What's wrong with me, a school principal, listening to students' suggestions?

The news of the major changes to the No. 13 Middle School cafeteria quickly spread throughout the education circle of Tomato City.

The cause is very simple...

Some students took photos of the food in the cafeteria and posted them on their WeChat Moments.

Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs, Steamed Fish Head with Chopped Chili, Boiled Beef in Chili Oil...

The appearance of these dishes in the cafeteria of a bottom-ranked high school in the city is as shocking as finding a diamond in a garbage dump.

"What kind of standard is this at No. 13 Middle School's cafeteria? Even our No. 1 Middle School's staff canteen doesn't have this level of quality!"

"Is it fake? Is it photoshopped?"

"It's not photoshopped. My cousin studies at No. 13 Middle School. He said he's been eating there for two days in a row, all for free."

"What? Free???"

The message spread like wildfire in various parent and teacher groups.

On the third day at noon, Liu Jianguo, the director of the Education Bureau, had his phone vibrate repeatedly.

He leaned back in his leather boss's chair in his office, crossed his legs, and looked at the pictures in his WeChat Moments, his old face becoming more and more tense.

"What on earth is Lin Yucai up to?"

He put down his phone, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff while squinting.

Liu Jianguo is 53 years old this year and has worked in the Education Bureau for nearly 20 years.

Why is he fixated on No. 13 Middle School?

The reason is simple... the land of No. 13 Middle School.

The No. 13 Middle School covers an area of ​​40 acres. Although the school buildings are dilapidated, the location is good.

Located next to the city's newly planned commercial center, land prices are expected to at least triple in the next two years.

Qian Wenhua, the principal of the No. 1 Middle School, had already spoken to him, saying that as soon as the No. 13 Middle School was merged, the land could be freed up for commercial development.

When the profits are split, all parties will benefit.

Liu Jianguo had calculated this matter very clearly.

That's why he gave Lin Yucai a strict order: if they couldn't recruit 300 people by the end of August, they would have to merge.

The No. 13 Middle School was already like a fish on a chopping board, unable to make any waves.

And now, what's going on? The fish suddenly jumped up?

"Old Zhao." Liu Jianguo pressed the intercom on the table.

The door opened, and a middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses walked in.

Zhao Hongliang, from the Discipline Inspection Department, was Liu Jianguo's confidant.

"Director Liu."

"What's the situation at No. 13 Middle School? Where did Lin Yucai get the money to build a five-star cafeteria?"

Zhao Hongliang pushed up his glasses.

"I've inquired, and they said it was a privately funded sponsorship that didn't touch the school's accounts."

"Private funding?" Liu Jianguo stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and sneered. "His monthly salary is four thousand eight hundred. Where would he get the money to hire a five-star chef?"

"Either they borrowed money from loan sharks, or they are illegally charging students."

He stood up and tugged at the hem of his suit jacket.

"Tomorrow morning, you will bring the people from the Discipline Inspection Department with me to No. 13 Middle School."

"We conducted a surprise inspection, checking his accounts, the canteen's operating qualifications, and the food safety license."

"Director Liu, what if they really are operating in compliance with regulations?" Zhao Hongliang hesitated for a moment.

"Compliance?" Liu Jianguo picked up his briefcase and walked out without looking back. "Do you believe a school that's dirt poor suddenly has millions of dollars?"

"Old Zhao, I've been in this business for twenty years, I've seen all sorts of monsters and demons."

"The land for No. 13 Middle School is a done deal."

"Whoever stirs up trouble, I will investigate them."

Zhao Hongliang didn't say anything more and followed.

at the same time.

A suggestion box was brought into the principal's office at No. 13 Middle School.

Wearing gloves, Su Qingyan took the slips of paper out of the box one by one.

The box was so full that several slips of paper were squeezed out of shape.

"A total of 147 suggestions."

Su Qingyan spread the note out on the table and pushed up her glasses.

"It's only been three days."

Lin Yucai sat opposite him, legs crossed, looking at each one one by one.

"I suggest replacing the desks with new ones."

