Back at the 'Hanna Hotel', he rinsed his face with cold water in the bathroom in the lobby. Zhang Muzi tiptoed back to the suite where he lived. Seeing that the door of the master bedroom was half open and the light was still on, he knew that his parents were still waiting for him, so he shouted in the living room, "Dad, mom, I'm back." Without waiting for the answer, he hurried into his bedroom and lay on the bed and fell asleep.

At around 8 o'clock the next morning, the slightly cold sunshine on the Korean Peninsula had just risen into the air. Li Xiangzhi woke up his son. The family of three had some breakfast in the hotel restaurant, called a car in the hotel, and rushed directly to the most famous tutoring place in Seoul, Wenchangdong.

‘Dong’ is a unique local unit on the Korean and Korean Peninsula. It corresponds to roads, counties, counties, towns, faces, and areas. These names are all regional names used by different dynasties in China. They were mixed together by ancient Korean and Korean people and became their own administrative units.

Today, the names of roads, counties, towns and towns have been abolished by the government of the Republic of China and replaced by provinces, cities, towns and towns. However, the general public uses the most frequently, representing the "hole" that represents the most grassroots administrative unit in the city, that is, the streets, and the "limits" that represent the most basic unit in the countryside, that is, the village, but have been retained and used to this day.

The block is actually named after the ancient gods, which is naturally unique. A second ago, the hotel's car was still in the city's surnames with tall buildings on both sides. One turn, a carved beam and painted building with slanted eaves like hooks. A painted wooden and stone structure door pavilion was hung with a total of two feet square. The temple with the three-character gilded plaque with a three-character gilded plaque with a letter "Wenchang Palace" was suddenly appeared next to the road.

Zhang Muzi, who was sitting in the back of the car, was slightly stunned when he saw the "common business size" and immediately fell down the window and poked his head out.

Smelling the familiar smell of incense ash, looking at the endless stream of people in front of the temple in front of him, he said in surprise: "This is a city, how could a temple with a lot of incense appear in the downtown area? And there were so many people worshiping each other early Monday morning, which is too exaggerated."

"Muzi, that is the temple of the 'Wenchang Emperor', and behind it is Wenchang Cave. The entire neighborhood runs a tutoring industry, so every day there are candidates or parents who hope to win the championship in one fell swoop, come to this temple to burn incense.

After you are settled down, before leaving Seoul, my mother is planning to come and worship him." Li Xiangzhi also looked at the temple outside the window and explained in a low voice.

"No, mom, if you can get high scores by worshiping God, then there will be so many 'supplementary education centers' and schools for what to do?

Don't be so superstitious in the future, okay?" Since the soul and the 365 "Qingfu and righteous gods", Zhang Muzi has completely believed in some of the higher civilizations of the Western Galaxy Federation, used the so-called "fantasy species" to analyze the concept of "gods", and no longer had a trace of awe of the gods, and said casually.

"Bao, babe... Muzi, you are now opening a temple, so my mother doesn't let you accompany me to worship, but it won't work for disrespect to other gods. Just apologize like the 'Emperor Wenchang'." Li Xiangzhi said hurriedly after hearing his son's words.

Seeing that her mother had really changed her face and her tone was stern. Zhang Muzi didn't want to make her angry, so she had to be unwilling to put her hands together, closed her eyes, and bowed her head skillfully and whispered: "A mortal is respectful to Emperor Wenchang, and is offended because of his unintentionality. I sincerely pray for the Emperor's forgiveness..."

While he was muttering his prayers, the car that had already left the "Wenchang Palace" behind him slowly drove slowly in the street where most of them had just woken up, listless, holding books or carrying schoolbags, walked around, and soon stopped in a building covering an area of ​​about 50 square meters (three square meters);

One wall facing the street is inlaid with large floor-to-ceiling windows, revealing the simple and elegant decoration. The hall is simply placed with a few high-legged round coffee tables with promotional materials, and a ten-story building with two sweet-looking young girls wearing brightly-toned sky blue career suits standing in front of the ten-story building.

"Get out of the car, Muzi, we're here." Li Xiangzhi pushed open the car door and said, waiting patiently for his son to finish his crimes.

After getting off the car after her mother, looking up at the sign "Kaitu Re-education" hanging on the roof. Zhang Muzi suddenly felt that reading was already a very far away from her. An inexplicable tension arose in her heart. She took a deep breath and calmed down her emotions. This time she walked into the Re-education Center with her parents.

The two parents brought a teenager, the potential customer group with the highest contract rate for cram school. As soon as the three entered the hall, the two girls behind the counter immediately bowed and said, "Welcome to the 'Kaitu Re-education Center'."

"Hello, I am Li Xiangzhi, and I made an appointment with representative Gu Qiaona to meet today." Li Xiangzhi stepped forward a few steps and said politely.

