Chapter 176: Charity and Campaign

"One hundred thousand dollars?"

Zhai Zixiong stared at the worst student in the school with his eyes wide open, and a wry smile appeared on his face: "Atang, among the more than 1,700 students in the school, you are the most promising and have become a big boss."

"One hundred thousand dollars, let alone changing the naming rights, it's enough to buy the entire school."

Since the 1950s, the Hong Kong government has been working to revitalize education and cope with the needs of residents in resettlement areas.

Open up the operating rights of private schools and rent rooftops, basements, wasteland and sheds to charitable organizations at a price of "one yuan" per year.

Tiantai Primary School was opened by the church, volunteers and caring people.

There has never been a list of Rooftop Primary School in the Hong Kong government’s education fund funding plan because the official definition of Rooftop Primary School is a “private school” that is not assisted by the education fund.

Tiantai Primary School has always relied on private charity groups and street residents to raise funds to run the school.

There is no rooftop primary school that doesn’t leak, and there is no desk in the rooftop primary school that doesn’t have a shaky leg.

Yin Zhaotang took the hot tea handed over by the principal, took a sip to show politeness, and laughed, "I have no interest in buying a school. I donate money to buy a school name just as a commemoration."

"I've been studying in school and I know how bad the environment is. Thank you for your concern, principal."

Zhai Zixiong sat back in his seat and said with a smile: "I am the principal of the school, and I should do what I should do."

"It is a blessing for Garden Mansions that Mr. Yin has not forgotten his old neighbors."

Yin Zhaotang held a large stack of cash in his hands, a full 100,000 yuan, wrapped in newspaper, like a big brick, stacked very thickly, and placed it on the principal's desk.

He remembered that Zhai Zixiong had a bad temper and would often use the stick to educate his students, but it was not abuse, but because he sincerely wished the best for his students.

The whole family lived and ate in the "principal's office". His wife was responsible for cooking for the students and doing some odd jobs like sewing.

Donating money to Zhai Zixiong will not only put good deeds into practice and truly improve students' learning environment, but the price is also dozens of times cheaper than aristocratic schools.

The same sum of money can be the bargaining chip for a group of people to change their destiny, or it can just be the expense of a school anniversary.

It's really wise to let the children eat more eggs while letting some fat guys drink less alcohol!
When Zhai Zixiong's palm touched the big brick of money, he felt like he was electrocuted and trembled slightly.

Although he couldn't speak for himself, he had to admit that he was happy to see a bad boy with a bad record come back to repay his alma mater.

He felt more sad than happy, because a society where bad boys can get ahead is definitely not a good society. But the bad boys would give him money, but the Hong Kong government would not.

The saying that bad students have more prospects than good students has been verified once again.

Zhai Zixiong wanted to refuse Yin Zhaotang's donation, but reality forced him to bow his head. He patted the 100,000 yuan, as if relieved. He stood up and bowed deeply: "Thank you Mr. Yin for your contribution to education. Tomorrow I will put up a sign and change the name of Garden Building Tiantai Primary School to Yin Zhaotang Tiantai Primary School."

Yin Zhaotang pondered for a moment and felt something was wrong, so he said, "Can you remove the word 'rooftop'? Yin Zhaotang Primary School will sound better."

There are many businessmen in Hong Kong who donate money to charity and name schools, but he is definitely the first one to name Rooftop Primary School.

But I always feel a bit embarrassed to keep the word "Tiantai" to be different.

Zhai Zixiong smiled and said, "No problem, let's call it Yin Zhaotang Primary School. Tomorrow we'll make a celebrity poster for Yin Zhaotang and put it on the wall to promote him as an outstanding alumnus!" "Okay, okay. I'll donate another batch of desks and chairs and ask the furniture company to deliver them tomorrow." Yin Zhaotang could see that behind Zhai Zixiong's flattery, he was hoping for more donations.

The first part can be regarded as a return to Guan Erye, and the tables and chairs at the back are just a small token of his personal appreciation.

Zhai Zixiong was obviously surprised by Yin Zhaotang's frankness. His face was full of joy and he smiled happily as he wanted to refill Yin Zhaotang's tea.

You need to eat to do charity work. No one used to come to Tiantai Primary School to donate money. Now that a big boss has emerged from Garden Building, we must hold on tight.

Yin Zhaotang covered the mouth of the cup with his hand, stood up and said politely: "Principal, I still have some work to take care of, so I have to go back to Kowloon first. If you need any help, remember to call me."

He placed a business card with his office phone number on the table and walked towards the school door.

Zhai Zixiong hurriedly followed: "Mr. Yin, I'll take you downstairs."

The two walked down the stairs, Zhai Zixiong wanted to start a conversation but didn't know how to start. Yin Zhaotang saw his dilemma and started a conversation.

"I still remember that Principal Zhai used to beat me with a stick, but the stick taught me a lesson. After working hard for a few years, I was lucky enough to achieve some results, and coming back has a meaning."

"I hope Principal Zhai can discipline the bad boys on Garden Street more, because society teaches people with blades and bullets, not sticks and textbooks."

Zhai Zixiong's eyes moistened when he heard this, and he said with emotion: "Mr. Yin is able to understand. My lifelong teaching has not been in vain."

"These words are worth more than hundreds of thousands of dollars to me!"

Yin Zhaotang joked: "If I had known this earlier, I could have saved some more money."

When they arrived at the third floor of the building, they bumped into a well-mannered campaign staff member of "Hu Bochao" who had a middle-parted hairstyle and wore a gray shirt.

He also wore a red ribbon with the words "Please vote for Congressman Hu Bochao" written on it.

"Principal Zhai, please stay. I would like to discuss with you the issue of voting in the District Council election." The man was over 1.6 meters tall, but very excited. He stopped Yin Zhaotang and his group and began to distribute Hu Bochao's flyers.

Zhai Zixiong was already annoyed by his pestering, so he threw away the flyer and said, "Mr. Guo Zhengmin, please don't interfere with my work anymore, thank you."

"Principal Zhai, can we talk about the charitable donations to the school? It must be very high. Believe me, it is higher than that of all the candidates." Guo Zhengmin opened his arms excitedly.

"I will not participate in donation politics, goodbye." Zhai Zixiong's attitude was very tough.

Guo Zhengmin did not stop Yin Zhaotang and the others from leaving, but he stopped Zhai Zixiong firmly. Zhai Zixiong was so anxious that he pushed him away and scolded him angrily: "Mr. Yin in front has more influence in Garden Building than me. You can try to canvass for votes with him."

After saying this, Zhai Zixiong felt a little regretful, because he felt that Yin Zhaotang might really be involved in donation politics!
As the chairman of Hu Bochao's campaign committee, Guo Zhengmin was unaware that there was someone in the Garden Building whose influence exceeded that of Principal Zhai. He suddenly felt that he had failed in his duty and quickly took out his cell phone to start making phone calls to investigate.

Niu Qiang tore off a campaign leaflet from the window of the Rolls-Royce, crumpled it up angrily, and threw it into the roadside trash can, cursing angrily, "A bunch of bastards, usually they are afraid of getting their shoes dirty when they come to the Garden Building for a stroll, but they know to come here to canvass for votes during an election year."

"I'd rather throw a pig at him!"

Huapi held a cigarette in his mouth, untied his belt, peed on the flyers on the ground, and shook his dick happily: "For such a lucrative position, why don't we all vote for the boss."

"Maybe in a few years we'll all be officials, oh!"

(End of this chapter)

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