"Why don't you please take a look at what's inside and then make a decision."

Gu Weijing took out a large folder from his schoolbag and handed it to Uncle Alai.

He originally just had a guess, but after hearing Uncle Alai's story, he was already 70% or 80% sure.

"It's not just painting, is it? Actually, I'm not that artistic."

The gatekeeper was obviously not in high spirits.

He patiently took the folder and glanced at it, ready to reject this young man who was licking his face and rubbing it hard.

Just look at it like this,

Uncle Alai was really stunned.

"The student status was actually transferred the day before yesterday. The dean asked me to tell you personally that Jasmine can go to Baixiang Primary School next week."

Gu Weijing smiled and tapped the table with his fingertips.

There was a thick stack of documents in the folder, but the first page was a transfer notice from Baixiang Primary School in Burmese.

The white elephant and the lion are the national totems of Myanmar, similar to the iron-eating beast to Eastern Xia and the bald eagle to North America.

It is not difficult to guess what kind of elementary school it is named after White Elephant.

It is not a private school, and it is more difficult to get into than private schools that you can attend if you have money.

White Elephant Primary School is the best municipal public primary school in Yangon. Its reputation is about the same as that of Dulwich College, but it has a stronger political meaning. The tuition fee is only a fraction of that of a private school. It has excellent teacher resources and the funding expenses are almost entirely funded by

The government is responsible.

Kou Kou's alma mater is Baixiang Primary School. When she was in middle school, she wanted to learn painting, so she went to Dulwich College, which had professional art classes.

"You have arranged for Jasmine to enter school!" Uncle Alai said in a surprised tone.

What kind of good school can the children of a poor orphanage go to?

Not to mention the drug orphans here, many of them have congenital diseases. Even for normal children, the cost of books and tuition is a huge burden.

On the surface, Yang has a ten-year compulsory education, but the gap between the rich and the poor is huge, incomes are generally low, and schooling is under great pressure.

On the one hand, there are eight aristocratic schools in Yangon alone, such as Deulwich College, with tuition fees of thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars per semester, run by European and American international private education groups.

On the other hand, for ordinary families to go to a relatively good public school, they have to rely on connections.

Children from normal families who drop out of school every year due to family reasons or because they cannot afford to pay the textbook fee, which is only about ten dollars, are like those who have crossed the river.

Jasmine was taught more by Uncle Alai himself.

He has a very high level of education, but he is not professional in teaching children.

Moreover, being able to go to an excellent primary school with peers can have psychological and psychological benefits for children that are by no means comparable to studying with an uncle in an orphanage.

When Uncle Alai was in a high position more than ten years ago, it was just a phone call away.

Nowadays, people take tea to cool down, but there is nothing they can do about it.

If it were other schools, Alai might not care so much, but he wanted the little girl with AIDS in the orphanage to go to the best public primary school in Myanmar.

He also knew how much connections he needed to make and how many connections he needed to make.

The janitor looked at the page and wanted to say no, but he was stuck in his throat and couldn't say a word.

"Brother Gu, Jasmine will be very happy if you take the trouble." Alai read the admission notice page for more than ten seconds before saying slowly.

It was just a pen drawing,

Alaidu was asked to bow respectfully and thank Gu Weijing. At this time, facing this notice, he could not say any words of gratitude.

He was too embarrassed to even say thank you,

The word "thank you" is too pale and too cheap.

This kind of favor can no longer be repaid with a sincere thank you.

"Actually, I didn't bother much, and the government officials didn't give me face." Gu Weijing shook his head.

What Gu Weijing said is true.

This student status was conveniently given to him after he applied for the reform approval document.

In order to show its importance, when going through the formalities, the Yangon City Government actually sent a government representative to accompany Gu Weijing throughout the process, and also asked Gu Weijing if he had any other needs.

Gu Weijing just mentioned it in passing. He didn't have high hopes and was planning to send Jasmine to a nearby private primary school. Who knew it would actually happen?

All officials have a delicate heart.

They probably wanted to please Chen Shenglin, but they were also afraid that Gu Weijing, a little Bodhisattva with the big boss's phone number, might report another black case to Boss Chen.

"It's just that Jasmine needs to submit a medical certificate to the school doctor every month that the amount of viral vector replication in her body is within the safe limit and that she is not contagious. And if she wants to stay, she has to live in a special single dormitory. There is nothing else."

"understand."

Uncle Alai nodded.

After all, Jasmine has AIDS. Although under modern cocktail therapy, the probability of infection is actually very low, there are many powerful children in the school, so the school should be concerned.

He looked at Gu Weijing again, and said solemnly with great gratitude: "Thank you for your trouble."

"Don't feel like you owe me anything. This is my gift to little Jasmine. She has always been a good and well-behaved model."

"No, a favor is a favor."

Uncle Alai looked struggling, looking at the piece of paper, gritting his teeth, as if he wanted to say something.

"Why don't you take a look at the document at the back? This is the gift I really want to impress you with," Gu Weijing prompted.

later?

Uncle Alai turned over the page of the admission notice and found that underneath it was an agreement in English.

[About the relevant application form, registration certificate and draft articles of association for the registration of the "Jasmine" Charitable Foundation], the title of the article in the English agreement reads like this.

Uncle Alai was stunned again.
Chapter completed!