Training the Heavens

Chapter 81 Factory Building
"Teacher Zhang, I want to ask for leave." Gao Jialin found Zhang Changqing with the leave application.

"What's the matter? Why are you standing? Sit down and talk!" Zhang Changqing came out from behind the desk with a smile and pulled him to sit on the sofa.

"It's like this. I wrote a novel outline recently. The teacher in the editorial department was quite satisfied with it and wanted me to finish it earlier, so I want to take a leave to concentrate on writing. It will probably take half a month. The specific situation depends on my writing status." Gao Jialin handed over the outline.

It is not uncommon for magazines to help authors take leave to write full-time. In fact, Niu Xinliang revealed this intention in the previous book. However, Gao Jialin thought that he was only a freshman and it was not easy for him to take leave. It was not until he was revising the manuscript that he went to No. 675 Julu Road and stayed for a while.

This problem no longer exists. He has been ranked first in the grade for two consecutive semesters, his student work has been commended by senior leaders, and the books he wrote are best-sellers across the country and have been reprinted again and again. No one can say anything if he asks for leave to concentrate on writing books.

Sure enough, Zhang Changqing took the outline and approved the leave without even glancing at it. "That's a good thing. The school will definitely not hold you back. I don't worry about your studies. You've managed the student union very well. Other students have made great progress recently, so it's okay for you to leave for a few days."

"I'll approve it for twenty days. Later, go to the Student Union to arrange your work for the next period of time, and then you can concentrate on writing."

After saying that, Zhang Changqing picked up the outline and flipped through it. As he read, just like Niu Xinliang, he excitedly slapped his thigh and said, "Jialin, you wrote this story so well! I can't wait to read the whole thing!"

He has worked in the system for so many years, and his political sensitivity is much stronger than Niu Xinliang. How could he not see what Niu Xinliang can see?

"Haha, our Pujiang College is going to produce a great writer." Zhang Changqing was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling. The previous book "Young Friends Come to Meet" had a good story and also reflected the current situation of contemporary young college students, but its ideology was a bit lacking after all, so Gao Jialin could only be called a writer, not a great writer.

This book is different. It uses food as a clue to outline the desire for unity among two generations. If it is well written, it will be both ideological and literary. Such an author can definitely be called a great writer.

Pujiang College was established not long ago and has not produced any famous alumni. If Gao Jialin can become a great writer, the leaders of Pujiang College will have one more topic to talk about when they go out to introduce their school, which is definitely a good thing.

As Gao Jialin's teacher, he can also reap many benefits; in fact, he has already benefited. After the exhibition, the leaders of the school and the department have talked to him one after another, wanting to give him more responsibilities. In a while, he will be promoted to deputy secretary of the department in charge of student affairs.

If Gao Jialin can achieve some outstanding results in the next three years, then when he graduates, he will have the hope of going further and participating in the management of student affairs at Pujiang College.

After getting the leave application, Gao Jialin said hello to the leaders of the department and school, as well as the substitute teacher, and then packed up and went to Julu Road.

Now Gao Jialin's life became much more comfortable. It was still the same as before. He woke up in the morning, exercised for a while, then had breakfast, went back to his single room to write, and wrote all the way until lunch time, and then his work for the day was done.

At noon, Niu Xinliang and I went to the nearby area to find something delicious, came back to take a nap, and in the afternoon rode our bikes to Tai'an Road to check out the decoration of the house. Judging from the current progress, by the time he finishes writing this book, the house will probably be decorated as well.

Gao Jiawang's skills were improving, and he was becoming quite proficient in both bricklaying and carpentry. He was a little anxious, though. Gao Jialin had previously promised him he'd find him a new job once the house renovations were complete, but now that the work was almost done, he hadn't offered any. "Don't worry," he said, "I'll take you out to dinner in a couple of days, and we can talk about this in detail." When Gao Jialin returned from Guangdong, he had already decided on a new project. After a thorough investigation, he'd thoroughly verified its feasibility and was ready to begin work as soon as the house renovations were finished.

"Then I feel relieved. If you go out and don't have a job that pays you, you won't feel at ease." Gao Jiawang felt the same as the cattle and horses in later generations. He was afraid of losing his job.

When it was almost time to get off work, Gao Jialin went to wait outside a villa as agreed on the morning phone call. After a while, Xie Chao came over and took Gao Jialin in for a tour.

Gao Jialin was not very satisfied with the house. After looking at it, he found a nice restaurant nearby to have dinner. At the dinner table, Gao Jialin talked about his plans. "The house on Tai'an Road is almost finished, but I haven't found a new house yet. Jiawang is a person who can't sit still, so I plan to find him something to do. I will need your help when the time comes."

Xie Chao shook his head repeatedly. "It's hard to find a job these days, especially since Jiawang is not from another place. There's no hope at all."

"I'm not asking you to help him find a job." Gao Jialin interrupted Xie Chao. "Have you noticed something? Since last year, there have been suddenly more people doing small business on the street. Some are setting up stalls, some are opening small restaurants, and some are running small factories. Especially at night, it's much busier than before."

"That's true. You want Jiawang to be a self-employed person? Do his own business?" Xie Chao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't a job introduction, it would be fine. It was too difficult to find a formal job nowadays.

"Yes, I went to the south and saw the rapid changes in Shanghai. I felt that doing business myself might have development prospects, so I decided to let Jiawang give it a try." Gao Jialin said as he picked up the bottle of wine and refilled it for him.

Document No. 7 issued after last year's Southern Tour clearly stipulates that private enterprises can employ more than people, and as long as they operate in accordance with the law, are democratically managed, and distribute according to work, it should not be regarded as capitalist exploitation.

This removed the shackles for the development of the private economy, and many private enterprises sprang up like mushrooms after a rain. Delixi, Vanke, Jianlibao, Great Wall, Solitaire, Xintong, Kehai and other well-known companies in the future were all established last year. This year was later called the first year of China's private enterprises.

Shanghai is at the forefront of reform and development, and its policies are more open than those in inland areas, so it is very feasible for Gao Jiawang to do some business here.

Even if there are any problems in the middle, they can basically be solved by asking Xie Chao, who works within the system and has a wide network of contacts, to step in.

"This is a way out. What do you plan to let him do?" Xie Chao picked up the wine glass, clinked it with Gao Jialin's, drank it all and asked.

"I want him to start a small factory."

(End of this chapter)