Hello, Mr. Mo

Chapter 37 Song Liang's Request

"It's like this, I, I want you to tell the school leaders, can it be cheaper, after all, our family's economy is not good now, and in the previous period, our children did not go to service classes." Song Liangyue said more and more dissatisfied Excuse me.

"This seems to be very troublesome." Mo Zhicheng said worriedly.

After all, he is just an ordinary teacher, and he can't say anything in front of the leader.

"Forget it then." Hearing what Mo Zhicheng said, Song Liang's eyes showed disappointment, and that dejected look made Mo Zhicheng feel pain in his heart for no reason.

Just when Song Liang turned to leave, Mo Zhicheng couldn't see it, so he couldn't help saying something. "I'll ask the school leaders for you tomorrow."

"Really? Thank you so much, Teacher Mo." Song Liang called out happily.

"However, I don't know if it's useful to tell the leader." Mo Zhicheng gave Song Liang a "vaccination" in advance.

"If it can be cheaper, we are all happy." Song Liang said.

Mo Zhicheng thought that what Song Liang said was also reasonable. Song Liang's two children did not attend the service class in the previous period. It was reasonable, and the school should reduce part of the money.

If each student charges 500 yuan for service fees for a semester, then Song Liang's children will be fine with 400 yuan.

Song Liang has two children, so he can save 200 yuan a semester.

"I'll do my best, anyway, don't hold out too much hope." Mo Zhicheng said.

"Mr. Mo, I heard that you have taught at Nine Elementary School for nearly 20 years. No matter how you say it is an old qualification, I think the school leaders will give you face." Song Liang was full of hope.

Song Liang didn't know anyone in the city, especially Mo Zhicheng was the teacher of Ninth Primary School, who else would he look for if he didn't ask Mo Zhicheng?

Hearing Song Liang's praise, Mo Zhicheng felt a little sweet in his heart. "Song Liang, you go back first, if there is any news, I will tell you."

"Thank you, Teacher Mo." Song Liang took two steps back, bowed to Mo Zhicheng, and went downstairs.

Mo Zhicheng shook his head and closed the door.

The next day, after Mo Zhicheng finished class, he went to the Teaching Office to find Director He Zhitong.

Seeing Mo Zhicheng approaching, He Zhitong raised his head and asked, "Mr. Mo, not all students in your class have signed up for after-school services. How are you doing?"

"Those students told me just now that they will stay to attend the service class in the afternoon." Mo Zhicheng said.

In fact, this is just a service, not a class.

But now Huang Mingjiao and other teachers are teaching in the after-school service class first, so everyone calls it a service class.

He Zhitong repeatedly told all the class teachers that if any parents asked, they would say that the whole class is now there and everyone asked for more classes, so the teacher took more.

"Well, you've finally come to your senses. Although we are urging students to come and participate in after-school services, everything is for the benefit of the students. Students who attend more classes will definitely get better grades." He Zhitong said earnestly.

"Oh." Mo Zhicheng replied noncommittally.

"Also, the school... No, that off-campus institution has already calculated the service fee, 500 yuan a semester, you remember to ask those students to pay the money quickly." He Zhitong repeated the matter of collecting money.

Mo Zhicheng nodded, and then asked: "Director He, I have a neighbor who came from the countryside. He has two children studying in our No. [-] Primary School. He only participated in the after-school service yesterday. I wonder if we can make them less Pay some service fees?"

"What do you mean by that?" He Zhitong stared at Mo Zhicheng.

"He, isn't his child missing school for a while, and it seems to be okay to pay a little less money." Mo Zhicheng said falteringly.

If it was someone else, Mo Zhicheng didn't want to say such things for him.

But Song Liang came from the countryside to work in the city, and he still rents a house, which is not easy.

He Zhi was so angry that he patted the table and said, "It's their business to miss a period of time. How can we reduce it? Anyway, it's 500 yuan a semester. Even if they go to the last day, they have to pay 500 yuan. At that time, the school said Let everyone sign up as much as possible, why don't they sign up?"

He Zhitong would not make such an opening, because some students in the school only recently participated in after-school services.If some of Mo Zhicheng's neighbors get their way, the other parents will also have to reduce the exemption, so what's the deal?

"Aren't they poor? It's not easy coming from the countryside." Mo Zhicheng sighed.

Although the life of their family is average, it is better than that of Song Liang's family. At least they have meat for every meal.

I heard from my mother that Deng Xiaoying sometimes bought some meat for the children, but neither of them ate meat.

"So what if it's not easy? Why don't they go back to the countryside to study? Why come to the city to join in the fun?" He Zhitong sneered, "Since you come to the city to study, you must abide by the rules of the city. Also, you Mo Zhicheng What kind of a good person, where does the sympathy come from?"

"I..." Mo Zhicheng was speechless.

"In addition, think about your own weight. You are just an ordinary teacher, do you dare to direct me, the director, to do things?" He Zhitong became more and more angry.

In Jiuxiaoli, everyone didn't take Mo Zhicheng seriously.

But I didn't expect that Mo Zhicheng would dare to make irresponsible remarks on him today, which made him so angry.

"Director He, I'm not directing you to do things, I'm just here to report to you." Mo Zhicheng said with a bitter face.

"Get out now." He Zhitong pointed at the door.

Seeing that He Zhitong was angry, Mo Zhicheng didn't say anything more, and walked outside.

It seems that I can't help Song Liang.

In the evening, Song Liang came to look for Mo Zhicheng again and asked if he had asked the school leaders about his child's exemption.

Mo Zhicheng said embarrassedly: "Song Liang, I'm sorry, I asked the school leader, but he disagreed."

"Can't you lose even a penny?" Song Liang didn't give up.

Mo Zhicheng shook his head and said, "The leader said no."

"Oh, forget it." Song Liang sighed deeply, and walked downstairs slowly.

The child's class teacher is urging him to pay the service fee. If he doesn't pay it tomorrow, the child will be questioned by the class teacher again.

Therefore, no matter how hard he is, he can't let the child suffer the slightest grievance.

The electric lights on the stairs were a bit dim, making Song Liang's figure blurry.

Mo Zhicheng closed the door helplessly and returned to the room.

"What did Song Liang ask you for?" Yang Yujuan asked.

"He wants to reduce the child's service fee." Mo Zhicheng felt as if something was blocked in his heart, a little uncomfortable, so he told Yang Yujuan what happened, including He Zhitong's refusal.

Yang Yujuan blamed Mo Zhicheng: "Are you saying you are stupid or not? How could the school open up such a thing? If you go to tell the leader about this kind of thing, you must be asking for boredom. I guess He Zhitong has a more impressive impression of you. Bad, you will be more angry at school in the future."

It must be very troublesome for a leader to have opinions on his subordinates.

(End of this chapter)