sbdcsierra Chapter 423 Armored Trucks Lead the Way, 10,000 Yuan Salary Stuns the Education Sector
Chapter 423 Armored Trucks Lead the Way, 10,000 Yuan Salary Stuns the Education Sector
Qingzhou City, Jiangnan Province.
In an old residential compound shaded by green trees.
Qi Shi'an, a national model worker and retired senior mathematics teacher, is sitting at a stone table in the courtyard, wearing reading glasses and holding a red pen in his hand.
He had his granddaughter's math workbook spread out in front of him, and he was correcting the problems one by one.
"What method did you use to solve this problem? You can't even draw auxiliary lines. Did your math teacher teach you PE?"
Old Qi muttered to himself as he drew a big X on the workbook with his pen.
At the entrance of the courtyard, his wife, Aunt Wang, was bending over and picking vegetables.
Everything was as calm as flowing water.
Until three dark figures appeared at the courtyard gate.
"Creak—"
The iron gate was pushed open from the outside.
Wang Dagou, wearing a hastily put-on white shirt with the top button fastened, walked in with a swaying gait, a smile plastered on his face.
He was followed by two security guards in black suits, each carrying a black briefcase.
The box wasn't big, but judging from how hard the two of them were struggling, it was quite heavy.
Old Qi's wife, Aunt Wang, looked up and saw the attire and entourage of these three strangers. With a "clatter," the vegetable basket in her hand fell to the ground.
"What...what are you doing?!"
She instinctively took two steps back, her voice trembling.
"Old Qi! Old Qi! Someone's coming!"
Old Qi pushed up his reading glasses, stood up from behind the stone table, and looked Wang Dagou and the other two up and down.
Who are you looking for?
"You must be Mr. Qi?"
Wang Dagou grinned widely, his smile resembling that of Maitreya Buddha.
He first bowed properly at a ninety-degree angle before straightening up.
"My name is Wang Dagou, and I come from Jiangjia Village, Qinghe County, Nanjiang Province."
"Our boss Jiang is asking you to come out of retirement and teach the children in our village."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and winked at the two security guards.
The two men placed the briefcase on the stone table with two loud thuds.
"Clatter—"
The combination lock box is opened.
Inside, brand-new 100-yuan bills were neatly stacked, and the bank seal hadn't been broken.
When Aunt Wang saw what was in the box, her legs went weak and she almost sat down on the ground.
"This...this is..."
Wang Dagou pointed at the box and said loudly, "Mr. Qi, this is a headcount fee of one million. Please count it first! As long as you agree to go, your annual salary will still be one million when you get there! A fully furnished apartment in the village will be given to you for free! Your wife's medical expenses will all be covered!"
Qi Shi'an taught his whole life.
Having been a teacher for forty years, my highest monthly salary never exceeded eight thousand yuan.
The most money he had ever seen in his life was the tens of thousands of yuan in retirement bonus his former employer gave him.
Now someone is standing in his yard with two suitcases of cash, asking for a million dollars.
He was stunned for a full five seconds.
Then, his expression changed.
The old man ripped off his reading glasses and slammed them on the stone table with a "thud".
"This is an insult to civility!"
Qi Shi'an was so angry that his beard stood on end, and he pointed his finger at Wang Dagou's nose.
"I've taught for forty years and taught thousands of students! I have plenty of students who have won national math Olympiad gold medals and provincial top scorers!"
"Do you think I, an old man, teach and nurture students for a few measly coins?!"
He suddenly waved his hand.
"Take your money and get out!"
Wang Dagou shrank back after being scolded, but he didn't get angry or leave.
Jiang Chen remembered clearly what he had told him before he left: These old gentlemen have big tempers, and the more capable they are, the less likely they are to be bullied.
He took a tablet computer out of his pocket and turned it on in front of Old Man Qi.
"Mr. Qi, please don't rush, take a look at this."
The video shows a panoramic view of the Jiangjiacun Education Park.
The brand-new physics laboratory is filled with top-of-the-line experimental equipment imported from Germany and Japan.
The fume hoods and temperature and humidity control cabinets in the chemistry lab are two levels higher than those in the key high schools in the provincial capital.
The library, covering three acres, houses over 100,000 books, ranging from the "Nine Chapters on the Mathematical Art" to the latest international mathematics journals.
Standardized synthetic running track, indoor basketball court, heated swimming pool...
The final scene shows a group of children squatting by the dirt road, doing math problems on the muddy ground with twigs.
They wore patched clothes, and their cloth shoes were covered in mud.
But in every child's eyes, there was a light shining.
That thirst for knowledge cannot be faked.
Qi Shi'an looked at the children's faces and fell silent.
His lips moved, but he didn't speak.
Wang Dagou put away his playful smile and bowed again earnestly.
"Old Qi, I haven't received much education, so I'm not good at speaking nicely."
"But our Brother Chen asked me to pass on a message to you."
He cleared his throat, trying his best to imitate Jiang Chen's words perfectly.
"Boss Jiang said, 'Old Qi, you have so many skills, it's such a waste for you to just stay at home watering flowers and walking birds.'"