Hearing that the customer had made an appointment with the boss, the receptionist looked down at the affairs records, and immediately smiled brighter and said, "Ah, Ms. Li, please come with me." He guided Zhang Muzi's family to take the elevator to the sixth floor, and passed along the corridor by several offices full of teachers who were preparing for class, and came to the door of a room with the nameplate of the 'Representative Council' at the innermost part.

On Yuantai Island, the operators of the tutoring industry generally call themselves principals or directors to show that the business they do is different from general business, not to make money but to ‘educate and become talented’;

However, because the real educator has a very high social status, the boss of the Education Center consciously does not dare to regard himself as a principal. Instead, like the operator of an ordinary company number, he uses titles such as president, president, representative director, and chairman according to the different equity structure.

According to Zhang Muzi's conjecture, in the "Ludu" Seoul district of the Republic of China, Gu Qiaona, who has a considerable "supplement education center" or an industrialist with a temperament, dressed almost the same as her mother, and was soft on the outside and hard on the inside;

Or a very serious and capable strong woman.

But unexpectedly, after entering the ‘Representative Council’, what he saw was a bloated figure, wearing a simple clothes like a home-based woman, a pair of square tortoiseshell glasses on his chubby round face. He sat in a narrow office that was only four square meters, surrounded by a pile of documents and lesson plans. Behind him was a "aunt" with four ink-brush banners written with "Pengcheng Wanli".

The reality that was so different from imagination made Zhang Muzi stunned, but the voice of his mother greeting sounded in his ears, "Jona, long time no see. Every time I see you, you are busy with work in full spirit, it's really enviable. No wonder your career is getting more and more successful. Now I've 'swallowed' the entire building."

"That's not as good as your business and Hanmin's business. I heard that your fourth 're-tutoring center' is about to open." Gu Qiaona stood up from the chair and said politely, shook hands with Li Xiangzhi and Zhang Hanmin, pointing to Zhang Muzi standing beside him and said with a smile: "Xiangzhi, this is your son, you are a very lucky young man at first glance."

"This kid is really lucky," Li Xiangzhi thought of the 10,000 yuan worth of his son's inheritance, and nodded unconsciously, and then said: "It's just that I'm spoiled. I haven't worked for a day since I was a child, and I don't read books seriously. I've been fascinated by collecting monster models all day long. Now it's the most critical time to be in the third grade of high school, and I'm still living a life of scattering.

It's really embarrassing to say that his father and I are a little famous person in the "tutoring industry" in Yuanbei City, but we can't even control our own son, so we can only send him far away to you. I hope we can force him to make a final sprint. Even if we are on the list of an ordinary public university, we will be satisfied."

The most difficult thing for parents is that they don’t want their son to be treated with strange eyes. So Li Xiangzhi hid Zhang Muzi because she avoided the "Yuntai" police's message and went to "Korean and North Korea" to study, but instead fabricated a reason that was full of flaws.

Fortunately, Gu Qiaona has been in charge of the education industry for 20 years. She has received tens of thousands of students. She has seen all the strange reasons for the young people sent by her parents. So she did not arouse suspicion. Instead, she comforted Li Xiangzhi and said with a little proud pride: "Business is to manage a business, and being a parent is to be a parent. How can two things be mixed together?

I know many very famous tutors from famous schools, and the directors of the level department can't teach their children well. In fact, if I hadn't seen this too much and had been strict with the four children in my family since I was a child, they wouldn't have all been admitted to such a good university."

"Yes, I really regret not educating my children well as you did when I was young." Although I did not agree with Gu Qiaona's way of education that lacked humanity for her children, because Zhang Muzi was about to stay at her house, Li Xiangzhi could only agree insincerely.

"Xiangzhi, your son is only nineteen years old, and it's not too late to educate him well now," said Gu Qiaona with a smile. "I have already organized him into the strongest teacher class in our 'Supplement Education Center' high school. As long as the level is not too bad, there should be no problem to be admitted to a public university."

"That's great, Jona, haven't you always planned to open a branch of 'Kaitu's supplementary education' in the 'Round Platform'? As long as Muzi can get into a public university, I will definitely support this plan." Li Xiangzhi said solemnly.

The "supplementary education industry" in the Republic of China has developed thrivingly to date. It seems that customers are increasing year by year, but in fact, the "cake" in the market has been distributed. From the Korean and North Korean peninsula to the "round platform" requires more than just his own strength. Therefore, when hearing this unexpected promise, Gu Qiaona's eyes lit up, half a joke;

He said half-seriously: "Xiangzhi, it seems that you really doting on your son. For his studies, he actually used his 'career' to tempt me to work hard."

In fact, if Zhang Muzi had not inherited Shenluo Island, Li Xiangzhi would never have made such a generous promise, but now she was surprised to Gu Qiaona, and she just smiled silently.

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Chapter completed!