Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

Lin Nianhe rubbed his slightly sore head and said softly:
"Actually, when I first did market research, I doubted the authenticity of the data. I didn't think so many people would be willing to spend money to repeat their studies, but the reality slapped me... So dad, can you persuade the high school to open a repeat class? ? I really can’t do this job myself.”

No one can monopolize a certain market, and it makes sense for everyone to work together.

Dad Lin drank half a glass of water and said in a deep voice: "Actually, I asked you to come back to remind you to try not to make things too big before making achievements, but the problem you raised is indeed serious."

"The work and study issues of the educated youth who have returned to the city cannot be ignored. The college entrance examination is an important matter for selecting the best among the best. This cannot be decided by me alone. I have to talk to your second uncle from the Wang family... In this way, you should do your best first. Let’s consider the rest.”

Father Lin said, handing a piece of paper with several addresses written on it to Lin Nianhe: "These places are all for sale or rent, you can negotiate them yourself."

"okay."

Lin Nianhe took the paper, looked at the address on it, and whispered softly: "It seems that one sack is not enough this time."

"Huh? What are you doing with the sack?"

"Just...just pretend to have money."

"..."

Comrade Lao Lin knew that his daughter was rich, but he never expected that she would be so rich that she would put it in a sack.

Mother Lin came out with several bowls of wontons and said, "You all come and have something to eat, and we can talk after eating."

Father Lin saw that there were only four bowls of wontons on the table, and he sat there without moving.

Mother Lin urged him: "Binghui, stop thinking about it now and come and eat."

Dad Lin said: "I'm not hungry, you can eat."

"It's just that I'm not hungry. Otherwise, how much trouble would it take to make a few more wontons?" Lin's mother came over and pulled him up. "Xiaowei told me last night that you only had two bites of dinner. Come quickly and have some with your daughter. .”

"I'm really not hungry." Father Lin wanted to save face.

"Yes, yes, you are not hungry, but I have cooked everything. If you don't eat, you won't be able to eat tomorrow."

"That's fine."

Comrade Lao Lin reluctantly sat down, holding chopsticks in one hand and holding Lin's mother's hand in the other: "Zirui, thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard, just eat quickly."

"I can't finish eating. Can you help me eat two?"

"Stop talking and eat quickly. I have a lot to eat for dinner."

"Would you like to eat one?"

"Don't eat."

The other three transparent people: "..."

Su Yuncheng asked Lin Nianhe in a low voice: "Will you help me eat two too?"

Before Lin Nianhe could answer, Lin Huaizhou added angrily: "You can't even eat a bowl of wontons, and Su Yuncheng can't do it now either."

Su Yuncheng raised his head and glanced at him, then turned to look at Father Lin.

Father Lin inexplicably felt that he had also been stabbed, so he kicked Lin Huaizhou: "Can't you shut your mouth even if you eat?"

Lin Huaizhou: "..."

This kick...he didn't complain about it, but he had to remember it on Su Yuncheng's head.

After the four of them finished eating their wontons, Lin's father saw that Lin Nianhe was too tired, so he urged her to go back to bed and discuss anything tomorrow.

Lin Nianhe was indeed exhausted both physically and mentally. He yawned and went upstairs to sleep.

Lin Huaizhou and Su Yuncheng were left behind.

Father Lin asked: "What happened to Courtyard No. 88?"

"It's over," Lin Huaizhou said. "This family has done a lot of evil. I gave the police the detailed evidence from the investigation. They said the main culprit should be sentenced to at least three years."

"The rats have hid long enough and it's time to make them pay."

Father Lin asked Su Yuncheng again: "Have the yards in Nianhe been tidied up?"

"Yes, they were all converted into classrooms," Su Yuncheng replied, "I contacted a few retired comrades and asked them to take charge of the security department."

"Okay, don't treat them badly."

"No." Father Lin changed the topic and asked about things elsewhere.

The three of them talked for a long time, and they just ended when the moon rose to the west.

Su Yuncheng thought that returning home would disturb his parents' sleep, so he and Lin Huaizhou slept together all night.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Lin Huaizhou suddenly called him: "Su Yuncheng."

