How can you ascend to heaven when you are a star?

Chapter 323 Auspicious Start of Classes

For the next week, Zhang Wen went to the new campus every night to make arrangements and prepare for the upcoming start of classes.

For example, hanging photos of him with celebrities in the corridors allows the star's brilliance to shine in every corner of Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center, and also allows visiting students and parents to directly feel the connections and strength behind Xingxiang.

In addition, he hung portraits of his ancestors on one side of the hall to facilitate the collection of incense offerings from the students. Moreover, to prevent students and parents from being bothered by the smoke, he not only bought smokeless incense but also installed a ventilation system above it, emphasizing healthy incense offering.

Time is like sand slipping through your fingers; it has all flowed away without you even realizing it.

A week has passed in the blink of an eye, and the opening day of Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center has finally arrived.

In the morning, the sun is just right.

Zhang Wen asked Director Han for a day off and then drove straight to Xingxiang New Campus.

In order to attract more parents and make it easier for students to participate, he deliberately set the date on a Saturday, hoping to have a successful start.

When Zhang Wen arrived at the new campus, it was just 7:30 in the morning. He first offered 99 sticks of incense to the ancestors before opening the gate to welcome students from all directions.

Not long after, someone walked through the gate.

"Good morning, Principal," Xu Zining said sweetly, her voice filled with excitement and a hint of admiration.

Ever since she learned that her new boss was a famous songwriter, she has been even more motivated to go to work. Just imagining working for a celebrity makes her feel that her future is bright.

She shared this with her best friends, and they were incredibly envious, especially when they heard that the Golden Melody Award-winning composer was a young and handsome man. They all wanted to come to the school to see him in person.

"Good morning." Zhang Wen nodded to the other person.

Xu Zining went to the front desk, put her bag in the cabinet, and then picked up a rag to start wiping the table.

As a qualified employee, you must be proactive, especially in front of your boss. You can't wait until your boss tells you to do something before you start working; that would make you seem unenthusiastic about your job.

After wiping the table, she mopped the floor; after mopping the floor, she wiped the picture frames. In short, she couldn't rest in front of the boss—this was the experience she had accumulated over many years of work.

Working may not be seen by the boss, but resting will definitely be seen by the boss.

Soon, someone else walked in from outside; it was Sun Chengcheng.

"Good morning, Principal. Good morning, Xiao Xu."

"Good morning, Teacher Sun," Xu Zining said with a smile. She had met six teachers during the meeting here last night and remembered their names.

Sun Chengcheng was on her way to her office when she suddenly noticed a bundle of incense burning in a censer on one side of the hall. Then she looked at the portrait of Wenqu Xingjun hanging on the wall and stopped in her tracks.

This scene is all too familiar; Teacher Zhang's practice room in the training department has now become a place where trainees burn incense and pray every day.

Some people even placed offerings on the ground, ranging from apples and bananas at the beginning to juice and potato chips later. On the day of last month's monthly exam, someone even placed a piece of pig's head. In short, there was all sorts of things.

Without further thought, she walked straight to the portrait, placed her bag on the ground, took out a bundle of sandalwood incense from the side, lit it, and then prayed…

'Hoping for many students, many class hours, and many more salaries...'

Xu Zining, who was wiping the windows, was taken aback when she saw it. She had noticed incense in the incense burner when she came in and guessed that the boss had just finished burning incense. She hadn't thought much of it. Her former boss had a statue of the God of Wealth in his office. She just didn't expect that Teacher Sun would also burn incense.

A few minutes later, the other teachers arrived one after another. The first thing they did upon entering was to offer incense and pray in front of the statue of the God of Literature, as if they had planned it together.

"..."

Xu Zining watched as one teacher after another offered incense, and upon careful counting, she discovered that the principal and all six teachers had already finished offering incense.

Realizing that she was now also a member of Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center, she decisively put down the rag in her hand, and like the others, took a bundle of incense, lit it, and earnestly prayed to the statue.

'May the gods bless me with daily bonuses and monthly commissions...'

However, after Xu Zining inserted the incense into the incense burner, she realized that the deity in the portrait was Wenqu Xingjun (the God of Literature), not the God of Wealth, and she didn't know if her wish could be fulfilled.

At 8 o'clock, everyone gathered in the lobby on the first floor.

Zhang Wen distributed the white T-shirts that Sister Hong had given him a few days ago to seven employees, including the receptionist and teachers. The T-shirts had the words "Xingxiang Art Examination Training" printed on the chest and the same words printed on the back, but in a larger size.

