Chapter 136: Chapter 136: Flexibility
Teachers are actually the same. They even want to take more breaks than students. The class schedule during the summer vacation is no longer one class after another, but you have one morning and I have one afternoon, and then they have at least half a day free for the rest of the day.
For example, this morning, these four classes, all of them are Chinese, and in the afternoon, four consecutive classes are all mathematics. But this is also quite good, because they have already finished the courses for the first three years of junior high school, and now they are reviewing. This way, they can continue with the classes in a row, which is quite coherent.
Of course, Chinese is fine, but four consecutive math classes in the afternoon, gee, just thinking about it is exhausting.
However, the subject of Chinese is really not difficult for Feng Yiping. Even if the middle school entrance exam starts now, he will definitely be able to get a high score. Out of the total score of 120 points, it will never be lower than 110 points.
Except for the composition – it is of course difficult to get full marks, and there is also a possible loss of points, which should be in the pinyin marking, the front and back nasal sounds, such as '親' and '轻' and the like, he is a bit silly to distinguish.
He later seems to have seen some related tips online, such as the sound side representing a character that is a back nasal sound, then that character is also a back nasal sound, and there are also some rules for the combination of sound and rhyme, and some consonants can only be combined with back nasal sound vowels.
So, he simply stopped listening to the class teacher's lecture and looked up the dictionary while summarising. He listed out the rhyming phonetic complements of several retroflex nasal sounds. You'd be surprised, but in this way, some words that he had always been unsure about could now be clarified.
Wang Yumin was a little unhappy on the podium. I'll just explain the transformation of a passive sentence. No matter how hard you try, you don't need to keep looking up words in the dictionary. Is she writing something again?
After class, she didn't go home either. She patted the chalk dust from her hands and walked towards Feng Yiping.
Feng Yiping was still buried in writing the rhyme sound, when he saw a pair of hands reach over and take his notebook away. He looked up and saw Teacher Wang.
'What are you writing?' Seeing that it wasn't a novel, Wang Yumin's temper subsided.
Feng Yiping was a little embarrassed and told her what he was thinking, because he wasn't sure if those were the only two things.
Wang Yumin's eyes lit up when she heard it, because due to regional and natural differences, apart from some girls who were better, many of the male students in the class were like this too. She could only teach these two how to pronounce it, such as how the root of the tongue and the soft palate work together, but this is something that is not intuitive, and the results have not been good. The two things that Feng Yiping has figured out, as long as you spend some time memorising them, will definitely be better than her method.
She took out a dictionary and checked a few of them. 'This is a good idea. Copy it down for me, and I'll go back and improve it.'
She patted Feng Yiping on the shoulder to encourage him, and said to the students who were in the classroom and didn't feel comfortable going out for a break, 'So, you should learn from Feng Yiping. You should not only study hard, but also study smartly.'
During the lunch break, Wang Yumin didn't even bother to eat. On the basis of the two points raised by Feng Yiping, she repeatedly argued and finally concluded that this was completely feasible and effective.
She spent another two days perfecting the rest, such as nasal and lateral sounds, flat and retroflexed sounds, etc., and then immediately started writing a paper, which she would send to the 'Middle School Chinese Teaching' magazine as soon as she finished. If it is published, it will add a few more points to her title evaluation in the future.
This is also her first paper, and she is very confident.
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Feng Yiping's description of the bright 'money' future impressed Feng Zhenchang. For this bright 'money' future, he, who had only dealt with village cadres, had to deal with cadres from the provincial level with a stiff upper lip.
He brought Mei Yiliang along, and through Lao Cai's mediation, they invited Lao Wang, the director of the street office, twice. On the third occasion, Lao Cai was not present. The wine was flowing, and he quietly handed Director Wang an envelope. Lao Wang was not polite, reached out and weighed it in his hand, and skillfully slipped it into his pocket.
Wang, who had accepted the bribe, was quite efficient. Three days later, he helped them make an appointment with a friend in the office of the Transportation Bureau, the deputy director. Although Feng Zhenchang paid for the meal, the deputy director spent most of the time chatting with Wang at the table, and his attitude was very perfunctory when Feng Zhenchang and Mei Yiliang toasted.
Fortunately for Mei Yiliang, Feng Zhenchang's mentality had not yet adjusted. He felt that this was the most frustrating meal he had ever eaten.
Although every dish on the table could be exchanged for money and bought at the farmers' market to feed his family for three days, he still had no appetite and felt as if he was choking whenever he ate.
After serving with great discomfort for more than two hours, before the party broke up, he presented the deputy director, who was said to be a tea lover, with Longjing tea that he had bought at a high price. And it wasn't just Longjing tea; an envelope was also stuffed into the small bag handed over.
The deputy director, who had drunk nearly a catty of high-grade white wine, was all smiles and said that he was happy to have been treated to such a feast. As office workers, most of the time they are also characters like Feng Zhenchang, paying money and effort to carefully entertain leaders from all walks of life. Today, it was his turn to be the host, and he felt pretty good about it.
After a moment of hesitation, he accepted the tea and saw a grey envelope next to it. He thought to himself, 'They know how to behave.' Finally, he spoke a few serious words for the first time, 'You are also very sincere, and it is on my friend Lao Wang Street. Then I will be straightforward. Many people are eyeing these shops, and those good ones have already been settled. Unless you are a very influential catering brand, there is no way there will be any changes. There are still a few places left, which are also not bad. I will go back and help you look at them.'
Feng Zhenchang now understood the meaning of these words. Whether the deputy director would help him further depended on whether he was cooperative.
He sent off the two directors with a smile, and when Feng Zhenchang got on the bus, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. In the space of half a month, he had spent more than 5,000 yuan, but only got such a result that could not even be considered a result!
Mei Qiuping and Feng Yuxuan, who had already returned home, were waiting for him. They could tell from his face that things might not be good, so they asked, 'What's the verdict? Any results?'
Feng Zhenchang didn't say anything, and gulped down a large glass of cold water. 'Is there any leftover food? Heat me up a bowl.'
Feng Yuxuan hurried into the kitchen to prepare a bowl of fried rice and a tomato and egg soup for her father.
'Still no result?' Mei Qiuping turned off the TV.
Feng Zhanchang recounted what had happened today, 'I don't want to go to these people again, and I don't know how much more I have to feed them before they settle. Even if I get the store, it's unlikely to be a good one. It will definitely be in a corner, and I guess the storefront won't be very neat either.'
'No matter if it's in a corner or the storefront is not neat, as long as we work hard, the business should do well,' Mei Qiuping was a little unhappy. 'If we just give up, then all that money we spent before was just wasted?'
Feng Zhenchang felt his teeth ache when he heard this. 'That's why I said forget it. This deputy director is in charge of this matter, but he's not the one who will actually handle it. The person who does will have to pay off the people involved, and the future station bosses will definitely want to be shown respect. How much will it cost?'
'This is really...what is all this about? It's like spending money to get punished!' Mei Qiuping was unwilling and heartbroken.
Feng Yuxuan brought the finished meal over, 'My brother is right, places like long-distance bus stations really do have good business, and it's really a pity if you can't get a storefront.'
'What does it matter?' Feng Zhenchang, who had just lost his appetite for the delicious food on the table, was now eating the leftovers with relish. 'I'll look not at the station, but at the places around it. Yiping is right, the business at the station is good, but so are the businesses around it. Instead of spending more money on asking people for help, I'd rather pay a high price to find a good location nearby, or rent a few more rooms. I just don't believe it will necessarily be inferior to the business inside the station.'