I was reborn without dreams

Chapter 57 It's Not Just My Nephew Who Lacks Dreams

There are still twenty days left in May, and one more mock exam. After the exam, it's time to rest. No matter which high school it is, they will all let the high school students relax.

Zhang Da'an's approach differs from those "elite schools." It's not a supermodel track created by concentrated capital, where "elite schools" are used as stepping stones to study preparatory courses or university abroad, with a series of "overseas gilding" assembly line operations.

It is a product that mass-produces qualified and excellent test-takers through advanced technology. Its competitors cannot imitate it because they lack core competitiveness, hence the name "Zhang An, the top scorer".

In just one year, "Zhang An Education" has attracted 90% of the top high school entrance exam repeaters in Shazhou City, as well as more than 40% of the top high school entrance exam repeaters from other districts and counties in Wudu City.

Among similar institutions and private schools, it is impossible to put together a class that can get students into provincial key schools. From the perspective of market competition, "Zhang An Education" has achieved a de facto monopoly in this field in Shazhou City.

However, this kind of factual monopoly is so small that nobody cares about it.

Moreover, there's no way to file a lawsuit. You can't control everything, including the students' legs and the cooperation of their families.
Some students who came from Loucheng and Shanghu to repeat the high school entrance exam still have their school registration at their original schools. Their families have taken sick leave, and no matter what the illness is, they have gone to other places for treatment.

In reality, they are attending classes at the "Top Scholar Accompanying Class." Their registration is not at Xindongweigang Middle School, but at Zhang Da'an's company; they are purchasing services.

When the high school entrance exams are held in mid-June, parents will take their children back to Shanghu or Loucheng to take the exams.

Such cooperation is unthinkable among Zhang An Education's peers.

There's nothing we can do about it; the top scorer in the Wudu City Junior High School Entrance Examination in 4695 and the top scorer in the National College Entrance Examination in 4696 were the same person.

The so-called "core competitiveness" is really just this little thing.

You're awesome for being the top scholar.

The embodiment of this "core competitiveness" was on the morning of May 10th, when Zhang Da'an was eating longevity noodles and munching on fried eggs, he casually took out a pen and signed a stack of documents on the table.

Starting today, these contracts, which have been anticipated for anywhere from a year to six months, can now be officially enforced and have legal effect.

"Isn't this too casual? It feels like it's lacking a sense of ritual."

Uncle Zhang looked at the contracts with great regret.

He sees other people's multi-million dollar contracts and thinks they need to have a signing ceremony.

Did he just sign it while eating a bowl of noodles?

"Who has the time or inclination to go through all that ceremonies?"

After slurping up a mouthful of noodle soup, Zhang Da'an realized that the essence of minced meat and bamboo shoot noodles lies in the individual pieces of bamboo shoot. The old man had chopped them quite carefully. As for the minced meat, Zhang Da'an didn't like too much of it, but every year the old man or Uncle Zhang would add more minced meat and less bamboo shoot.

"By the way, Uncle, the education investment company may need to be upgraded."

"What do you mean?"

“People from the city came to a meeting before, saying that they wanted to integrate resources. Wudu City Education Bureau reported to the provincial bureau and will run it for six months. The city doesn’t want to give it to Wudu City, so it will probably be moved to the city. It’s hard to say where it will be placed. The level will be much higher than it is now, probably the same level as the Education Bureau.”

"Huh? What am I supposed to do then? I'm just a junior section chief."

"You're still the head of the education investment company, but the roles are reversed. You'll also serve as the head of the private education department, and I expect you'll eventually be separated from the education bureau."

"Doesn't that mean the bureau will lose some or less money?"

"Just set up a special fund and allocate it to the education bureau regularly."

"That's alright." "Sigh... your brain is really not suited for being an official."

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing, let's have some noodles."

"Oh."

Uncle Zhang was completely bewildered, not understanding why his nephew said that, so he buried his head in his noodles, enjoying them immensely.

After Zhang Da'an finished eating and went out for a walk, the old man Zhang Qihong sat on a small stool by the door, turned around, and scolded, "You're such a pig-headed idiot, can't you even use your brain?"

"No, Dad, why are you scolding me for no reason?"

"Dad means you might need to be promoted to a higher level."

Teacher Li understood what her nephew had said, but her husband just didn't get it at all.

Uncle Zhang blinked, paused for a moment, and then pondered the conversation again before suddenly realizing, "Does that mean the education investment company is going to be upgraded? If I'm still the CEO, the head of the private education department, that's a relatively low rank?"

"There might be a triple jump, and Zhang An just said that he'll make an exception and appoint someone without regard to seniority. As long as the Education Bureau's interests aren't harmed, it's not impossible. Zhang An also mentioned that special fund, which is probably in exchange for the Education Bureau's support."

"A triple jump... I can't even imagine it."

He shook his head immediately. "How could I possibly be promoted three times in a row? If I were to be promoted three times in a row, wouldn't my rank be higher than the old company commander's?"

"What's wrong with being a deputy bureau chief at your age?"

"I'm just old, not capable. What are you thinking?"

"..."

"..."

Both Zhang Qihong, the father, and Li Jiawen, the wife, were speechless at Zhang Zhengdong's question.

The old man even suspected that the Zhang family's intelligence had been drained by his grandnephew, leaving the rest of the descendants as mentally challenged.

No wonder he gets called a stupid idiot by a bunch of people when he goes out.

Anyway, Uncle Zhang doesn't think about such things. He doesn't care about things that haven't happened yet. His good nephew, who was interviewed, said on TV that he has no dreams.

Nonsense, it's not like anyone has a dream.

Uncle Zhang couldn't help but puff out his chest, feeling extremely proud.

He didn't have any grand dreams before his nephew was born.

Meanwhile, outside the gate of Xindongwei Port Middle School, a group of people from Jiangning, Jianggao, Mazhou and other places brought all kinds of gifts and stuffed them into the guard room, along with greeting cards.

Happy Birthday!

Mr. Zhang!

(End of this chapter)