I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Jiang Chen is definitely qualified as a senior student.

Luo Li'er can attest to this.

Even though that kid threw paper airplanes at him, he didn't betray the young couple. Instead, he put aside past grievances and extended an invitation, "Teacher Min, let's go have lunch together."

"No, no, I can't accept that."

As expected, Lao Min waved his hand in refusal.

As the director of the political education department, he should naturally set an example. How could he eat students' food?
What a system.

"If anyone should be treating, it should be me."

"Why are you being so polite, Teacher Min? A drop of kindness deserves a spring of gratitude in return. A teacher for a day is a teacher for life. Isn't gratitude the most important lesson in life?"

Tong Dan echoed Boss Jiang, "Let's go, Teacher Min."

It’s hard to refuse such hospitality.

Is it against regulations for students to treat their teachers to a meal after entering the workforce and returning to their alma mater?

It doesn't violate any rules.

If this isn't allowed, then what's the point of talking about teacher-student relationships?

Old Min couldn't refuse, nor did he want to refuse; for an educator, it was also an honor.

A teacher's true achievement is not measured by how many students they cultivate to prestigious universities, but by how many students truly care about them and hold them in high esteem.

There is no news about this that has ever happened.

A teacher riding an electric scooter ran into one of his former students on the street.

Guess what?

Without a touching scene of teachers and students gathering together, the student would slap them twice.

Ok.

Don't say it.

Thanks to the tireless efforts of a small minority within the group, the noble profession of teaching has gradually been turned into a high-risk industry.

However, such a story certainly won't happen in this script.

Old Min is dedicated to his job.

Jiang Chen, Fang Qing, and Tong Dan are all students with sound values ​​and reasonable understanding, so this is destined to be a warm and beautiful reunion.

"No extravagance allowed, just a simple meal."

Old Min gave instructions.

Jiang Chen nodded, "Don't worry, Teacher Min."

"My students treated me to dinner, so I won't call today. Let's meet up another time."

When Lao Min greeted his colleagues and players, anyone with a modicum of discernment would know that this was no farewell, but rather a show-off.

To be honest, being the director of the political education department is a job that can offend quite a few people, and it's not easy to be liked.

The four of them left the basketball court and walked towards the school gate.

Fallen leaves drift down.

Apply warm tones to the image.

"Open the door."

The security guard was watching a video of a beautiful woman again. Hearing the sound and seeing the face of the director of the political education department, he was startled, hurriedly put away his phone, and stood up, hunching over in the security room with a forced smile, "Director Min..."

Old Min, without a smile, waved his hand and said, "Open the door."

The security guard quickly pressed the button to open the door. At the same time, he suddenly saw Jiang Chen and his group next to him, and his heart skipped a beat, his expression changing.

Depend on.

Could they really be students from the school before?

He also knows Director Min.

Tell me earlier!
With such a connection, why would you need to use back channels?
Thinking of the cigarette he had happily stuffed into the drawer earlier, the security guard felt as if he were on a roller coaster, filled with anxiety and apprehension.

Don't underestimate him just because he's a security guard.

The students' parents, who wasn't very polite to him?

Moreover, the work is easy, and most of the time you can sit in the security room and use your phone. There is heating in winter and air conditioning in summer. The salary is also pretty good, higher than most of your security guard colleagues. You also get gifts during holidays.

He got this comfortable job because he had a distant relative who was a teacher in Shazhong. He got it through this connection. Otherwise, he might not have been able to get the job if he competed based on his own abilities.

You need to understand how severe the employment situation is right now.

Director Min is known for his incorruptibility and integrity; he is the upright judge of Shacheng Middle School. If he finds out that I have accepted bribes and neglected my duties, I will definitely lose this good job.

The security guard became increasingly uneasy, and he lowered his head even further.

However, this security guard was simply judging others by his own petty standards. He knew how formidable Lao Min was, and as someone who had been through the rain himself, how could Boss Jiang possibly lift someone else's umbrella?

To be convenient for others is to be convenient for yourself.

He acted as if nothing had happened and accompanied Lao Min out of the school gate.

"If you had come any later, this place would no longer exist. The new campus has been moved to the area near the train station. Many people's memories will have to be erased."

Old Min is not only the director of the political education department, but also a former Chinese language teacher. He naturally knows that a school is not just a school, but also carries the youth of thousands of children.

As an educator, there are some things he can't say, but he always understands them in his heart.

