Chapter 1157

The capital!

An Jing was sitting in her father's office, holding an orange in her hand, sending it into her mouth one petal at a time.

"The coal has been sent, and another two hundred tons of coal will arrive at the station in two days. When the time comes, you should keep it in mind and send ten or eight tons directly to the courtyard house; this winter should be enough."

"I will give instructions to Old Liu in logistics." An Congwen tidied up his desk: "There is one more thing, the capital needs a modernized commercial district, so Wang Fujing is going to be renovated, and our school is going to relocate."

"What?" An Jing stood up all at once: "The school is going to relocate? What will this place be used for in the future?"

An Congwen turned to look at the scenery of the Academy of Fine Arts outside the window, his eyes revealing a lot of reluctance.

"Commercial renovation, there is a real estate company that will undertake the construction of the new school and 300 million yuan in cash to exchange for this plot of land."

An Jing was silent; she grew up here and had special feelings for this place.

"Does the principal agree?"

An Congwen sighed: "Didn't agree at first, but the country needs to develop, so later they agreed."

"All... agree?" An Jing was a bit unwilling.

"Of course it's impossible for everyone to agree." An Congwen shook his head slightly: "This was built by Mr. Beihong, who knows how much effort he put into it. The Academy of Fine Arts has already constituted the blood of the city's body, a kind of breath that maintains the city's life."

"Here, there will naturally be a kind of peace of mind. The ease of dealing with the world, the unchanging vitality, like an old clock, can be wiped clean, bright, looking forward to those knocks, melodiously taking us to the distant..."

An Congwen said poetically, An Jing listened silently, and unconsciously, her thoughts returned to her childhood.

Watching the outside go completely dark, An Congwen stopped talking, then laughed lightly.

"Getting old, always thinking about this and that, always sighing inadvertently."

An Jing came to her father's side and gently took his arm: "I don't want to relocate either."

An Congwen said softly: "Now the school has two different voices about relocating or not, but both have rationality. Not relocating, there is more emotional color, because this place has some different feelings for our teachers and students at the Academy of Fine Arts."

"Relocating, rationality is the majority. Because objectively speaking, internal opinions must obey the overall situation. There is also the most important point, this place is indeed a bit small. If the Academy of Fine Arts wants to develop and expand enrollment, then it must relocate."

An Jing took a deep breath: "Why are you telling me this?"

An Congwen said: "Doesn't Zhou Andong also have a real estate development company? Now there is a lot of debate in the academy. I think if he undertakes the construction of the new school and exchanges for this plot of land, the academy will definitely agree, and the resistance will be very small."

An Jing understood her father's meaning; Zhou Andong donated 20 million US dollars to the Academy of Fine Arts.

Now the impression of Zhou Andong among all the teachers and students of the Academy of Fine Arts is incredibly good.

Especially Zhou Andong's tongue-battling against the group of scholars—no, tongue-battling against the foreign slaves.

Not to mention the students, just say many teachers are Zhou Andong's die-hard fans.

Even if the other party's development company is a state-owned enterprise with a big background.

But as long as Zhou Andong says a word that he wants this plot of land at the Academy of Fine Arts, no one can take it away.

An Jing nodded: "I'll call and ask him in a while."

An Congwen looked at the time: "What time is it, talk about it tomorrow."

An Jing said: "Tomorrow he is going to Ganzhou, things here cannot be delayed."

"Fine!" An Congwen took the cotton coat off the hanger and put it on: "Let's go, it's dark, if we go back later, your mom will nag again."

Father and daughter left the office and walked to the stairwell: "Relocation will take four or five years anyway, because the construction of the new school will take four or five years."

An Congwen said: "I heard it's next year, at the latest the year after, we must move away. Before the new school is built, first move to the Dashanzi Electronic Device Second Factory, and then move there after the new school is built."

Father and daughter left the gate, raised their hands to stop a Xia Li, and after getting in the car, An Jing asked.

"Where is the new school site?"

An Congwen said: "Huajiadi!"

An Jing was stunned: "So far?"

At this time, Huajiadi in the northeast corner of the Fourth Ring Road was still relatively desolate, and for the people of the capital, that was the countryside.

But looking back from later generations, the first Academy of Fine Arts to move away from the original school site was how lucky, built inside the Fourth Ring Road.

And the universities that moved later were all outside the Sixth Ring Road.

………………

Zhou Andong and Seeing Jian Qiu were in the hospital, just about to return to the hotel to sleep, when the phone rang.

Lao Si ran over with a thud: "Hello, who are you looking for?"

An Jing's laughter came from the receiver: "I'm looking for little Zhou Anning."

Lao Si recognized it was An Jing and giggled: "Sister An Jing."

"Mm!" An Jing agreed with a smile: "Is your big brother there?"

"Yes!" Lao Si turned back and shouted: "Big Brother, Sister An Jing's phone call."

Zhou Andong had already walked to the door, turned around and came back, because calling at this time must be something important.

"Hello, what's the matter?"

An Jing talked about the matter: "I think, such a good thing, how can it be cheap for others, so I called to notify you. If you are interested, I will tell Old An, no one can take the Academy of Fine Arts land except you."

Zhou Andong scratched his head; this was no longer a pie falling from the sky, but a gold cake, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't tempted.

It's just that the original site of the Academy of Fine Arts was not developed commercially, but given to the Peking Union Medical College Hospital for expansion.

Only one of the buildings was left, becoming the Peking Union Medical College Hospital Archives.

That is to say, it was intended for commercial development at the beginning, but for some reason, the commercial project was stopped, and finally, it was cheap for Peking Union.

So Zhou Andong was very conflicted; the real estate companies that could carry out commercial development in the capital at this time must be state-owned enterprises.

But in the end, even the state-owned enterprises didn't figure it out. If he intervened, could he figure it out?

And the city had already made plans, but it stopped inexplicably. The things inside must be very complicated.

"I'll consider it, I'll call you tomorrow morning."

Zhou Andong's words surprised An Jing a little: "I said Chairman Zhou, the banknotes are smashed on your head, and you still need to consider?"

Zhou Andong laughed: "This investment is not a few hundred or tens of millions, but hundreds of millions, how can I do it with a hot head."

"That's right!" An Jing said: "Alright then, I'll wait for your call tomorrow."

"That's it then." Zhou Andong put down the phone and shouted into the room: "We're leaving."

"Goodbye, Sister-in-law." Lao Si ran to the door and shouted.

"Goodbye." Seeing Jian Qiu turned back and waved.

Leaving the hospital, Seeing Jian Qiu asked: "What's the matter, calling you so late."

Zhou Andong talked about it: "This is a good thing, but I don't have any bottom in my heart."

Seeing Jian Qiu said with a smile: "When did you become so timid?"

Zhou Andong shook his head slightly; he really wanted to refuse, but this temptation was indeed too great.

"How about this, you and An Jing go to the Academy of Fine Arts tomorrow to ask about the situation, and then go to the city to understand the Wang Fujing renovation plan."