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Chapter 912 Hai Mei’s Difficulties

Zhao Haimei looked at Lin Nianhe, rubbed her ears again, and asked uncertainly: "What did you say?"

Lin Nianhe repeated Mr. Ren's words, and finally said: "Haimei, you are not polite. If you have any questions, just ask them. Now Mr. Ren wants to keep you in the research institute in Beijing. If you don't make your request at this time, how long will it take?" ?”

What Lin Nianhe did not say was that if Mr. Ren insisted on staying, she would have no choice but to accept it unless Zhao Haimei gave up the assigned job like her.

But what can Zhao Haimei do after she refuses to assign work?

Going to be a private teacher in high school?
You don't need to think about it to know that the treatment must be incomparable to being a researcher in a research institute.

Zhao Haimei looked at Lin Nianhe, picked her fingers and whispered: "Actually... the main reason why I want to go back to my hometown is because of my father. My father got the root of the disease when he was mining, and he has been taking medicine and medical treatment over the years..."

"I am the only child in my family. What if I don't go back to take care of my parents?"

Lin Nianhe finally understood why Zhao Haimei had been having such a hard time over the past few years.

Zhao Haimei smiled bitterly and said: "Actually, I know that if I report my family situation, the boss will probably allocate a house to me. But Nianhe, even if I have a house and can bring my parents to the capital, I can't afford to support them at all." They, do you understand?”

The Zhao family's parents still have a few acres of land to maintain food and clothing at home. What should they do in the city?
They have neither income nor food stamps. With Zhao Haimei working alone, she cannot afford food, drink and medical expenses for her two elders.

Lin Nianhe thought for a while and asked, "How is Auntie's health? Can she work?"

"What do you mean?" Zhao Haimei thought of Lin Nianhe's business almost instantly. She waved her hands and said, "Nianhe, I know you want to help me, but I can't let you arrange work for my mother. I can't let you help me. Foster parents."

"Who said I want to help you support your parents," Lin Nianhe said, "The institute is not just for researchers. We need people in the canteen and cleaning. If Auntie can work, why don't we let Mr. Ren take care of Auntie's work as well?" Is it enough for your family of three to live in the capital?"

Zhao Haimei was stunned.

"Is this okay?"

“If you don’t talk about it, you’ll never know if it will work.”

Lin Nianhe had a lot of experience with this: "When it comes to price negotiation, you ask for a high price and the other party counter-offers. If you don't even dare to raise the price, how do you know whether the other party can accept it?"

Zhao Haimei was moved by this.

If you have the salary of two people, you can certainly afford the living needs of a family of three, and the hospitals in Beijing are also better. Maybe you can give your father better treatment...

Moreover, what she had hidden in her heart and never said was that she actually wanted to stay in the institute.

Lin Nianhe saw her shaken expression and took her hand directly: "Let's go, let's go find Mr. Ren right now."

"what?"

Zhao Haimei was a little panicked: "Nianhe, do you want to think about it again? I'll think about it again..."

"Don't think about it, strike while the iron is hot."

On the way to the physics building, Lin Nianhe made a battle plan for Zhao Haimei - don't talk, just cry.

Zhao Haimei was really about to cry.

Because she can't cry!

Lin Nianhe dragged her and knocked on Mr. Ren's office door.

Mr. Ren was still busy when he heard the knock on the door and said "come in" without raising his head.

"Teacher Ren," Lin Nianhe pushed the door open and said straight to the point, "I brought Hai Mei."

Zhao Haimei followed Lin Nianhe and whispered uneasily: "Hello, Teacher Ren." In fact, she rarely communicated with Mr. Ren. Occasionally she met him on campus and just asked him how he was.

She was not as bold as Lin Nianhe, nor did she have the confidence to do this.

Mr. Ren smiled and nodded towards Zhao Haimei, then looked at Lin Nianhe with questioning eyes.

Lin Nianhe held Zhao Haimei's hand, wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes, and said, "Mr. Ren, it's not that Haimei doesn't want to stay in the institute, but the family really has no choice..."

She recounted Zhao Haimei's family affairs with added detail.

Zhao Haimei was a little stunned when she heard this - is she really so miserable? I didn’t think so before!
Zhao Haimei's eyes were really red this time.

She remembered her father coughing all night and being unable to sleep, and her mother's gray hair and face that was far older than her peers.

She looked at Mr. Ren with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

Maybe, it really can?
Mr. Ren was quite moved when he heard this.

As a teacher, he has helped students with family difficulties over the past few years, both overtly and covertly. However, no teacher's conversation showed that Zhao Haimei was in need of help.

This little girl stubbornly shouldered the burden of the family.

Mr. Ren took a deep breath after listening to Lin Nianhe's narration. He looked at Zhao Haimei and said, "I'm sorry. It's me, the head of the department, who didn't have a thorough understanding of the student's situation and couldn't help you in time."

He now feels that Zhao Haimei is a rare talent.

Just imagine, a student who spends almost all his spare time copying manuscripts to make money can still keep his grades among the top ten in his grade.

What would she achieve if she devoted herself to her studies?
Zhao Haimei didn't expect that the dean of the department would actually apologize to her, and she suddenly panicked. She shook her head repeatedly, not knowing what to say.

Mr. Ren thought for a moment and said: "On behalf of the school, I can help you explain the situation to the institute, apply for a house, and then send your mother... Is your mother capable of working?"

Zhao Haimei was still in a panic and did not answer immediately after hearing this.

Lin Nianhe quickly shook her hand and pulled her back from her thoughts.

Zhao Haimei came to her senses and nodded immediately: "Yes, my mother cultivates the land at home. Although my father has a cough, he can still do some light work."

Mr. Ren nodded: "That's good. I will propose to the institute to let your mother work. If they don't have a suitable job for your mother, then Peking University still has many positions that need people. In short-"

"Kid, stay here. The teacher will definitely help you solve your problem."

Mr. Ren looked at Zhao Haimei, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, kind and tolerant.

Zhao Haimei's tears suddenly fell down.

She covered her mouth and couldn't believe her ears.

"I, I..." She wiped her tears in a panic, her voice trembling, "What should I do?"

"You just need to use your talents and knowledge and use the knowledge you have learned in the construction of the motherland."

Mr. Ren stood up, walked to Zhao Haimei, smiled and patted her shoulder.

Zhao Haimei looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar dean of the department in front of her and nodded vigorously.

"Yes!"

"I will definitely...definitely be able to do it!"