Chapter 1275: Good thing or bad thing

The next morning, the little secretary took her son back to the private school.

This time, there was a clear difference from when she came here last time. As soon as she entered the school's office building, a school staff member came up to greet her, "Ma'am, do you have an appointment?"

During this period, many students were applying to the school. Some families were relatively simple; they themselves represented the upper class or possessed upper-class connections, and only needed a recommendation letter to solve all the trouble.

But there were still other families who hoped to try their luck for their children, perhaps they would meet the school's admission requirements.

Moreover, these people were not few in number. Most families who could afford the school's fees were willing to let their children try.

If an adult's future is determined by their first job.

Then a child's future is determined by their first school.

It wasn't just local children in Manton who would apply to try to go to school; even some students from other places would apply for entrance tests during this period.

Seeing someone bring a child to school, the school staff member almost made a judgment at the first moment: this was someone with the same purpose as other parents and children, coming to apply for admission.

Applying for admission requires an appointment. The school receives so many people every day; it's impossible to receive everyone endlessly, so the staff member asked this question.

The little secretary actually didn't know who to look for regarding this matter, "I don't have an appointment, but I have a recommendation letter—"

The staff member maintained a smile, not slacking off or looking down on her at all, "If you don't have an appointment, I can't help you contact those people. You know, we are very busy right now."

"However, I can help you register your appointment information, and we will contact you when it's your turn. How about that?"

A very standard and regulated method of handling, but this wasn't what the little secretary wanted. She took out that introduction letter, "You can take me to see anyone who can manage this matter; it only takes one minute!"

"Or, can you look at this recommendation letter?"

The staff member's gaze lingered on her hand for two or three seconds; it was a plain envelope, and one couldn't see what was inside.

The staff member didn't reach out to take it. Everyone has their own work and responsibilities; this didn't belong to his work. If he rashly did it, it might lead to some bad consequences.

He smiled reservedly, "Sorry, Ma'am, I regret that I can't provide you with any help."

"The only thing I can do for you now is to register your appointment information—"

The little secretary's emotions were somewhat—fluctuating. After meeting William yesterday, she keenly captured a trace of—what she wanted from William's attitude, and this thing she wanted was like a rope held in William's hand, with the other end tied to her.

That thought of "I have someone behind me" made things look different from the moment it was born.

"I need to see the person who can make the decision!" She said, wanting to walk inside. At this moment, some people were already looking over here.

The staff member's expression also became less enthusiastic. He tried to continue blocking the little secretary, "I can help you apply, Ma'am, but please calm down first!"

The little secretary looked at him, her eyes containing something complex that perhaps she herself couldn't fully perceive, "You are blocking me because you think I can't get my child admitted, right?"

When this sentence was spoken, she herself was stunned for a moment. The staff member's expression changed again; he retracted the smile on his face and became much more serious, "No, Ma'am, I didn't think that—"

"You are thinking exactly that!" The little secretary's somewhat sharp voice made more people look over here.

And this also brought great pressure to the staff member.

Fortunately, at this time, an examiner came out to pour coffee and noticed the situation here.

Coincidentally, it was the same examiner who had received the little secretary last time. He immediately walked over, "Leave this to me."

He said a word to the staff member after walking in, then looked at the little secretary, his face also wearing a smile, "Don't make things difficult for him; he is just an ordinary employee and can't make any decisions for anyone!"

He said, looking at the little secretary who was fuming. Just by looking at her like this, he discovered that at this moment, a stronger confidence and aura were erupting from the little secretary!

He didn't know what had changed the little secretary in such a short time; perhaps it had something to do with the reason she came here.

The examiner glanced at the boy standing behind the little secretary, then placed his gaze on the little secretary, "Alright, come to the office with me. I apologize to you on his behalf. Let's sit down and chat. After all, no matter what, you are here to solve the problem, aren't you?"

The little secretary looked at this examiner and nodded.

The two soon entered the examiner's office. The examiner had someone send over coffee, "You came this time—"

The little secretary handed over the recommendation letter in her hand, "It still has to do with my son going to school. Last time you said you needed a recommendation letter; now I've brought it. I want to know, can he go to school here now?"

The examiner was stunned for a moment. After taking the letter, he checked it, opened the envelope, and while shaking it open, said, "I need to take a look. Although I also hope our little man can come to school, I can't ignore the school's rules."

"I hope this recommendation letter can bring about changes to these matters—" He looked down and was soon attracted by the content of the letter.

