The next day.
Qiao Zuwang came to the unit in high spirits, carrying a copy of yesterday's Jinling Daily in his pocket.
Life in the material recycling company was easy, and Qiao Zuwang had the kind of temperament to be lazy whenever he could. As soon as he arrived at the unit, he sat down on his seat and made a cup of tea first.
Then with a dusting of his hands, the old god spread out the newspaper on the back of Zai's reclining chair and placed the page on the second page.
After a while, a colleague who was familiar with him passed by Qiao Zuwang and saw Qiao Zuwang reading a newspaper. He stopped immediately and joked.
"Hey, Lao Qiao, the sun came out in the west today, and you actually read the newspaper?"
Qiao Zuwang grinned innocently and replied nonchalantly: "Oh, I can't help it. Who made my child appear in the newspaper?"
In the newspaper?
Upon hearing this word, the colleague immediately opened his eyes slightly with an incredulous expression.
Being published in a newspaper is, without a doubt, a very honorable thing.
The vast majority of ordinary people may not have the opportunity to appear in newspapers throughout their entire lives.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the middle-aged man noticed the headline on the second page.
"Congratulations to Qiao Yicheng, a graduate of the 1980s in our city, for winning the top spot in science in the National College Entrance Examination"
Qiao Yicheng?
Does this name sound familiar?
Seeing this name, the middle-aged man immediately recalled that Lao Qiao had always boasted about how good his children's grades were.
But with Qiao Zuwang's virtue, it's hard for people to believe that he could give birth to such a son.
After being shocked for a while, the middle-aged man came to his senses and pointed at the news headline.
"Is this your child?"
"ah."
Qiao Zuwang responded calmly: "Qiao Yicheng is the boss of my family."
"Damn it, Old Qiao, it's okay!"
The middle-aged man patted Qiao Zuwang on the shoulder, gave a thumbs up and said, "I used to think you were bragging, but now, I'm convinced! I'm totally convinced!"
"You are the top scorer in the college entrance examination, and you are the best in the country. Your children will be great in the future, great!"
The middle-aged man also has children at home, and it happens to be the college entrance examination this year, so he pays special attention to this news.
It was just reported in the newspaper yesterday that Jinling had a national college entrance examination champion this year.
Before today, middle-aged people did not associate the number one scholar with the children of Qiao Zuwang's family. After all, there were too many people with the same name.
Furthermore, Lao Qiao doesn’t look like a cultural person at first glance.
Can bad bamboo produce good bamboo shoots?
Qiao Zuwang smiled and waved his hand, and said modestly: "Where, where, 10% is not that good. In the future, whether it is a dragon or a worm, it depends on the child himself."
"Old Qiao, you, you." The man in the middle smiled and teased: "Excessive modesty is pride. If you continue like this, you won't be able to talk today."
"Hi." Qiao Zuwang replied very Versailles: "What I say is from the bottom of my heart. Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. No one knows what will happen in the future."
After saying that, Qiao Zuwang asked, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.
"By the way, Lao Pang, your boy is also taking the exam this year. Have his results come in?"
The man in the middle looked startled when he heard this, and thought to himself.
This old Qiao really doesn’t know how to chat!
All of a sudden, we were chatting to death. How did his kid do in the exam?
Needless to say?
Eight hundred years ago, he had mentioned to Qiao Zuwang that his boy was not doing well in school and was ranked last in the class.
My usual grades are like this, can my college entrance examination scores be good?
"I don't know yet. He's been too busy recently and hasn't gone to school."
In an era when telephone calls were rare and the Internet was not yet widely available, students' college entrance examination scores and admission scores to various colleges and universities were usually first transmitted to the Education Bureau and then forwarded to each high school.
There are generally three channels for students to check their scores: go to the Education Bureau to check their scores, or go to the high school to ask the school.
The last option is to wait patiently for the postman to deliver the transcript to the student's home.
Compared with the last method, the first two channels are faster to release scores. Many students already know their scores before the transcripts are sent.
Hearing his colleague's answer, Qiao Zuwang smiled mysteriously. Of course he knew that the boy from Lao Pang's family had poor grades.
But he just asked.
Eh?
Just play!
It's Versailles.
At this moment, the director of the recycling station came over with a cup of hot tea. Seeing the smiles on their faces, he suddenly asked curiously.
"Old Qiao, Old Pang, what are you talking about? Are you chatting so happily?"
As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them had different thoughts.
Lao Pang: 'Damn it, I have to let him pretend again. '
Qiao Zuwang: 'Haha, director, that's a good question, that's a good question. '
The next second, Qiao Zuwang deliberately looked embarrassed and smiled.
"Director Tian, it's nothing big. It's just my son, Yi Cheng. As I said before, he took the college entrance examination this year. Now his grades have come down and he did pretty well."
"oh."
Director Tian nodded thoughtfully. He had indeed heard Qiao Zuwang say it, and then he asked casually.
"Which university did you go to? Jinling University? Or Jinling Normal University?"
On the other side, seeing the jealousy flashing in Qiao Zuwang's eyes, Lao Pang immediately told the truth first to avoid being pretended by Qiao Zuwang again.
"Old Qiao's kid is so proud that he won the top prize in the exam."
"The top pick?"
Director Tian glanced at Qiao Zuwang in surprise. This result was indeed surprising.
Is this bad bamboo producing good bamboo shoots?
After being stunned for a moment, he quickly praised with a smile.
"That's right, that's right, Lao Qiao, your child did so well in the exam, you have to treat him!"
"Please, please, please, I'll treat you all to a feast later!"
Qiao Zuwang nodded repeatedly and agreed smoothly.
However, as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he regretted them.
The regret is not because of money. The Qiao family has a top scholar and he is willing to treat people to dinner.
But the key issue at the moment is that 'Yicheng' doesn't have a good relationship with him!
When it's time to eat, if the rightful owner, 'Yi Cheng', is not here, then what else is it called a banquet for entering a higher education?
What do others think?
Before Qiao Zuwang could change his mind, Director Tian clapped his hands.
"Okay, then I'll wait for your notification."
Then Lao Pang also echoed: "Yes, Lao Qiao, I've been waiting for the wedding wine."
It's rare for Qiao Jing to be generous. If he doesn't take advantage of this, it would be unforgivable!
After a while, Director Tian and Lao Pang left the office one after another. As soon as they left, the smile on Qiao Zuwang's face couldn't be stretched anymore.
Not only did his brows wrinkle, but his face also became ugly.
At this moment, he wanted to slap himself twice.
Tell you to speak quickly!
Tell you to speak quickly!
It's fine now, can't we let it go?
The only good thing is that they haven't set a specific time just now.
Drag it!
Slowly, as long as he insists on not mentioning the banquet, they will be embarrassed to ask after him, right?
Anyway, this is not the first time he has done this.