"Ok?"

"Protect Xiaohe."

"I know."

"Ah."

The next day.

Lin Nianhe got up early and went to the cafeteria to buy breakfast. After the family had eaten, Lin Huaizhou had to go to work and took them both back to school on the way.

Today, there are still people coming to inquire in front of Courtyard No. 88, but a notice has been posted in front of the door informing everyone that the first batch of enrollment has ended and the next enrollment will be March 25th.

In several nearby courtyards, students are already attending classes.

The students who signed up early yesterday have already taken the preliminary test. When they came today, the teacher had already assigned them to classes according to their scores. The students who had not yet had time to take the preliminary test will take the unified exam this morning. They will temporarily study in an empty classroom in the afternoon and will be divided into classes tomorrow. .

The arts and sciences at Lingyun Tutorial School are divided into three types of classes: basic classes, intermediate classes, and advanced classes.

As the name suggests, they correspond to students with weak foundations, students with good but not solid foundations, and students with good foundations who are expected to enter key universities.

This class division rule was set by Lin Nianhe. It's not that she treats them differently, but that the level of this group of students is really uneven. Some can do function problems, and some have even forgotten positive and negative numbers.

If they are placed in the same class, it will not be beneficial to everyone.

Lin Nianhe hurriedly held a meeting with the teachers before he went to class.

"I'm not lying. The salary of teachers at Lingyun Tutorial School is the highest in Beijing. In the future, I can also guarantee that your salary will be the best among your peers."

"I will give you a high salary with only one requirement - to do my best to teach every student well."

"Teachers in the basic class will be awarded an additional ten yuan for every fifty-point increase in each student's college entrance examination score compared to the entrance exam score; for every thirty-five-point increase in the intermediate class's score, ten yuan will be awarded; and for every twenty-point increase in the advanced class's score, an additional ten yuan will be awarded. money."

“There is no limit to additional rewards.”

"That's it, do it."

The teachers were stunned for a while, wondering who was the first to take the lead in applauding.

The applause ended quickly, and the teachers rushed into the classroom with their books in hand, looking more positive than the students who had paid their tuition.

"Nianhe, why do I think your cram school is going to die?" Wang Shumei looked at Lin Nianhe with complicated eyes.

"Didn't I say, just do it as if you were bankrupting everything." Lin Nianhe shook his hair.

Wang Shumei frowned and looked at her: "Then what are you trying to do? It can't be because of the extra money, right?"

Lin Nianhe paused for a moment while holding the book and said enigmatically: "Actually, I have no interest in money at all."

Wang Shumei: "Actually, I really want to slap you to death right now."

Lin Nianhe laughed, patted Wang Shumei on the shoulder and said, "Sister Shumei, if you calculate carefully, you won't actually lose anything."

Wang Shumei curled her lips and shook her head: "I calculated for half a night, the tuition fee, the salary, how can I calculate it as a loss? The only thing that can be said to be no loss is probably the bunch of houses you bought through this matter."

Wang Shumei took out a small abacus from her bag and rattled it: "1200 people, monthly tuition of 3600 yuan, 48 teachers in total, monthly teacher salary expenditure of 2160, give Principal Wu 350 yuan, The salary for the security department is [-] yuan, plus the extra tutoring fees for part-time teachers, plus the electricity bill, chalk, and the loss of the mimeograph machine... You have basically spent this month in vain."

Wang Shumei raised her head and looked at her: "If you include tuition exemptions for students and bonuses for teachers, you will really lose money."

Lin Nianhe just smiled and said meaningfully: "Recruiting a thousand students is a loss, recruiting 1 students is a profit. If one of them is half as brilliant as you, I will make a lot of money."

Wang Shumei didn't quite understand it. After tasting it for a while, she was sure that Lin Nianhe's words were not hurtful to her.

Lin Nianhe stretched and said, "The scenery in the distance is infinitely beautiful, don't look at the three-acre land in front of you."

After she finished speaking, she picked up the book and hurried to catch up with her in the morning.

Wang Shumei sat down and drank half a cup of tea, sighing slightly.

"This aunt...she wants to play a big game of chess." (End of Chapter)