A very ordinary, ordinary to the extreme recommendation letter, just boasting about the little boy "Herman," saying he is smart, brave, polite, loves life, and is willing to interact with people, and so on.

This kind of recommendation letter, especially the one for school, is basically "standardized," different from those work recommendation letters and the like, but essentially the same: boasting, and then hoping the reader can give the letter holder a chance.

These contents actually don't play any role in whether the little boy can go to school, because what really plays a role is the signature at the end.

The examiner read through those nutritious-less contents at a glance, and finally, his gaze fell on the signature.

"Terry—" He looked up, somewhat shocked, at the little secretary, took a deep breath, "—Elliot."

Elliot is the Governor's surname. He couldn't help but read the recommendation letter in his hand two more times. This was a handwritten recommendation letter, and the paper also looked like government stationery.

Federal government document paper and letter paper have a certain gap from what ordinary people use, because many documents in government departments need to be archived, to ensure that these documents can be flipped through by people in the future, perhaps decades later.

This puts higher requirements on the manufacturing of paper, including ink, which is also specially made to ensure it won't fade within a certain number of years.

But looking at this letterhead, the recommendation letter was fine.

He put the recommendation letter down and looked at the little secretary, his expression somewhat complex, "If you had taken it out directly last time—"

The little secretary pursed her lips and slightly raised her chin, "I just didn't expect that going to school would be so troublesome!"

The examiner looked at the recommendation letter in his hand and then looked at the little secretary twice more, "Can I make a phone call?"

The little secretary nodded, "You have plenty of time."

"Thank you for your understanding!" The examiner soon went to the room inside. He made a phone call to the school board member on duty and told him about what had happened here.

After all, this letter came from the Governor, not from anyone else. If it really was written by Governor Terry, then their attitude toward the little secretary and the little boy beside her would have to change. After all, this was someone recommended by the Governor, and there was a connection to the Governor.

The Federation is a society of human relationships, and the hierarchy is strict.

The school board member asked the examiner to wait a while, then dialed the phone of another Elliot family member, someone who had a good relationship with the school and was often in contact.

There were also some children from the Elliot family going to school here, and someone was specifically responsible for this area, so this person was in frequent contact with the school and had a good relationship.

The call was soon connected. The school board member told him about this matter. He wanted to verify the authenticity of this recommendation letter; after all, it involved a big shot in the state.

If it were true, they would definitely respond seriously; if it were fake, they wouldn't let that woman and her child go.

The police would let them understand what the consequences would be for impersonating the Governor to write a recommendation letter and then coming here to commit fraud!

Soon, Governor Terry received this verification call.

"—Yes, I wrote it. Someone asked me to help write a recommendation letter, so I wrote it. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, the school isn't sure about this situation. You know, I'm responsible for the admission issues in the family, so they wanted to verify it."

"Since you wrote it, then I'll answer them now; they are still waiting for my call."

After ending the call, Governor Terry inexplicably thought of that "Herman." What was the relationship between this child and William?

He was a bit curious, and there were some guesses in his heart, but he wouldn't talk about these everywhere; it was limited to his own thinking.

Soon, the news was fed back to the school board member, and the school board member also began to arrange, "It was written by the Governor himself; you are responsible for arranging it."

"Just now you said—someone quarreled with her in the lobby?"

The examiner nodded in agreement, "They were quarreling when I went out."

The school board member seemed to curse, but the voice was very small and couldn't be heard clearly, "Tell the Vice Principal the name of that person and fire that person."

"Tell that lady what we have done."

"If there is further news, call me at any time."

The examiner shook his head after hanging up the phone. When he walked out of the room, his face was already full of enthusiastic smiles.

This dazzling smile made the little secretary's face also have some more smiles, "It looks like you've already verified it."

The examiner nodded and sat back in his chair, "Yes, I've already contacted the board member. In view of—" He glanced at the little boy standing beside him who was clearly still a bit uneasy, "—his excellent performance, we will admit him as a student of our school."

"If you have time in August, you can bring our little warrior to the school around the 15th. At that time, there will be a meeting for parents and students."

"Teachers will have several open classes. If you are interested in a certain teacher, you can arrange for your child to take their class."

The classrooms here are not completely fixed; students can choose teachers themselves. Of course, this is not a power everyone has.

Eighty or ninety percent of people can only obey the school's distribution; only a very few can decide for themselves whose class to take.

The little secretary was very satisfied, "I definitely have time!" She said, standing up, "I won't disturb you anymore."