"I suggest repairing the playground."

"I suggest adding a door to the toilet."

"Heating is recommended in winter."

"I suggest offering more music classes."

A wide variety of things, everything imaginable.

There was even a suggestion: "It is recommended that the principal do a square dance on the playground every morning to boost morale."

"This must have been written by that kid Zhang Yang!"

Lin Yucai chuckled and crumpled the cord into a ball before throwing it into the trash can.

The system panel flashed before his eyes.

[A large number of student suggestions have been detected. The system is currently filtering and generating new tasks...]

[Note: Task generation takes time. Please wait patiently.]

"Do I have to wait?" Lin Yucai muttered to himself. "Fine."

He sorted the remaining slips of paper and was about to discuss with Su Qingyan which issues to prioritize when the office door was pushed open from the outside.

Director of the Academic Affairs Office, Lao Ma...

Ma Desheng, a teacher in his fifties, had gray hair and a worried look on his face.

He worked at No. 13 Middle School for almost 30 years and was the most senior person in the school.

"Principal Lin, something has happened."

"What's wrong?"

"I just received a call from an old friend who said he's coming for a surprise inspection tomorrow morning."

"Check what?" Su Qingyan's hand paused.

"Check the canteen's operating qualifications, food safety license, and detailed accounting records."

"The people who came were led by Liu Jianguo, and Zhao Hongliang from the Discipline Inspection Department also came."

Old Ma, with a bitter face, took out a crumpled Hongtashan cigarette from his pocket, thought for a moment, and then put it back.

The office was quiet for a moment.

Su Qingyan looked at Lin Yucai, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.

"Come on then."

Lin Yucai leaned back in his chair and stretched.

"Can't you have a little sense of urgency?" Su Qingyan lowered her voice. "You know Liu Jianguo well; he's just here to cause trouble!"

Have you obtained a food safety license?

"Have the procedures for changing the operating license of the canteen been completed?"

"It's not done."

Lin Yucai sat up straight.

"Lin Yucai, do you think money can solve everything?"

Su Qingyan took a deep breath.

"In most cases... yes."

"you……"

"Don't rush." ​​Lin Yucai stood up and patted Su Qingyan on the shoulder. "We'll get the licenses and qualifications done this afternoon. There's still time."

"There's no need to worry about the accounts; it's all my personal, legal income from private sponsorships, and the bank statements are crystal clear."

After saying that, he turned to look at Old Ma.

"Director Ma, can you do me a favor?"

"I'll make a trip to the Market Supervision Bureau this afternoon to expedite the change of the food business license for the canteen."

"I'll prepare all the materials now."

"It's possible, but even expedited service will take a day or two..." Old Ma paused for a moment.

"Just say that the school cafeteria has just completed its upgrade and renovation and needs to cooperate with the Education Bureau's inspection, and ask them to make an exception."

"If all else fails, I'll call them myself."

Old Ma nodded, turned around, and went out to contact the person.

Lin Yucai then looked at Su Qingyan.

"Vice Principal Su, go see Zhou Dahai this afternoon and have him compile a list of all the invoices for the food purchases and the qualifications of the suppliers."

"Hygiene testing, raw material traceability, and chefs' health certificates are all essential."

Su Qingyan was slightly taken aback as she watched him make the arrangements in an orderly manner.

This usually carefree principal can be quite serious sometimes.

"And another thing," Lin Yucai suddenly smiled.

"When we inspect tomorrow, have Zhou Dahai make his signature Buddha Jumps Over the Wall."

Why?

"He who takes a bribe is bound to be obligated to serve it."

Have you ever seen anyone who, while eating Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, would still have a sullen face and nitpick?

"Can't you be serious for once?"

Su Qingyan pushed up her glasses speechlessly, turned around and went out.

"I'm very serious."

The door closed behind her.

Lin Yucai stopped smiling, looked at the pile of suggestion slips on the table, and a serious look flashed in his eyes.

Is Liu Jianguo coming to cause trouble?

come on.

This time, he will let that director of the education bureau know that No. 13 Middle School is not a fish on a chopping board.