Not every child can achieve academic success and stand out from the crowd, even those from Shazhong High School. Most of them will likely embark on an ordinary life, living a simple and plain existence. But regardless of poverty or wealth, their high school years will become an indelible memory, shining brightly in their recollections.

"This place may be demolished, but our memories will not disappear. Our high school has always been here, and it will always be here."

Tong Dan chimed in with a light laugh, "No matter where Shazhong moves to, it will always be our alma mater, the place we miss the most."

Old Min was surprised, "Tong Dan, I never knew you were so good at expressing emotions. Logically speaking, you should be a pretty good writer."

"Teacher Min~"

Tong Dan smiled coquettishly, "Many things require experience, you know. What did I know back then? What's that saying again? You can never have youth and the feeling of youth at the same time."

Old Min chuckled, then nodded in deep agreement, "Yes, you're right. You've really grown up."

"Of course. I'm taller than Teacher Min."

Old Min was speechless, then scolded with a smile, "That's because you're wearing high heels, at least seven or eight centimeters higher, right?"

"It's not seven or eight centimeters. It's only five or six centimeters."

"Where to eat?"

Next to the Maserati, Fang Qing stopped and asked Jiang Chen, "No wonder Lao Min likes her; she's so understanding and always manages to defuse awkward situations for her mentor."

Old Min's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the dazzling luxury car worth millions before him, and he tentatively asked, "Whose car is this...?"

"Fang Qing's."

Tong Dan replied naturally, "Teacher Min, didn't I already tell you? Fang Qing is a top lawyer now, and her income is very high."

Although he had expected it, Old Min's expression still changed slightly.

It's true that being a lawyer is a high-paying profession, but like being a doctor, it also requires accumulating experience and qualifications.

To be able to afford such a nice car, you can imagine how wealthy you must be.

Is his knowledge still too shallow?
"Fang Qing, your teacher underestimated you."

Looking at the luxury sports car, a rare sight in Shacheng, Lao Min clicked his tongue in amazement.

"This car is..."

Qinggege was naturally an honest person. She was about to explain that it was a gift from someone, but was interrupted.

"That one, then."

Jiang Chen spoke.

The group followed his gaze and looked across the street.

"There?"

Tong Dan was caught off guard and had no choice but to confirm.

Did something go wrong?
To thank one's mentor, even if a five-star hotel isn't mentioned, it should at least be a well-known and upscale restaurant.

What kind of shop is that across the street?

It wasn't even a proper restaurant; it was just a small workshop, only one level above a roadside fried rice stall. Usually, it was a husband-and-wife team, or even just one person, renting a small storefront, catering specifically to students—just like the fried rice shops they frequented back in their school days. A bowl of fried rice there cost five yuan; I wonder how much it costs now.

Also.

Where there is demand, there will be trade.

Students at Shacheng Middle School still have to eat dinner before evening self-study.

It can only be said that each generation has its own "five-yuan restaurant".

"Yes, so it won't be too far, which would be inconvenient for Teacher Min."

It was incredibly considerate of someone to express their thoughts so earnestly.

Tong Dan's expression was strange, and she seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

Old Min's expression was also quite interesting. Although he had suggested that a simple meal would be fine, damn it, this was way too casual!

"This kind of restaurant probably doesn't suit Teacher Min's taste..." Tong Dan said tactfully.

"What does Teacher Min think?"

Jiang Chen sought the other party's opinion.

Faced with his gaze, Old Min had no words to express his suffering.

This kid.

Damn it!
She speaks eloquently, but in reality, she's always ready to scheme against him.

But what can we do?
As a teacher, and having previously acted with high moral character, how could I possibly go back on my word and be so picky?

"Okay, let's eat here. It doesn't matter where we eat. Students don't have much time in the evening, so they usually eat nearby. I'll try these places today too. Let's go, Jiang Chen."

When he called Jiang Chen, he emphasized it. After speaking, Old Min, forcing a smile, took the lead and walked across the street.

If we were to turn back the clock to a few years ago, this person would definitely have had to write several more self-criticisms in the political education department.

"You're really something."

Tong Dan muttered to herself, then walked past Jiang Chen and followed Lao Min.

"He suffered so much injustice, yet he didn't say a word, playing the role of an unsung hero?"

Fang Qing watched the two people crossing the road before finally finding an opportunity to speak.

"Feeling wronged? It's clearly an honor."

Jiang Chen smiled dismissively, "Identities are self-given. Do you know what I told my classmates?"