She had already achieved her goal and didn't intend to stay here any longer.

The examiner immediately stood up, walked around the table, and took the initiative to open the door for her, "I'll see you out."

"By the way, that employee who didn't understand things just now has already been decided to be fired by the school."

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The little secretary's footsteps paused. The smile on her face became a bit more sincere, at least not so perfunctory and hypocritical, "That's very good; that's exactly what should be done!"

Subsequently, accompanied by the examiner, she left here. Looking at the little secretary's departing back, the examiner shook his head.

If you can find the Governor to write a recommendation letter, why did you go before?

Of course, deep in his heart, he also had a guess. Perhaps this woman and her son were just some big shot's—this situation is very common, and there is nothing to look down upon.

In this day and age, poor people are looked down upon even more than whores!

On the other side, two reporters were also in action.

They changed their strategy and no longer followed William. There was nothing good to follow on William's side; he was always dealing with various matters and various private occasions, and they couldn't even get close.

But following the little secretary was obviously much more convenient, and this woman didn't realize that she now had the value of being followed.

After following continuously for several days, they figured out the little secretary's specific situation.

In the evening, the two brought deli food back to the hotel they rented. They spread the materials over the entire bed sheet and began to organize them.

"I have a premonition that we've caught a big story!" The baby-faced reporter responsible for taking photos said while eating a hot dog and looking at those materials.

He organized some related things together, then put the unrelated ones separately, finally forming a line, a context of how things developed.

"I didn't expect that she had also been William's secretary in Jingang City, but for some reason later, she suddenly resigned, and came to Manton to work, and is still a civil servant of the state government."

Baby-face ate the food in his mouth in a few bites and piled some intelligence together, "Then is there a possibility that she was pregnant, and William, in order to avoid some trouble, drove her from Jingang City to Manton?"

"You know, a municipal councilor's secretary wanting to seek a civil servant job in the state government is not an easy thing!"

Municipal councilor—in the political arena, they can only be counted as the bottom layer, and whether a municipal councilor has power has nothing to do with the job itself.

In the entire political system, they are more like—city consultants!

What they have to do is listen to and collect some thoughts and opinions of voters in their own constituency, and then go to implement them.

This led to capable municipal councilors, such as the then Councilor Williams and Councilor Wade; they could show ability far above the average level in this job.

They could coordinate capitalists, politicians, and even more forces to serve them, which belongs to "strong-power councilors."

But there were also some councilors, for example, who were just ordinary people before running for office, only because they expressed some of their own thoughts in some public occasions, becoming roles similar to "opinion leaders," and were paid attention to.

By some coincidence, they became municipal councilors, but they didn't really possess political ability.

Their interpersonal relationships might only exist in the streets and alleys; they didn't know any capitalists, nor did they know any politicians. They couldn't solve or coordinate the troubles and opinions that voters were encountering now. These are "weak-power councilors."

State government civil servants can't compare to strong-power councilors, but their status is much higher than that of weak-power councilors. A municipal councilor's secretary crossing several places and suddenly becoming a state government secretary indeed has some problems.

The driver reporter looked at his partner organizing these materials, and a gradually obvious context emerged before them.

This woman might have a relationship with William and is William's lover.

But because of pregnancy and other reasons, she was "exiled" to the state government side, which counts as being disliked.

Now, for some reason, the two have reconnected, and William also gave this woman some things; it might be money, and other things.

Even the baby-faced reporter gave an even more explosive guess, which was that that boy, the boy named Herman, was William's child!

"They look very similar!" The baby-faced reporter was already somewhat excited. He placed the photos of Herman, William, and the little secretary's former husband together. Almost with the naked eye, one could see that the little boy was more similar to William.

"First, they have the same hair color, and then the contours of their facial features are also somewhat similar, especially the contour of this brow bone. Anyone can see that this is a pair of father and son, and the other two are not!"

Baby-face looked at his partner with excitement to seek support and affirmation. He had dug up a big story!

Now William's popularity is still relatively high, because he fits some special hobbies of the federal people!

The rise of an ordinary civil servant!

People like to project themselves into his transformation, finding some excitement and happiness from it!

If one could destroy William, then it could bring a huge amount of attention. This is value, wealth, influence, and status!

But his partner obviously wasn't as optimistic as he was; his expression was quite serious, "If what you said is all true, do you think this is a good thing?"

"For us who dug up this news, is this a good thing?" ===== CHAPTER 1276 =====