In addition to T-shirts for summer, there were also long-sleeved jackets for spring and autumn, and five thousand sets were given away at once, filling an entire classroom.

"Everyone, change your clothes and be fully alert to welcome the students who will be coming to class and trial lessons later," Zhang Wen said to the six teachers.

I had a lot of classes today, including more than a dozen performance, dance, and vocal lessons.

Furthermore, due to the large number of students in the performance class, the students were divided into three classes, and He Yang and Han Wanling, who are the performance class teachers, will teach for a whole day.

If any more students sign up for acting classes, he will have to find one or two more acting instructors from the company's training department.

Everyone took the T-shirts and put them on over their clothes.

Of course, Zhang Wen was no exception.

As the eight people put on their T-shirts, a sense of unity immediately arose.

"Teachers, each student will receive a set when class begins," Zhang Wen said.

We can't just keep all those clothes piled up in the classroom, can we?

"Yes, principal."

Just as Zhang Wen was about to say something, a van stopped by the roadside, and two people got out of the van. Together they carried a large bouquet of red roses into the training center.

Everyone was immediately drawn to the red roses in the two people's hands; there looked to be at least several hundred of them.

"Excuse me, who is Principal Zhang of Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center?" the woman walking in front asked.

“I am.” Zhang Wen stepped forward, his eyes filled with curiosity. He hadn’t ordered flowers; if he had, it should have been a flower basket, not red roses.

Li Yuetong and the others kept glancing back and forth between Red Rose and Principal Zhang, their eyes sparkling with gossip.

He thought to himself: Could it be that someone is going to confess their feelings to Principal Zhang?

It's common to see men confessing their love to women by giving them red roses, but this is the first time I've seen a woman confessing her love to a man by giving him red roses.

Wait, there's a third possibility: a man confessing his love to another man by giving him red roses!

"Principal Zhang, these are 999 red roses from Miss Bai. Please sign for them." The woman handed over the red roses and took out a receipt.

Because there were too many roses, Zhang Wen couldn't carry them all by himself, so he had to hand them over to Li Yuetong and the others behind him.

Miss Bai?
Zhang Wen went through the names of all the women with the surname Bai that he knew in his mind, and found that he only knew Bai Lu.

Could it have been a gift from Bai Lu?

Just as he was wondering, a WeChat notification sounded. He took out his phone and saw that it was a WeChat message from Bai Lu.

It contained only a short sentence: "Wishing my boyfriend great success in starting his course." There were also several pictures of roses.

"..."

Zhang Wen was speechless after seeing it.

I've only ever heard of grand openings, this is the first time I've heard of a grand opening of a course, and instead of sending flower baskets, they send roses. Only Bai Lu would do something like this.

Zhang Wen replied with two words: Received.

He then put the phone away.

The person who delivered the flowers turned and left after receiving the signed receipt.

Zhang Wen looked at the 999 red roses that Li Yuetong, Sun Chengcheng, and Huang Aizhu were holding together, and for a moment he didn't know where to put them.

Outside the door?

It's not a flower basket, so you can't just put it on the ground, can you?

office?
There aren't vases that big.

He thought for a moment, then looked at Xu Zining and said, "Today, every parent and student who enters the door, whether they are here for a class or for a consultation, will receive a rose."

Since Bai Lu sent these red roses to wish him good luck in starting his classes, distributing them to students and parents would be a good way to make the best use of them.

"Yes." Xu Zining nodded, then looked towards the door and whispered, "Principal, some students have arrived."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wen immediately turned to face the door and saw a middle-aged woman leading a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old into the room.

"Good morning," Zhang Wen said, taking two roses from the bouquet and handing one to the parent and the other to the girl. "Today is the first day of class. I hope you have a good day."

The girl was a little shy; after accepting the red rose, her face unconsciously turned red.

The female parent was taken aback at first, then took the flowers and said, "You must be Principal Zhang? I've seen you in the photo at the registration office. My family registered our child because of you."

"Thank you for your trust. You will know next year at this time how right this choice was," Zhang Wen said confidently.

Regardless of the instructor's abilities, the fact that they can resolve the negative personality traits of the students makes the tuition worthwhile.

"Principal Zhang, my child wants to apply to Beijing Film Academy. Do you think there's a chance?" the parent asked.

Zhang Wen glanced at the girl's skill panel.

"He Qianwen, Skills: Violin 45, Performance 33..."

Oh?
Zhang Wen paused for a moment after reading it, then nodded and said, "You have a good foundation. You must have studied acting before, right?"

