took a walk to clear his mind briefly. When he returned to the table, he finally recognized at a glance the part that had always made him feel a little stiff.

In Pacat's emails, when talking about adults who take care of children, she used the words "caregivers" and "caregivers", but these words are really hard to pronounce... Who would use such terms in daily life?

Bo Heng smiled and tapped on the keyboard, searching and replacing with one click, changing all the "caregiver" and "caregiver" to "mother".

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In the evening, Kovicik's car stopped at the entrance of the farm again.

Last time, in order to attract Hesta's attention, he drove a horse-drawn carriage, but the result showed that he not only failed to achieve his goal, but also caused the other party's displeasure. Although he was not very clear about the reason, he honestly changed to a car this time. When he was near the entrance, he suddenly found a sign on the big iron gate of the farm, which read: Two Women and Their Farm. Kovicik stopped the car for a while so that he could look at the sign up close.

Of the two women, one must be Hesta, but who is the other one?

When the car arrived at Hesta's residence, he suddenly heard a commotion.

"Sir, there are a lot of people gathered in front," the servant whispered, "Do you want to go over?"

Kovicik lowered the window and looked ahead. Many men in ragged jackets were standing in the open space in front of Hesta's residence. They all looked unhappy, but they were all silent, as if they were waiting for something.

"No hurry," Kovicik said, "Let's take a look first."

After a while, several more men came out of the house, and one of them announced loudly in the native dialect that Salima inside had agreed to change the name of the farm and everyone could leave.

The crowd gave a lazy cheer, and then dispersed.

"Close all the windows," Kovicik said immediately.

About a dozen people slowly left the main road. They obediently avoided Kovichik's car and didn't even look inside the car when they passed by. When everything was restored, the car moved forward again and stopped at the door of the main house. The butler took out the wheelchair from the back seat and moved Kovichik smoothly over.

When he entered the door, Kovicik coughed - Hesta was such a shabby place. There wasn't even a decent doorman or waiter for such a long distance from the farm entrance to the living room of the main house. He couldn't even announce his arrival in advance, so he could only walk straight into this hall without anyone to welcome him like an uninvited guest.

"Is anyone there?" the butler asked, "We're looking for Ms. Hesta."

"coming."

Hesta's voice came from the second floor, and Kovicik instinctively adjusted his collar and pulled the folds of his clothes at his waist.

"You're here so early," Hesta and Lai Lin appeared at the second floor stairs one after another, "It's not time for dinner yet, right?"

The butler frowned: "It's five o'clock, ma'am."

Hesta was a little surprised: "...It's so late?"

"Sorry," Lai Lin's voice slowly descended from the stairs, "We have encountered some problems here, so we should send someone out to greet tonight's guests—"

"Were the squatters on the farm causing trouble just now?" Kovicik interrupted Lei Lin. "These people are born lazy. It's useless to reason with them. You can't be soft-hearted when dealing with them, because they only understand the whip."