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from Zeng Tianhua's mouth, Yang Zimei learned that Zeng's family was one of the four great masters in the capital. Although it had declined a little recently, it was a lean camel bigger than a horse, and it still had a certain influence in the political and economic development of China.

Before retiring, Zeng Tianhua was the director of the provincial education department, in charge of the education system.

Moreover, he is also fond of gambling stones, and has a certain position in the gambling stone industry. Because the probability of gambling rising is relatively high, he is called gambling master by people in this street.

And his four sons and daughters, also have their own achievements, coupled with the background of Zeng's family in the capital city, they all get along like fish in water.

"Niuniu, you don't want to stay in a small place like city A. move all of them to Guangyuan, so that I can take good care of you. You don't have to worry about your father's work. As long as he wants to, it doesn't matter if I get a headmaster for him. "

Zeng Tianhua used the way he was used to the language of the superior.

Although Yang Zimei knows that he really wants his family to be good, this tone is more or less uncomfortable.

If it is a previous life, she can meet such an uncle, will be very happy to fawn on, waiting for him to pave the way for his own life.

However, now she doesn't need him to do so. She can shop her family's road.

Although parents know that they have a lot of money and it's easy to get money, they insist on working hard and don't want to rely on her. That's their self-esteem.

Naturally, he would not accept the help of my uncle.

"Uncle, thank you for your kindness. We have a good time in city a at present." Yang Zimei politely refused.

"What's good? It's so far away from city a, I want to take care of all of you, but in Guangyuan, you can do whatever you want. I thought I didn't know you, but now I do, but I can't let you live a difficult life. "

Zeng Tianhua had a natural way.

Yang Zimei had no choice but to smile. He was kind-hearted, and he couldn't say anything. He just pursed his mouth and laughed and bowed his head to drink tea and eat.

"Niuniu, you just said to come to Guangyuan with your husband. Who is that? At your age, shouldn't you be in junior three? Now it's about to take the high school entrance examination. How can you run around

Zeng Tianhua asked.

"Uncle, it's my master who studies antiques. He is ill. I want to take care of him. I do also read the third grade of junior high school, however, the results are passable, and I have a serious review every day, it's OK, the high school entrance examination will certainly get good results. "

Yang Zimei explained.

"You also learn from antiques. No wonder your temperament is different from others. There is a kind of classical temperament. It's good. Niuniu, if you don't, education will not be better in a small place like your city A. come here to study in high school. I'll let you go to Guangyuan middle school, which is one of the key middle schools in China. The teaching equipment is first-class, and many rich businessmen and high-ranking cadres are cutting their heads. If you come here to read, you will benefit a lot. Even if you can't keep up with your study, it doesn't matter, You can establish a first-class network here. Your classmates will become the pillars of the country if they are rich or not. What kind of work do you want to work in the future? With such connections, it's easy to do wherever you go. "

Zeng Tian said in Chinese.

Only now did Yang Zimei understand why some government and business families who clearly knew that their children were worse at school than others were crammed into those key schools. In fact, it was not for the sake of learning, but for the purpose of making extraordinary relationships with classmates and networking for future contacts.

It seems that he is really too naive.

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