The Daily Life of the Immortal King

In the past two days, Zhuo Yi has been busy with one thing, which is the government charitable fund assistance for poor students in the urban area. The entire charity fund is jointly constructed by a number of large enterprises, among which Huaguo Water Curtain Group is one of them. And now, the fund assistance program is being piloted in Peiyuan District by coincidence. Therefore, when Zhuo Yi saw Wang Ling's name on the aid list, he was stunned...

Wang Ling's name was approved by Principal Chen after Teacher Pan applied to the dean. After all, the entire No. 60 High School knew how "bad" the situation at Wang Ling's family was. In an era when housing prices were not so expensive, one could not afford to live in a school district room in the city, and every day to go to school, one had to get up early and late to go to school by taking a two-hour hearse from the suburbs to the school... Even when I participated in the spirit sword exchange meeting, I couldn't bring out one. A decent spirit sword.

According to the summary of the poor student declaration form submitted by Mr. Pan, it is six words: miserable and miserable...

Zhuo Yi has always had a deep affection for Wang Ling, the young master... So he is very careful about this matter. Of course, if the master is in trouble, he, as an apprentice, can't ignore it.

This time, the government's charitable fund assistance share is quite large, but the number is limited, and the number of students who apply is overwhelming. From so many declarations, it is necessary to remove the students whose family background belongs to the middle class, but they consider themselves poor. To get rid of those fake places with rich family background and deliberately applying for fun is what Zhuo Yi has to do now.

It took Zhuo Yi two full days to reduce the number of applicants for each school in Peiyuan District from 3 million to 3,000...

The biggest one of them pretending to be poor is Lin Xiaocong! ——This is a famous rich second generation, very famous all over the country. He usually does things in a high-profile manner, and is a bit domineering, but no one can do anything about him... just because his father is Lin Sicong. The phrase "My dad is Sicong" has become the standard mantra of this rich second generation.

Zhuo Yi felt that he was honest and honest as an official, and he didn't receive any gifts or money. Even if it was a courier sent to the cadre's apartment, as long as the destination was unknown, Zhuo Yi would return it the same way. But this time, Zhuo Yi really had to bite the bullet and break the precept... Master's business is his own business. The total number of applications is 3,000, and the chances of applying are very small.

Therefore, after careful consideration, Zhuo Yi plans to help Wang Ling walk through the back door...

If you can help Master to apply for a place, the relationship between yourself and Master will take a big step forward, right?

Zhuo Yi thought this way, a phone call had already been made to the secretary's office of the Ten Thousand Schools Alliance.

It didn't take long before the phone was picked up, and the old leader's voice came from the other end: "Hello, is it Xiao Zhuo?"

"Well... Secretary Sun, it's me."

On the other end of the phone, Secretary Sun frowned: "Recently, you just took office as the head office of the General Administration of 100 Schools. Didn't I ask the Human Resources Department to give you a vacation? Why are you still working?"

"In the past two days, there is a pilot project for a charity fund in the district. Why don't you take a break? When I'm done working for a while, I'll go to rest." Zhuo Yi answered truthfully.

"Well, children's affairs always come first. Xiao Zhuo, I really saw you right!"

The old secretary nodded with satisfaction: "By the way, what's the matter with calling me this time?"

There is a saying that there is nothing to do without going to the Three Treasures Palace. Secretary Sun has been in the officialdom for so many years. He has already known that, usually this kind of phone call, the old secretary directly refuses to answer. But the target is Zhuo Yi, so Secretary Sun will naturally be another matter. This is an excellent cadre who is number one in the polls. If you call for help, 80% of them are in trouble.

"It's Secretary Sun like this. It's about the charity fund. I want to help a student in particular..." Zhuo Yi said.

"Which student is that?" Secretary Sun frowned. Why does this sound like an imperial decision?

"The student who used a wooden sword at the Spirit Sword Exchange Meeting of No. 59 and No. 60 High Schools...does Secretary Sun remember?"

The old secretary was startled and patted his head: "Oh! It's him! I remember hearing from you that this student's family is not very good, and he can't even afford the school district housing in the city."

"Yes! That's right, it's him! It's great that Secretary Sun still has an impression!"

"Of course I have an impression. I remember that this student is quite special, and it left me with a different feeling... Think about it, at the spirit sword exchange meeting at that time. How many eyes were watching. He brought A wooden sword appeared, and he didn't care at all."

"The old secretary thinks what's unusual about this student Wang?"

Secretary Sun pondered for a while and said, "That's right, give me the feeling of being poor and having backbone!"

Zhuo Yi: "..."

"I know all about the situation. Now you are the head office of the Hundred Schools General Administration. You have the final say about Songhai City. You don't have to report it to me. You can arrange this matter entirely. Poor education, such a strong student, we must vigorously cultivate, and will become a pillar of the country in the future!"

"Well, okay... Thank you Secretary Sun for understanding."

After reporting the work, Zhuo Yi hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, it's time for him to unleash his energy!

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In the principal's office of No. 60 Middle School, Principal Chen and Director Shi stared at the same report, scanning up and down.

This report form was just sent by the Office of the General Administration of 100 Schools before, and it completely stated the list of students who have applied for aid from schools in the city.

"Our 60th High School applied for ten places, and all of them passed!" Director Shi showed a surprised expression.

"It seems that Zhuo Yi still has a deep affection for our No. 60 High School." Principal Chen pointed to a name: "Look, among these ten people, there is actually an asterisked key aid quota."

Key aid?

Director Shi hadn't noticed it before, but now after hearing what Principal Chen said, when he looked back, he found a small asterisk next to a student's name: "...Wang Ling?"

Director Shi read out his name, and the two nodded at the same time. Because of this student, they all have an impression.

I have participated in the spirit sword exchange meeting before, and although the overall performance is average, the peach wood spirit sword in my hand has caused group discussion.

After the Lingjian exchange meeting, the class teacher, Mr. Pan, has been looking for opportunities to apply for assistance.

Principal Chen smiled slightly: "It seems that Teacher Pan can finally get what he wanted. This is a big favor for this student Wang Ling!"

"There are a lot of materials applied for the key aid places. I don't know what the needs of Wang Ling are for the materials. As long as they are reasonable, they are all within the scope of assistance." Director Shi said.

"If you need it... Teacher Pan has already asked Classmate Wang Ling. In addition to the basic special aid package, Classmate Wang Ling also wants something else..."

The list of special needs, after Teacher Pan received the news that the aid application was approved, he greeted Wang Ling early in the morning and sent it to the principal's office.

Principal Chen and Director Shi saw that in the aid package on the list, in addition to basic materials, such as the three-year college entrance examination and five-year simulated exercise packages... Both of them finally stared at the fifty boxes of special needs at the bottom of the list. Simply face, fell into contemplation...