Age 28, laid off, 120,000 yuan in debt, rent almost due.
Jiang Zhou thinks his life is over.
Until something appears in his mind:
"Mingde Technical College, 100 mu, needs rectification, accreditation expires in December, 50 million a month. Interested?"
He thinks the instant noodles have expired.
After verifying it, he stands at the college gate, where the weeds are a meter high. Old Zhou hands him the accounts: "Principal, we're three months behind on wages, and the cafeteria will be out of rice tomorrow."
Jiang Zhou glances at the 50 million that just arrived in his account and says, "Buy rice first."
From then on, he shoulders a dying college all by himself:
• The district education bureau could show up for an inspection at any time, and the provincial department's annual review is counting down;
• More than a dozen veteran employees are waiting for their pay, and Zhao Dayong refuses to move out of a dangerous Grade D building;
• If they can't recruit students in September, it's over. If their accreditation expires in December, it's all over.
But the thing in his mind tells him: The money is clean, the path is real, and you're the one who has to do the work yourself.
From then on, the world has a very different kind of school...
