"Mom, I’m on the train now."
"Be careful."
"Got it."
A mother worries when her child travels far; she especially called after a nap.
Hung up the phone.
"Is your mother here too?" Duan Yi asked curiously.
Mi Hao nodded.
"She’s in Xin’an City, taking care of my daughter’s schooling."
Duan Yi wasn’t surprised that Mi Hao had a daughter; judging by his age, he seed to be past thirty, though not much older than her, probably a little over thirty.
"How is the education level here?" Duan Yi suddenly asked.
"Pretty good."
"What do you an by ’pretty good’?"
Seeing Duan Yi’s interest, Mi Hao explained.
"Not worse than dostic standard, many subjects are modeled after Huaxia’s system. The difficulty of the learning content is on par with Huaxia, but so content and class schedules differ, with so systemic differences as well."
"Are the differences in the system significant?"
Duan Yi inquired further.
"Quite significant. Here kindergarten is also basic education and cannot be privatized, making education relatively fair, with no private schools. Additionally, teachers are not allowed to conduct any private educational training outside."
"In other words, external education is not encouraged here."
"On one hand, it’s to reduce the burden on students; on the other hand, it’s for reputation. Think about it, if the school is a place for teaching and learning, why should students need to study outside? Doesn’t that make the school seem incompetent?"
Mi Hao actually liked this system very much.
As the saying goes,
Don’t lose at the starting line.
But where is the starting line, and where is the finish line?
The rise of countless training classes in dostic places reflects not a lack of education, but rather parental anxiety, spreading rapidly and becoming increasingly intense.
Other kids are taking training.
This won’t do.
My child must go too.
Others enroll in one class,
This won’t do.
My child has to sign up for two, three.
Others learn painting.
I have to sign up for swimming, musical instrunts, and dance as well.
Just watch!
Mi Hao was sure.
In the future, this anxiety will be heightened by countless Huaxia parents.
It’s almost impossible for it to subside, making various training institutions earn a fortune, and although he doesn’t fully agree, if there’s a chance, investing in the dostic education industry is worth considering.
"Not allowed to tutor outside; quite a loss in inco."
Upon hearing this.
Mi Hao laughed.
Shook his head.
"Here the teachers have high wages. In the elentary and kindergarten stages, I’ve heard the usual wages are above three thousand; middle school is a bit higher, about five hundred to a thousand more, and universities are around five thousand."
"Healthcare, education, and housing are managed by the state, so this salary can nearly all go towards consumption."
Truth is.
When he first heard these wages.
He even wanted to try it.
Unfortunately.
He didn’t graduate as a teacher.
Three major expenses in life—healthcare, education, housing. Reduced to so extent, having a salary of four to five thousand yuan back in 2008 brought more happiness than a salary of over ten thousand elsewhere.
On a tily work schedule.
Weekends off.
Sumr vacation break.
There’s also an approved annual public-funded trip, which you can take your family along.
My gosh.
Mi Hao was genuinely a bit envious of the teachers here, and he was just talking about the base salary. With years of teaching experience and obtaining certain certificates or higher degrees, it would even increase further.
"Really high indeed."
Duan Yi nodded vigorously.
For a new teacher, an average wage of about four thousand is quite high dostically, plus there are so many benefits. But she could only envy since she wasn’t from around here.
"What’s your major?" Mi Hao asked.
"Chinese Language and Literature from teacher training," Duan Yi replied honestly.
Mi Hao thought to himself, as expected.
Artistic youth.
"Are you interested in working here?" Mi Hao suddenly brought up.
"Is that possible?"
"I am already working here."
"But I only know how to teach."
"They are looking for educators. The goal is to ensure that everyone of school age across Myanmar receives an education. As schools rapidly increase, many classes grow large in size, with students waiting for teachers."
"If you co, your acceptance probability is high. Chinese is a compulsory subject in the Myanmar Economic Zone, and although such a policy hasn’t been implented nationwide yet, it’s likely just a matter of ti."
Mi Hao explained.
Last night chatting with Rong Wei, the topic ca up.
Teachers.
There’s a great shortage here, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t know Burse; there are many Chinese here, and you can learn. If a new language is used frequently, you’ll learn it quickly. Rong Wei knows five languages.
He had no formal education before.
As long as you’re willing.
Nothing is a problem.
"Really?"
A small fla ignited in Duan Yi’s heart.
It seems.
Teaching here wouldn’t be too bad; for soone like her, teaching abroad could be considered "romantic."
"If you’re interested, you could give it a try."
"I’ll think about it."
There are many Chinese here.
And Chinese is a required subject.
This could also be seen as promoting Chinese Culture.
This thought.
Began to take root in her mind.
Next.
Along the way.
Duan Yi snapped away at the scenery, capturing cities, villages, mountains, jungles, and the expressway that occasionally ran parallel to them. The highway bustling with traffic heralded the economic rise here.
...
At night.
Ten o’clock sharp.
The train stopped at Langyu County station.
"Where are you headed?" Duan Yi asked.
At this mont.
The two had beco much more familiar and had even exchanged WeChat contacts.
"Company dormitory."
Duan Yi also knew what project Mi Hao was here for—building a city. Though it’s a county town, it’s still a city. Once again, she marveled at the grandeur of the Myanmar Bank, throwing around hundreds of billions like nothing.
"Is soone coming to pick you up?"
"..."
As they chatted.
The two walked out of the station.
The night breeze was slightly cool, and quite a few people were waiting to pick others up outside. In the distance, the county town was brightly lit; Mi Hao shook his head, thinking back to when having electricity for three hours a day here was a challenge.
Now.
It’s much like Huaxia.
A 24-hour power supply, use as you like. With industrial-grade filters, burning anything wouldn’t pollute the environnt.
"Mom."
Seeing a woman in the crowd, Duan Yi happily ran over.
"You’re here."
Looking at her daughter.
The mother was also happy, having missed her for several months.
On the other side.
Mi Hao found the person who ca to pick him up as well.
He is now a project manager, overseeing more than a hundred people in the project departnt, including docunts, materials, chanical engineering, accountants, etc. If it weren’t for his project managent experience in dostic projects, he wouldn’t have risen so quickly.
The driver was an acquaintance.
From a driver in Delin Province.
Full-ti.
But it’s not his exclusive car; the managent team can all use it.
As the project concluded,
The majority of the personnel over there were transferred here, joining staff from other projects to form this project departnt.
"Thank you."
"You’re welco, we’re all night owls, can’t sleep before one."
"Did you have dinner?"
"Yes."
"Then let’s have so late dinner later." In the current Myanmar, wherever there is a significant Chinese population, there should be a night market.
"Alright."
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