Clive slept late last night because he was too excited, so he woke up an hour late.
When he went downstairs to open the fridge, as usual, he found that there was no other food left for him.
"Grandma," Clive called.
"Don't blame grandma. Grandpa said when you would send the money over and when the family would save food for you."
Seeing the 50,000 yuan on the table, Clive felt his heartache.
He was very curious about how he got the 50,000 yuan.
It could be said that every yuan in it was taken from the mouths of the two elders.
Now that he had given it away, Clive felt his heartache.
He felt both regret and impulse. He absolutely could not let his grandparents live like this anymore.
He picked up his suitcase and walked out of the door.
When he reached the neighborhood committee, he saw someone putting up a poster.
When he looked closely, he saw that it was showing which children in the neighborhood had been admitted to Zhengyang City's High School last year.
On the other side was the list of students who had taken the exam this year.
Clive's name was written on the third row.
Once the poster was put up, it immediately attracted the attention of many residents.
"How many people do you think will be able to get into high school in our neighborhood this year?"
After the Great Cataclysm, the population was tight, and communication between major cities was difficult.
It was difficult to go to university outside of the city, so later on, universities and high schools were merged.
This not only reduced the pressure on education but also allowed people to engage in production as soon as possible.
"I think old Lee's child, Joseph, is not bad. He might be able to get into the second high school this year."
"I'm different. I'm optimistic about old Liu's child. I've watched that kid grow up. He's reliable."
"That might not be the case." A middle-aged woman's voice came from the side.
"I heard from my daughter that that little fellow Clive hasn't been to school for almost half a month."
"Although things are different now and it won't do anything to you if you don't go to school, what good results can a student get if he doesn't even go to school?"
Clive only shook his head when he heard this.
For him, he had learned all the content of middle school in one night. It was a complete waste of time to go to class now.
He did not care about the conversation between these people. The rewards on the posters made him even more excited.
There were six high schools in the entire Zhengyang City.
One and two of them were naturally the best. The remaining three to six high schools were very ordinary.
Students who graduated from three to six high schools could only stay in this city for the rest of their lives.
The better ones could become guards, police officers, and so on.
The less qualified ones could only become bodyguards of merchant caravans and bounty hunters.
Although these jobs were high-paying jobs that ordinary people could not ask for, they were at the bottom of the martial arts world.
Only students who went to no. 1 high school or no. 2 high school had the chance to be selected into research or military school. They could go to the city circle of the first and second ring roads to change their background and become dragons and phoenixes among people.
And the more talents a city could contribute to the central circle, the more resources it could allocate.
Therefore, every city would reward students who could go to no. 1 and no. 2 high schools.
Now, the poster clearly stated that as long as they could go to no. 2 high schools, they would be rewarded with 30,000 yuan.
And if they went to no. 1 high school, they would be rewarded with up to 60,000 yuan.
This way, not only would he be able to earn back all the compensation money, but he would also be able to earn another 10,000 yuan.
After reading the entire poster, Clive carried his suitcase and walked into the neighborhood committee.
Before he knocked on the door, he heard a man's voice coming from inside.
"What did you say? Joseph is going to the neighboring Guohua District?"
"Old Lee, you can't stab us in the back at a critical moment in our district."
"I'm sorry, Chief Wang. We have our own difficulties."
"Difficulties? Tell me, how much did the chief of Guohua District pay you?"
"100,000 yuan," the middle-aged man said.
"Ha, you were bribed with only 100,000 yuan? You should know that when your wife had a hard time giving birth, the entire district was mobilized."
"There was no traffic on a snowy day, but all of us relied on our legs to send your wife to the hospital."
"Don't say anymore. Director Wang's era has changed."
With a bang, the director's room door was quickly pulled open by a middle-aged man.
"Hello, Uncle Lee," Clive said.
"Okay, okay." The man glanced at Clive and immediately left.
Clive knocked on the door, and a weak male voice came from inside the room. "Please come in."
Opening the door, Clive saw Director Wang like a dried eggplant.
He held his head with both hands, thinking about something.
After the Great Cataclysm, in order to facilitate population management, population management was strictly based on the residential area.
At the same time, resources were distributed according to the residential area. How much resources each residential area could allocate depended on the contribution that the residential area made to the city.
One of the most important indicators was how many students were admitted to high school, and what high school it was.
Therefore, an outstanding seedling often became the target of contention.
Director Wang raised his bloodshot eyes and glanced at Clive, then said, "Clive, what's the matter?"
"Ahem. Didn't the dynamometer in our neighborhood break yesterday?" Clive could not help but blush at the mention of this. "It was accidentally broken by me. Today, I'll compensate you with 50,000 yuan."
Director Wang raised his head and looked at Clive carefully, then smiled.
"Clive, did you come to have fun because your uncle was in a bad mood? Do you know how much strength it takes to break that force meter?"
"Five bulls," Clive muttered softly.
"Five bulls!" Director Wang, who did not hear Clive's mutter, said excitedly, "This is the strength that only a high-level Fighter can use."
"You're a kid who hasn't even graduated from high school. How could you have broken the meter?"
"I broke it. This is the money for compensation. Please take it."
At first, Clive wanted to punch Director Wang, but then he realized that he had been too arrogant recently.
Most transmigrators pretended to be pigs to eat tigers, making a fortune in silence. His previous operation in the bookstore on the street was too eye-catching.
If someone found out about him, he would definitely be in trouble, so he decided to hide his strength. After all, an ordinary student's strength suddenly increased several times in a day. The reason behind this would definitely arouse the curiosity of many people.
On the other side, Clive thought that he was lucky to not be investigated, but in reality, it was a different matter.
Seeing Clive's serious look, Director Wang said, "Your grandfather sent you here, right? Cornell is too warm-hearted. He definitely won't agree to let you go back this time."
"How about this, you leave the money here. I'll go buy a new dynamometer first. When we catch the real saboteur, we'll return the money to you."
After handing over the money, Clive was ready to leave.
Director Wang's gaze returned to the table and saw the recommendation form on it.
The first form clearly had three words written on it, Joseph. Seeing this, Director Wang frowned.
He picked up the list on the table, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can at the side.
Looking at the new recommendation list on the table, Director Wang scratched his head and said in distress, "Who should I recommend?"
"Old Tian's third son, Tian Fang?"
"No, his punch is at most 800 pounds. The difference is too big."
"Old Zhang's child?"
"No, the difference is too big as well."
While he was thinking, he suddenly shifted his gaze to the money box beside the table.
Then, out of the blue, he wrote two words on the recommendation form.
Clive.