“We studied there; we studied at Jia Hua for a year. We heard that the top scorer in the Beijing Film Academy's acting department entrance exam this year came from your Xingxiang, so we brought our child here to register and chose the full-course program,” the parent said.

“If I were to say right now that my child can get into the Beijing Film Academy, what’s the difference between me and a fortune teller on the street?” Zhang Wen said, “Let your child study here for a while first. Around New Year’s Day, I will personally evaluate the learning progress of each student and give them targeted suggestions. Then I will answer your question.”

“Okay.” The parent wasn’t angry. On the contrary, she felt that Principal Zhang spoke very rigorously, unlike Jia Hua Art Examination Training Center, which would just say “no problem” and “don’t worry”.

If they were saying this to her alone, it wouldn't be a problem. But the problem is that they're saying it to every student's parents. Isn't that just fooling people?
How many students does the Performance Department of Beijing Film Academy admit each year?

As promised by Jia Hua, the Beijing Film Academy's acting department will open more classes next year, otherwise it won't be able to accommodate so many students who have completed their courses at Jia Hua.

As they were talking, more parents brought their children into the Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center, and it wasn't just one family. This immediately made the originally empty hall lively.

Zhang Wenchong was on the front line, working with Xu Zining at the front desk to receive parents and students. The six teachers were also busy, sending students to their respective classes.

Fortunately, there weren't many students, and classes were held in shifts, otherwise we really wouldn't have been able to accommodate everyone.

Until 8:30, because the first class started at 8:30, no more parents and students entered through the main gate, and the bustling hall became quiet again.

Zhang Wen opened a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Xu Zining, who was standing next to him. Xu Zining's experience in receiving guests had come in very handy just now. Despite the strong teaching abilities of He Yang, Sun Chengcheng, and others, they were all like headless flies when faced with a flood of parents and students entering the hall.

"Thank you, Principal," Xu Zining said as she accepted the bottled water.

"Take a break while you can. This is just the beginning. There are still a few tough battles ahead," Zhang Wen said. "Take it easy, but I'll treat you to a seafood feast tonight. Abalone, lobster, and king crab are all you can eat."

Upon hearing this, Xu Zining felt a surge of energy throughout her body, and even the pain in her throat disappeared. She was able to chatter away to introduce the product to her parents again.

Zhang Wen was about to get a drink of water when he suddenly saw a lot of people walking towards him.

Unlike the previous entrances where several streams flowed into the main river, these people were queuing in an orderly fashion. If they weren't a group of parents and children, he would have even suspected that they were organized and had premeditatedly come to cause trouble.

"Principal, you rest, let me do it." Xu Zining hurriedly took a sip of water and then walked towards the group of people who entered the room.

As the person in charge, if I don't show my abilities now, when will I?
"Wait!" Zhang Wen suddenly called out to Xu Zining, because he saw a familiar face among the group.

Zhao Qing, Sister Hong's secretary.

He put the bottled water aside and walked towards the other person.

"Secretary Zhao, good morning. What brings you here?" Zhang Wen asked curiously. As Sister Hong's secretary, she must be a very busy person.

Isn’t there a saying like that?
The leader just needs to say a few words, but the secretary has to run themselves ragged.

"Principal Zhang, I brought the children of my company employees to enroll in your classes," Zhao Qing said with a smile.

"You want to enroll in my classes?" Zhang Wen blinked, momentarily confused.

“Principal Zhang, it’s like this, eleven of our company’s employees’ children are preparing to take the art exams for performance, dance, and vocal music next year. They haven’t chosen a training school yet. You are General Manager Yang’s younger brother and a famous art exam tutor in Beijing. I would like to ask Principal Zhang if you can take them in,” Zhao Qing said.

“No problem.” Zhang Wen agreed without hesitation.

I must help Sister Hong.

"Principal Zhang, all eleven students have enrolled in the full-course program. I've already collected the tuition fees and will transfer them to you in a moment," Zhao Qing said.

"Oh? Secretary Zhao, you're being too polite. We're all on the same side, there's no need for tuition fees." Zhang Wen waved his hands repeatedly, refusing to accept the money.

“Principal Zhang, that won’t do. Before I came, President Yang specifically instructed me that even close brothers should keep clear accounts, and the same applies to siblings. If you don’t accept them, she will send these people to other training classes,” Zhao Qing said seriously.

Zhang Wen stared intently at Secretary Zhao, gradually beginning to understand Sister Hong's intentions.

This isn't asking for his help; it's clearly patronizing his business.

Sister Hong, aren't you making me, your younger brother, owe you a favor?

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(End of this chapter)