Yan Conglong took the lighter and took it in his hand and looked at it carefully before returning it to Song Baojun.

When he spoke, he felt a little more emotion in his tone: "Put it away, this thing is precious. The military supplies produced in 1982 are specially supplied to the soldiers on the Vietnamese front line. It is still the original version. There are not many left in the world. I used to have one, but later it was my incompetent son to play with it. I don't know where it went. It's a pity."

Song Baojun smiled slightly and put it in his pocket. He thought that it would be enough to give the lighter directly to you based on your words from Director Yan. But this was my father's military item many years ago, but it was inconvenient to give it to someone.

Yan Conglong asked again: "Come here to receive the bonus? Oh, by the way, I heard that you participated in the October Gala the night before yesterday and achieved great success. You played the piano with great success. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to participate that day, and later I heard from my colleagues that you are very awesome!"

"Hosts are insignificant." Song Baojun scratched his head, showing his shy humility after being praised by his elders at the right time.

Fortunately, Yan Conglong didn't go to appreciate the performance on the spot, otherwise just listening to his "hobby", he would probably have to jump up and scold people on the spot. Why? You kid's piano playing is even more outrageous than a real master, but he claims to be a hobby and he still calls him alive? You are so pretentious, I won't beat you to death!

"The school has awarded you a special program award, and I haven't heard of this award yet. By the way, what are the plans for getting the 50,000 yuan bonus?" Yan Conglong smiled and said, "I heard about your family situation. It's not a wealthy family. You must save it well and don't imitate other children."

"Yes, I keep Director Yan's teachings in mind and dare not forget them." A trace of doubt flashed through Song Baojun's heart. Teacher Yang clearly said 10,000 yuan, but how did Director Yan's mouth turn into 50,000 yuan?

Yan Conglong patted his shoulder and smiled and said, "Okay, I won't stop you from being excited. Go and get the money quickly. At the end of the period, I'll cheer you on."

"Thank you Director Yan for your encouragement."

Song Baojun walked into Yang Kaiming's office with questions.

This office is not as good as Yan Conglong's single luxury room. It is a larger office, which is used by several tutors who have not received professional titles in Chinese. A total of four desks are separated by transparent glass, surrounded by thick iron filing cabinets and bookcases. They are extremely messy everywhere, filled with books, documents and paper.

During lunch time, the other tutors had left, only Yang Kaiming was sitting at the desk and flipping through documents. The hanging electric fan above his head was rotating. It was mid-October, and the autumn tiger was still raging from time to time.

"Oh, Song Baojun, are you here?" Yang Kaiming pushed his legs in the glasses, stood up, pulled open a wooden backrest chair next to him, and "Sit down."

Song Baojun sat down as he said.

Yang Kaiming was quite happy and smiled and said, "Xiao Song, it's not me who said you, with such a talent for music, why didn't you say it earlier?"

In fact, Song Baojun also notified Yang Kaiming about studying at the Conservatory of Music, but he didn’t have much intuitive impression at the time. I expected that he just studied one more major? It’s no big deal!

It was not until the program caused a huge sensation at Saturday's evening party that even the vice principal inquired about the whereabouts of the student, which scared Yang Kaiming.

"I was lucky. I didn't expect that my condition that night was like injecting stimulants, and my performance was far beyond my usual level." Song Baojun was as modest as ever. "I would like to say that thanks to Teacher Yang for his guidance and support. Without Teacher Yang's hard work, I would not have achieved what I have today. A person's success requires 99% sweat and one percent talent, and half of this 99% sweat is due to the teacher's guidance."

The appreciation on Yang Kaiming's face became more and more obvious. He had seen all kinds of students, some were arrogant, some were shy and introverted, and some had secondary secondary disease 24 hours a day, but it was rare for students who were as sensible as Song Baojun's speech.

"You are too modest, haha." Yang Kaiming turned around and opened the filing cabinet with the key, took out an envelope and a red envelope certificate, and said, "You walked too fast that night, and everyone couldn't find you. Later, the award was collected by the head of the department, and then handed over to me for safekeeping."

The big red gold stamping certificate, the bulging envelope, what is dazzling on the table, and there is also a form.

"The bonus of 10,000 yuan and a certificate. You can sign a name here." Yang Kaiming pointed to the form.

Song Baojun remembered Yan Conglong's words and asked jokingly: "Why did I hear that there is a bonus of 50,000 yuan? Is the remaining 40,000 yuan a donation to the widowed elderly man on my behalf?"

Yang Kaiming let out a scream, almost knocking over the teacup, and his face suddenly looked very bad.

Seeing the head teacher's attitude, Song Baojun was in a clear mind and said, "Is it true? I wonder which elderly widows are there any list? Did the donor write my name?" His tone suddenly became cold.

