Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 150 What are you going to do, great-niece?_1

Chapter 150: Chapter 150 What are you going to do, great-niece?_1

Song Yunuan ran to her uncle’s house again.

Song Nian joyfully told her that the drawings had been accepted and they were preparing to give her a bonus next week.

Song Yunuan hurriedly reminded him to make sure to issue a certificate, then she asked about the night school.

Song Nian: "There are too many applicants and too few classes, so you can only wait until next year or the year after that."

Is it really that competitive?

"Uncle, take me to see it."

Uncle and Aunt wanted to advance in life, and they couldn’t just do it by working hard alone.

You needed culture and academic credentials.

Although they weren’t poor students, they were also nothing remarkable.

Applying for college wasn’t realistic at all.

So, Song Nian took Song Yunuan to the Nanshan Night School.

The place wasn’t big, only a few bungalows surrounded by a wall, with the office and classroom together.

When they got to the enrollment office, it was indeed full.

After Song Yunuan had looked around, she stood in front of the principal’s office window. Pretending not to see the old man sitting inside, she said loudly to Song Nian, "Uncle, this Nanshan Night School only has two classes. How can it be called a night school? Isn’t this just a middle and high school tutoring class? And there isn’t even an English class."

Song Nian: "..."

This was beyond my understanding.

But intuitively, he knew his niece wouldn’t speak idly; generally, whenever she spoke, she liked to set a trap...

Sure enough, the window was pushed open, and Principal Cui, with reading glasses perched on his nose, stood at the window, patiently explaining, "Indeed, it is a junior and senior high school tutoring class. We don’t have suitable teachers for English classes, but even so, this is still a night school."

Song Yunuan showed an appropriately surprised look: "Are you a teacher too?"

Principal Cui nodded and didn’t reveal his identity.

Mainly because it wasn’t necessary.

"Hello, teacher." Song Yunuan greeted politely.

Then, batting her big eyes, she continued to aspire with Song Nian, "Uncle, wouldn’t it be great if this were a staff cadre school, a full-time one with associate degree classes, and various specialties? I’ve heard Brother Dongzi say that training for workers at their electronics factory is normal, but it’s very troublesome because they have to go to other places for training and the tuition fees all go to schools out of town. If there were local training, it would be better. Uncle, why not turn the night school into a staff cadre school?"

Song Nian was so shocked he stammered. What was Little Nuan saying? Why couldn’t he understand?

"... well ... that’s not so easy, right? The government would have to approve it, wouldn’t it?"

"Well, that’s true, but if it became a staff cadre school, you could come here to study. Not like now, with only two tutoring classes, not even providing a graduation diploma. And yet, so many people are fighting over it, unable to even get their name on the list."

Song Nian wiped the sweat from his forehead, thinking Little Nuan what are you trying to do, could you give me a heads up next time?

Principal Cui, who had initially closed the window, pushed it open again, looking at Song Yunuan with suspicion, "Young lady, you mentioned training for workers at the electronics factory?"

"Yes, my Brother Dongzi mentioned it. He said it would be much better if the training could be local."

"Young lady, what’s your name?" Principal Cui suddenly shone with interest at the bottom of his eyes.

Of course, he knew the electronics factory; the factory manager was Zheng Dong.

It must be the Brother Dongzi the young lady mentioned.

His night school was in a sorry state.

If he could pull the electronics factory’s training over, even if it were just one class, the night school’s standard would rise.

"My name is Song Yunuan, and this is my uncle." After Song Yunuan finished introducing, she said with disappointment, "Uncle, since there’s no availability for next year, let’s come back in two years."

The uncle and niece headed toward the school gate.

Song Nian really wanted to leave, while Song Yunuan was waiting for the old man to call out to them.

"Wait a moment!"

Leaning halfway out, Principal Cui hurriedly called out.

Then, Song Nian signed up in a daze; actually, the school wasn’t full at all. It was like a train station selling tickets, they never sold out completely, always reserving a few for emergencies.

This is also true for this.

Principal Cui talked to Song Yunuan enthusiastically.

Then the conversation turned to the electronics factory. Song Yunuan said with a smile, "Principal Cui, only after we’ve become a staff cadre school can the electronics factory come here for training. Moreover, if we do this well, not only will factories like textile and machinery come, but if we offer enough diverse specialties, workers from other cities might even flock here for training and learning."

In the eighties, there were many such schools.

Some were called forestry cadre schools, some staff cadre schools.

They had no recent graduates, mainly workers from various units.

They would take entrance exams, then undergo off-the-job training and learning, with correspondence and full-time classes available, and upon graduation, they would receive nationally recognized diplomas.

This kind of diploma was just as useful in their units.

Many people born in the sixties or seventies, if you look at their resumes,

Came from such schools, a great number of them.

After all, too few could get into university.

And such schools were also easy to run,

And the state would approve them quickly.

The eighties was an era when people longed for knowledge, culture, and qualifications.

Nanshan County Town was no exception.

Principal Cui asked in surprise, "Young lady, how do you know all this so clearly?"

Song Yunuan scratched her head, seeming a bit embarrassed, "It’s Grandpa Hu from the Provincial Capital Technical University who told me... But, Grandpa Hu has retired."

At this moment, they were both in the principal’s office.

A very ordinary room, almost like a storeroom.

Principal Cui was leisurely sipping tea from a large cup, trying to probe the background of the young lady, but he almost choked on his tea when he heard her answer.

Song Yunuan knew Zheng Dong, and now he understood what was going on. It turned out she was raised in a large institution’s compound.

But Principal Hu,

He was a giant in his field, and Cui himself did not even qualify to speak to him.

Principal Cui was excited.

Who didn’t have ambitions, even if he only had a few years left until retirement.

If he really could upgrade the night school into a vocational school, he... would wake up laughing from his dreams.

Moreover, becoming a vocational school meant that more people could come in for training and learning, to improve themselves and then contribute to our motherland.

Especially for the ’sent-down’ youths who had gone to rural areas, they had already missed the best age for learning.

If there was such a school, for them, it would be almost like a second chance at life.

He enthusiastically said to Song Nian, "How about this, the two of you come to class. If there’s no one to look after the child, you can bring the child along."

Song Nian felt a little guilty and somewhat overwhelmed.

In the past two attempts to register, the response was cold: no vacancies, come back next year.

Of course, as far as Song Nian was concerned, he had no clue who Principal Hu was.

Song Nian was temporarily attending a high school remedial class, Sun Jinrong was in the middle school remedial class, and the transfer student was Huzi.

In just a short while, all was settled.

Principal Cui walked Song Yunuan out warmly.

Song Yunuan whispered, "Principal Cui, I’ll be going to the provincial capital in a few days, and I’ll help you inquire about this matter with the vocational school then."

Principal Cui harbored no doubts.

A child raised in a big institution in the provincial capital, although adopted by mistake, the connections were real.

His face lit up with a kindly smile, "Then I must thank Little Nuan. By the way, are you coming for remedial classes? The free kind."