"Come to our village, you can teach however you want. There are no formal inspections, no need to write research reports, and no one will force you to meet paper quotas."
"There's only one KPI—to raise a child to adulthood."
The five words "no formal report" were like a needle, precisely piercing the softest spot in Qi Shi'an's heart.
He has been tormented by formalism for forty years of his life.
Endless teaching reflections to write, forms to fill out, meetings to attend, and inspections from superiors to deal with...
Less than two or three out of ten of the time is actually spent teaching students.
This is a lifelong pain for him.
Qi Shi'an slowly sat down.
He stopped swearing.
He picked up his reading glasses and put them back on, staring at the fully equipped mathematics lab on the tablet screen, a lab free from any administrative interference, and his eyes slowly welled up with tears.
"You guys... really don't have any formal checks?"
"Not even a report?"
Wang Dagou nodded emphatically: "Brother Chen said that anyone who dares to bother you with a report will be personally chased away!"
Old Qi remained silent for a long time.
The old locust tree in the yard rustled in the wind.
His wife, Aunt Wang, had been squatting down beside him at some point and secretly watched the entire video.
"Old man."
Aunt Wang gently tugged at his sleeve, her voice very soft.
"Go ahead. In the six months since you retired, haven't you been criticizing the educational programs on TV all day long? You complained that they weren't teaching well, so why don't you go teach yourself?"
Qi Shi'an glanced at his wife, then looked into the eyes of the children on the tablet.
He let out a long sigh.
"Let me see your contract."
……
The same scene unfolded almost simultaneously in dozens of cities across the country.
In a high-end residential community in Haidian District, Beijing.
When Song Xianming, a retired physics education expert, saw the photos of the physics lab in Jiangjia Village, which was even better than the one he had at the High School Affiliated to Beijing, he immediately took off his reading glasses and wiped them three times, thinking he was seeing things.
When he heard the phrase "teach however you want," he put down the teacup he had been holding for a long time.
"Can you conduct accelerator experiments over there?"
"Sure! Buy whatever you want!" the security captain said, patting his chest.
Jincheng City, Sichuan Province.
After watching the video of the library in Jiangjia Village with its collection of over 100,000 books, retired senior Chinese language teacher Ma Wenying remained silent for a full ten minutes.
Then she stood up, went into the bedroom, and began packing her luggage.
Her husband chased after her and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Pack your clothes and go with them."
"Are you crazy?"
"I've been crazy for forty years." Ma Wenying glanced back at her husband, her eyes red-rimmed, but she smiled and said, "This is the first time in my life that someone has told me that teaching doesn't require writing a self-criticism report. Just for that statement, I'd go even if it meant paying for it myself."
Shenyang City, Northeast China.
When 73-year-old retired senior chemistry teacher Mr. Liu saw the clause in the contract that "all medical expenses for his wife will be covered," tears streamed down his face.
His wife takes medication regularly, and the monthly cost of her medication alone is several thousand yuan.
He spent most of his retirement savings on medicine.
"What you...what you're saying, is it all true?"
"It's all in black and white, the contract is right here, we can sign it anytime."
Old Liu wiped his face with his sleeve and signed the contract with trembling hands.
……
three days later.
The news spread like wildfire throughout the entire Chinese education sector.
"Jiangjia Village is using armored trucks to transport cash and poach retired teachers from all over the world!"
"Annual salary of one million! House included! Medical insurance for the whole family!"
"I heard that more than a dozen nationally recognized outstanding teachers have already agreed to go!"
The major education forums and teacher exchange groups were in an uproar.
Some cursed Jiang Chen for being greedy, some were envious, and some applauded.
But no matter how noisy it is outside.
Five armored trucks, laden with their spoils, sped off from all directions in the same direction.
Destination – Jiangjia Village, Qinghe County.
At this time.
The capital of Nanjiang Province.
Chu Tiankuo was inspecting the newly built Chu Family Bilingual Aristocratic School.
He was wearing a plain linen long gown, his hands behind his back, walking calmly down the corridor of the brand-new teaching building.
The assistant and principal followed respectfully behind him, not daring to utter a sound.
"Young Master Chu, we have recruited twenty-three key teachers from the Provincial Experimental High School and the Provincial Affiliated High School. There will be no problem with the start of school next month."
The principal reported with a broad smile.
"According to our intelligence, the school in Jiangjia Village hasn't recruited a single teacher yet. It seems like the start of the school year is completely out of the question."
He hadn't finished speaking.
The assistant's phone started vibrating incessantly.
He took out his phone and glanced at it; his expression changed instantly.
"Young Master Chu...!"
The assistant's voice cracked.
"This is a huge problem!"
"Jiang Chen used an armored truck to transport cash and invited one-third of the nation's retired education luminaries to their village!"
"There are eighteen national-level distinguished teachers alone! And two veteran professors who participated in the college entrance examination question-setting team!"
The assistant swallowed hard, his voice dry.
"Those twenty-three key teachers in our school...are not even worthy of carrying their shoes compared to them!"