Forty has a hurdle

Chapter 9 Registration
After arguing in the community that night, the couple didn't mention the matter of opening a store again.

Zhao Hongming is still running around in various companies in Jiangcheng, but the ending is the same.

Either the company doesn't want him, or he doesn't like the company.

After going back and forth, it was the day when Zhao Huan started school.

"Dad, look, there are so many people!"

On this day, a family of three came to Qixing Experimental Middle School to report to Zhao Huan.

After arriving at the school gate, Zhao Huan said happily.

Zhao Hongming patted his son on the shoulder and said dotingly, "Haha, hurry up, let's hurry up and see which class Huanhuan is in."

Two hours later, after completing all the formalities, the family sat in a milk tea shop sweating profusely.

"Huanhuan, you can remember your classroom, school will officially start tomorrow, don't go to the wrong classroom."

Qin Yali exhorted.

"Got it, got it, I'm not a kid anymore, how could I even go to the wrong classroom?" Zhao Huan was very dissatisfied with her mother's redundant reminder.

"Honey, I know the tuition fee of [-] yuan, but he charges [-] yuan for the clothing fee? Isn't that a little too much? Look, there's another [-] yuan fee. What is this?"

Zhao Hongming sat on the side, took out the receipt of the payment just now, and said with some dissatisfaction.

In his cognition, isn't a student's clothing just a school uniform?It's only two or three hundred yuan.

But Qixing actually charged two thousand here. When he paid the money just now, if there were not too many people, he would have wanted to argue with the person who charged the fee.

"You don't have enough knowledge! The school uniforms of Qixing Middle School are all custom-made by famous brand manufacturers. This is not a set price. It has spring, summer and winter clothes!"

Regarding this point, Qin Yali found out clearly, and explained with a smile.

"Do you think that children going to school today are still like ours? A schoolbag and a few books can last a semester. You, this era is improving, and education is also improving!" Seeing that her husband was still a little annoyed, Qin Yali couldn't help comforting her.

"But this progress is too outrageous. Just now I heard from other parents that the total cost of middle schools in Beicheng District is less than one thousand!" Zhao Hongming said angrily.

"That can't be compared. Beicheng District Middle School is public, and Qixing is private. You have never been to Beicheng District Middle School. It is not as good as Qixing in terms of hardware facilities, let alone the quality of teachers.

Most of the teachers on Qixing's side are graduates from famous normal universities. They are young and full of vitality.Unlike in Beicheng District, some teachers are close to retirement, and they are still teaching the graduating class of the third year of junior high school!How can that energy teach good students?"

When it comes to education, Qin Yali naturally knows it all.

This is the difference between private secondary schools and public schools.

In private schools like Qixing, grades are their only standard for running a school. Teachers’ salaries are linked to their grades. If they teach well, their salaries will naturally be high, but their grades will not improve.

Although public schools also implement performance appraisal, it is much gentler than the private appraisal system. As long as you don't lose your job, you can deduct money.

"The point is, we came to Qixing to go to the key high schools in Hanzhou. Beicheng District Middle School is cheaper, but that doesn't guarantee that Huanhuan can be admitted to the key high schools!"

In Qin Yali's heart, this is the ultimate goal of Qixing.

"Only good high schools"

"Only by going to a good university can you find a good job in the future!"

Unexpectedly, Qin Yali's words just came out, Zhao Hongming and Zhao Huan looked at each other, and then answered in unison.

"Hahahaha!"

"You two are poor."

Zhao Hongming and his son were staggering from laughter.

Qin Yali's educational point of view has been repeated many times, and the ears of both of them are almost callused.

After such an interruption, Zhao Hongming didn't talk about money anymore.

The three of them chatted and laughed at the milk tea shop and went home after drinking the milk tea. At Qixing Middle School at this moment, there are still many parents and students coming, and everyone has excited smiles on their faces.

It seems that after entering Qixing Middle School, the future of the students must be bright.

In the evening, after helping Zhao Huan prepare school supplies, Qin Yali and her husband also returned to the bedroom.

Tomorrow, not only Zhao Huan will start school, but Qin Yali's own school will also start simultaneously.

Only Zhao Hongming was left idle at home.

Qin Yali was applying a facial mask in front of the dressing table, while Zhao Hongming was leaning on the bed with his mobile phone and kept lighting something.

"What are you doing?" Qin Yali raised her head curiously.

"Honey, I've done the math. I just want to open a snack bar. It doesn't need to be too big, and I don't need to hire people. I can support it by myself, and it only costs 5 yuan at most." Zhao Hongming said a little nervously.

Hearing her husband bring this up again, Qin Yali became furious and said, "5 yuan? What are you thinking? How can you open a store with 5 yuan? Besides, where do you go to find 5 yuan?" !"

Facing his angry wife, Zhao Hongming was not in a hurry, and patiently began to settle the accounts, "I still have more than 3 yuan in compensation, and the family's reserve fund remains unchanged. I borrowed 6 yuan from my credit card, and [-] yuan is enough. .”

"No, I don't agree, I said Zhao Hongming, co-author, you not only want to use up your little compensation, but also want to borrow money! Can't you do other things?"

Qin Yali stood up abruptly and said loudly.

"Wife, listen to me, I can repay the money on the credit card in installments. As for Huanhuan's tuition fee, don't you have to wait until next year to pay for the second time? By then, my store will definitely be profitable. , will not be without money to pay.

As for the house loan, first use your salary to repay it, three months, no, two months, I will definitely have income. "

Zhao Hongming saw that his wife had begun to show signs of losing his temper, and he didn't mind, but repeatedly emphasized that he would definitely be able to make money by opening a store.

Seeing her husband acting like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, Qin Yali was in a hurry, "Zhao Hongming, you don't know how the physical store has been in the past two years. Don't you know why you were fired? Even you Big companies can’t make ends meet, why do you think that your store will be booming as soon as it opens, and why you can definitely make money that others can’t make?

Do you think that only you have the craft, and others don't? "

In Qin Yali's heart, although her husband's cooking skills are good, in the economic environment of the past two years, countless physical stores have closed down.

Zhao Hongming has no funds, no experience in opening a store, and no reputation. Qin Yali thinks it is impossible to make money in this environment.

"Anyway, we don't need to talk about opening a store anyway. Now that the compensation is in my hands, you can borrow money to open this store if you have the ability!" Qin Yali said harshly.

The husband's thoughts must be suppressed to death.

The compensation card is in her own hands, and her husband can't get the spare money. According to Qin Yali's understanding of her husband, it is absolutely impossible for her husband to borrow money without her consent.

"Hey! Hey! What are you doing?"

Seeing Qin Yali walking out while hugging her pillow, Zhao Hongming was also anxious.

"I don't want to see you." Qin Yali snorted coldly and slammed the door shut.

"Ugh!"

Zhao Hongming sat on the bed, rubbed his face fiercely with his hands, and fell powerlessly on the bed.

(End of this chapter)