"Don't worry, I'll wait a few days before explaining to you." Yang Kaiming sat back on the chair and looked at the otaku's gaze. "You don't think I've swallowed this money? I, Yang Kaiming, have been a teacher for ten years and cannot be said to be advanced. I will never make mistakes. At the award ceremony, a lot of people knew the amount of this money. How dare I be greedy?"

Song Baojun felt that this was reasonable and smiled and said, "How could I misunderstand Teacher Yang? I asked casually."

Yang Kaiming said: "Director He gave me only 10,000 yuan in bonuses. He told me that Xiao Song is a little talented, but the key is to rely on the cultivation of the Chinese Department. Without the full support of the Chinese Department and the efforts behind his Director He, we will definitely not win the special program award."

Song Baojun pursed his lips tightly and did not respond.

Yang Kaiming stood up and poured him a cup of pure water with a paper cup, saying, "Director He believes that, for public or private, both bonuses and honors should be attributed to the collective, not individuals. Your success is the result of collective efforts. If there is no Chinese department, you will not get anything... Note that this is Director He's original words. He said that the evening party will give you a special prize alone, which is a bit unfair to other teachers and students in the Chinese department."

Song Baojun handed Teacher Yang a cigarette. Yang Kaiming waved his hand: "Sorry, I don't smoke. As a leader of the Chinese Department, Director He believes that the bonus should belong to the public administration of the Chinese Department. Of course, as a performer, you can get a part of the reward, which is only this ten thousand yuan. The remaining amount Director He has made other arrangements, which may be used as compensation for other teachers."

Song Baojun lit the cigarette and took a deep breath, then threw the cigarette butt to the ground and said, "This old dog He Jianmin is too bullying!" The cigarette butts splashed everywhere and rolled to the corner.

Yang Kaiming smiled bitterly: "I don't think it's right, but he is the leader. He says whatever he says. What can I do?"

Song Baojun laughed and said, "I went on stage to perform alone, so why is it unfair to other teachers and students in the Chinese department? My musical talent comes from my diligent study and practice. The Chinese department only teaches Chinese. What does it have to do with collective efforts? He Jianmin, an old guy, really can be nonsense."

Yang Kaiming wanted to speak but stopped and said, "I feel that Director He has a prejudice against you. When he mentions you, his face always looks... that, very ugly."

"The bonus was awarded to me by the party organizing committee, and no other organization or individual has the right to interfere." Song Baojun grabbed the envelope and the award certificate, and smiled faintly, "Teacher Yang, thank you for telling me this."

"Hey, Xiao Song, don't make trouble with your leader! Director He did this for collective consideration, and he is not embezzling your personal property."

Teacher Yang owed his body and added: "Well, Director He has a big backstage. If you really expose this to the school leaders, it may be difficult for me to be a human being, and you may not be able to continue studying in college. Listen to me, let's forget about this, you will get a 10,000 yuan bonus anyway. It's better to be a favor and add political achievements to Director He. At the end of the period, I'll help you apply for a scholarship. I don't think he will object. For three consecutive years, 40,000 yuan is equivalent to getting it back?"

Song Baojun was unwilling to continue to argue, and his fingers beat the table with rhythmic sound, making a sound, saying, "Teacher Yang, was He Jianmin who asked you to say this to me?"

Yang Kaiming leaned back and sat in the chair and said, "Oh, I'm actually doing it for your own good. The bonus is not too much, nor too little. But Director He has a background. As long as he is happy, you may not have to worry about taking the postgraduate entrance examination in the future. Think about it, what a big future is this? Others may not be able to pass the exam after taking the exam for two years or three years.

Song Baojun smiled and said, "Then please tell He Jianmin that it doesn't matter if I take the postgraduate entrance exam or not, he may not be able to make a living."

After leaving the office building, Song Baojun was filled with anger.

The bonus awarded to individuals by the party organizing committee, you, He Jianmin, wiped out half of it under the banner of collective. What does it mean?

Last time he went to the Education Department to explain the situation, He Jianmin tried every means to fire himself.

He Jianmin refused to go to study at the Conservatory of Music.

This time, I just robbed 80% of the bonus and didn't even say hello!

Song Baojun didn't know why He Jianmin was targeting him, but what is certain was that the conflict between him and He Jianmin was irreconcilable.

It is not appropriate to make a decision in anger. Song Baojun finally suppressed the idea of ​​reporting to the school leaders and rode his bicycle back to the dormitory.

Open the computer that has not been moved since the awakening of the Thirty-Two Personality, log in to the school website and read it slowly.

The computer has been eliminated for many years and is extremely slow. In order to repay the debt, Tan Qingkai pleaded the computer and the audio to Tan Qingkai. Tan Qingkai didn't move much, but only occasionally used it to log in to the game account of "World of Devils and the Beast" to hang up.
Chapter completed!