“I said that the director of the political education department and I became sworn brothers, which is why he would invite me to his office for tea every now and then.”

Fang Qing calmed down.

This kind of people.

How could it not succeed?

She remained silent and walked across the street.

Jiang Chen followed with a self-satisfied air.

"Stir-fried pork intestines with fried pepper, shredded pork with dried tofu, dried bream..."

Staring at the dusty menu hanging on the wall, Tong Dan finally managed to pick out a few dishes.

Because its main customers are students, this restaurant doesn't have a wide variety of dishes; its main selling point is good quality at low prices.

"That's enough, that's enough. We won't eat much at noon, don't waste it."

As expected of someone who works in ideological and political work, he has a strong ability to adjust and a high level of awareness. After crossing the street, Lao Min regained his composure.

"Please have a seat, everyone. There are private rooms inside."

On the day off, there was no one there. When the owner, who does many jobs, saw that some customers had come, he was very enthusiastic and invited them to a private room.

It was less of a private room and more of a makeshift cubicle, cramped and sparsely furnished with greasy tables and chairs piled with boxes of odds and ends. Luckily, there were only four people, otherwise there probably wouldn't have been enough room for everyone.

Sloppy.

It was so sloppy.

Once inside, it becomes even clearer that this is hardly a place for entertaining guests.
Don't underestimate teachers. As the director of the political education department, Lao Min is actually a high-ranking official, especially in a key high school like Shacheng Middle School. With access to educational resources, he is someone countless parents would want to befriend.

Of course.

Old Min might not be that kind of person, after all, his salary and benefits are not bad, and he is definitely one of the elite in Shacheng. But without a doubt, if he has ever attended a dinner party, then today's dinner party must be the most shabby one he has ever attended.

"Teacher Min, have some water."

Tong Dan still respected her teacher and immediately poured tea for him.

Old Min lived up to his reputation as a teacher. Even though the environment was too simple, he did not show any disgust or aversion. Whatever he was thinking, he did not show it. He even took out a tissue and wiped the table, and said with a smile, "I guess we can't get pre-made food here, haha."

Those who are in charge are different.

This mindset sets them apart and commands respect.

"Although the environment of this kind of shop may be less than satisfactory, the taste is actually not bad. I have eaten there before."

Tong Dan helps Jiang Chen make amends.

One yard owned by a yard.

No matter how much they joked and argued in private, she always gave Mr. Jiang face in formal occasions, such as when there were outsiders present.

This is called the principles of dealing with people and understanding human relationships.

Familiar as it may be.

However, if one doesn't know the appropriate place and boundaries, any relationship will inevitably break down.

"Whether the food tastes good or not is secondary; the key is who you eat with. I'm very happy to be sitting with you all today, truly very happy."

As he spoke, Lao Min took out his phone and called out to Jiang Chen, "Jiang Chen, come on, take a picture of us."

Look.

This creates an opportunity for a counterattack.

While ordering Jiang Chen around, Old Min gestured for the two students to move closer to him, clearly excluding Jiang Chen and treating him as free labor.

Tong Dan and Fang Qing moved their chairs.

Jiang Chen didn't complain, but muttered something as he took the other person's phone.

"Is this the latest foldable screen phone? It's not cheap."

Old Min glared.

"I spent one or two months' salary to buy this, just to support domestic products. China should strive to become strong!"

Jiang Chen nodded, stopped nagging, and obediently picked up his phone.

"eggplant."

"Click."

Time overlaps with the sound of the shutter.

Jiang Chen took a responsible photo of the three teachers and students who had been separated for a long time and then returned the phone to them.

"Okay, the filming is pretty good."

Looking at the photos on his phone, Lao Min praised, "You must have taken a lot of photos of Fang Qing, right?"

They're being too clever for their own good again.

No one explained.

Because it seems there's no need to explain.

Explaining would only make things more awkward.

“Yeah, these days, if a guy can’t take pictures, he’ll never find a girlfriend. I’m Fang Qing’s personal photographer.”

Jiang Chen smiled and said that since he had already performed it once at his aunt's house, performing it a second time would not feel out of place, and he could quickly get into character.

Old Min looked up, unconsciously put his phone down, and sensed something was off about the other person's tone.

Then I thought of the eye-catching million-dollar sports car parked outside the school, and Fang Qing's excellent job.

There was a murmur in his mind.

Is this kid living off Fang Qing now? (End of Chapter)