I Run a Gas Station in the Northwest

"Xiao Mu, I have discussed with Kurbanjiang. You donated the money to build the school. We will cut the ribbon when you come back. We will call Mayor Ma and invite her over. Thank her for treating us. support."

The Uyghur old man said happily, his voice was so loud that he couldn't hold back.

Chen Mu deliberately stood a little further away and asked, "Uncle Aizimat, has the teacher invited? Is anyone willing to come?"

Inviting a teacher is what Chen Mu is most worried about. It’s hard to find a good teacher. If a bad one is found, he is worried about not being able to teach his children. He once heard that some support teachers came for a few days because they couldn’t bear it Leaving in the middle of the desert environment is definitely a blow to the children's enthusiasm for learning. It is better not to find it.

Therefore, until he left the gas station and came to Yingcheng, they still did not find a suitable teacher who was willing to come to them.

When the Uyghur old man heard Chen Mu's question, his high spirits finally fell a little bit: "I haven't found a teacher yet. Kurbanjiang went to the town to ask yesterday. They said they were already looking for us, but a good teacher is not It's easy to find. I haven't found it for a while. Let's wait patiently."

Chen Mu thought for a while, and told the elderly Uighurs: "Uncle Aizmati, we must pay close attention to this matter. After all, it is related to the children going to school. We can't delay it. Well, in this way, you will let Brother Kurbanjang work harder. These days I often go to the town to walk around, urging them in disguise, so that they can be more concerned about finding us."

After a slight meal, Chen Mu said again: "Didn't Anal stay idle at our gas station and have nothing to do? Let her drive Big Brother Kurbanjiang to the town... Well, take some more money, I will come out. Buy some cigarettes and alcohol, and send it to the town. We are not a gift, just to show our heart... Tell Kurbanjang that things don’t need to be too good, everything should be done under the premise of not violating discipline, and we must do so. People can't speak."

"We all listen to you!"

The Uighur old man lowered his voice a little and asked, "Xiaomu, how are things going on your side? Did your school let you continue to suspend school? If it doesn’t work, you can go back to school. There will be an old man here to help you watch. , Nothing will happen."

You are too loud...

Chen Mu stood a little farther away without being angry, but still felt that the bald teacher could hear the voice of the Uighur old man, and replied, "I have no problem here. Uncle Aizimati, don't worry about me, and there is no need to leave school. As for the solution, there are so many things to deal with at the gas station, I can't just throw them all to you... Well, I can coordinate it myself, don't worry!"

If you change to the previous one, Chen Mu will definitely get a diploma. This matter can't be delayed.

But now that he has a black technology map, he feels that the importance of getting a diploma is greatly reduced. On the contrary, it is more important to race against time to accumulate vitality and upgrade the map.

"Okay, okay, you are a capable person, can you still not believe in your uncle? I just feel like you don’t finish school, it’s a pity... you did so many things for us, but in the end you delayed your studies, old man I always feel sorry for your parents."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it. If things are done well, I will go back tomorrow. I will talk about everything when I go back."

Chen Mu didn't want to talk more about his parents, so he comforted the Uighur elderly and hung up.

Putting away the phone, turning to the teacher with a bald head, only to find that the big bald head was pushing his thick-rimmed glasses and looking up and down.

Chen Mu was a little embarrassed to explain: "I'm sorry, teacher, we've been talking for a long time, you... continue talking."

The bald teacher just heard the content of the conversation between Chen Mu and the Uighur elderly throughout the whole process. After thinking about it, he asked: "I heard just now, you donated money to build a school?"

Chen Mu knew that the old Uighurs had too many voices, and it was difficult for others to hear them, so he waved his hand quickly: "It's just a small school and didn't donate much money."

The bald teacher looked at him, unable to speak for a long time, and the look in his eyes...I don't know if it should be regarded as appreciation or complaint, anyway, it was weird.

Under the gaze of the other party, Chen Mu kept his heart clear, pointed to the form and smirked: "Teacher, my suspension application form is filled out... well, right?"

"Yes!"

The bald teacher picked up a small chapter and stamped it on the application form, then put it aside and said: "I didn't hear clearly just now. You told me about the school you donated."

Uh……

Can it be like this?

It’s already very impolite for you to eavesdrop on other people’s calls, and now you are asking for more details. Isn’t this too unreasonable?

Although Chen Mu was so unyielding in his heart, he said that the children in Yakash Village didn’t like to go to school because they were too far away from school. He asked them to help plant trees to make money, and then he said about donating to a school. Up.

He tried to make things as simple and plain as possible, anyway, the less information the better, so as not to be asked by the other party.

But because of his remarks, it is easier to win people's trust. The bald teacher was very happy after listening, and nodded and said: "I didn't expect our school to have a student like you. It's not bad, it's not bad!"

He had said so many thoughtful words to Chen Mu before, now that he thinks about it, he was really beaten in the face, and he was beaten up.

But with this face, he was beaten willingly and happily. He felt that there was such a student in the school. He would be able to stand up a lot when he went out and talked to others.

After pondering for a while, he asked again: "I heard you say on the phone just now that you can't find a teacher in your school, right?"

Chen Mu nodded: "Yes, our school needs two to three teachers, and we haven't found them yet."

The bald teacher thought for a while and asked: "I have a suitable candidate, I can try to help you ask, but it will take two or three days to get a reply. Would you like to wait?"

Chen Mu's eyes lit up, and he didn't think that the bald teacher was a good person. He nodded quickly: "Yes, of course, but... Teacher, do you really have a suitable candidate here?"

"Well, give me your contact information and specific address, and I want to talk to that person."

Chen Mu hurriedly wrote down the contact information and the specific address of the school, and then introduced the bald teacher about accommodation and treatment issues, and then left the Academic Affairs Office happily.

"Chen Mu, Chen Mu...well, I must have never heard of this name before..."

The bald teacher took the contact information and address written by Chen Mu and looked for a while, then slowly picked up the phone and dialed a number to go out... When the phone was connected, he said into the microphone: "Lu Li, this is Principal Yuan. , Um, come here, I have something to tell you."

Half an hour later

A petite and thin figure appeared in front of the dean's office.

The girl straightened her hair, patted the gray on her body, and pulled the slightly cramped old shirt on her body again before entering the door.