Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 78 Organizational Learning
Zeng Wenjie ran into Lao Li as soon as he arrived downstairs of the dormitory.

Li Jiaqiang didn't know what was wrong with him today, so he prepared to check the dormitory.

"Where have you been? You smell like alcohol." Li Jiaqiang glanced at Zeng Wenjie and said coldly.

"I went to discuss business with the food factory. After the negotiation, I asked the boss to come and touch and sing." Zeng Wenjie said with a grin.

Li Jiaqiang is a poor working-class man who doesn't understand what "touch singing" means.

Zeng Wenjie wanted to go upstairs first, but Li Jiaqiang held him back and said, "Hey, come with me, don't run."

Helpless, Zeng Wenjie could only follow Li Jiaqiang.

"Counselor, I have come up with an idea to market my snack shop and get some bonus. Do you think the school can help with the publicity?" Zeng Wenjie said.

"Tell me about it?" Li Jiaqiang asked.

Old Li is a very honest and upright person. He is truly devoted to being a good teacher, unlike some beasts who are full of tricks and play with power.

If students need help, they can ask him and he will help, and he will basically never refuse.

Zeng Wenjie said, "I want to organize a spicy food eating competition to promote our snack shop. The champion will receive 1,888 yuan, the runner-up will receive 888 yuan, and the third place will receive 688 yuan."

"If enough people pay attention to the competition, my snack varieties can be quickly promoted, triggering a herd effect and making the snack shop quickly popular!"

Just as he had said to Fu Qianzhu before, use the "Missing Teeth" product as a fist to increase its popularity.

Products such as turkey-flavored rice crust and milky white snowballs are just icing on the cake, attracting customers by skirting the boundaries.

Of course, Zeng Wenjie still has some tricks up his sleeve, such as those specifically used to trap and kill the bootlickers.

Li Jiaqiang asked, "Spicy food eating competition? Does this have anything to do with snacks?"

Zeng Wenjie said, "I have a product that's super spicy, the kind that'll make your butt spit fire the next day! If anyone can eat ten packets, I'll immediately recognize him as my dad."

Li Jiaqiang was fooled and said, "Then give me ten packs."

Zeng Wenjie laughed and joked with him for a while and then came to the sixth floor.

"Huh? Where are the people in your dormitory?" Li Jiaqiang walked into dormitory 601 and saw only one classmate reading a book there, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Good evening, counselor! Xu Chuan organized them to study, and they all went to Room 621 to study." said the male student.

Li Jiaqiang raised his eyebrows and said, "Xu Chuan still has this ambition?"

Zeng Wenjie's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Xu Chuan, that bastard, was he organizing everyone to watch a movie?!
He can really do this kind of thing!
Zeng Wenjie ran away and Li Jiaqiang couldn't stop him even when he was called out to him.

"Damn it, stop looking, the instructor is here to check the dormitories!" Zeng Wenjie roared at the door of 621, which was filled with a sea of ​​heads.

In the end, no one listened to him, and some even turned around and mocked him.

"Wenjie, we've used this tactic of yours before. Stop yelling and let me give you a seat."

"This is the eighth time the instructor has come to check on the dormitory today, haha!"

There were three layers inside and three layers outside. A few classmates outside laughed with him and didn't believe it at all.

Li Jiaqiang had already trotted over, rushed into 621, dove into the crowd, and forcefully parted them, shouting, "What are you gathering here to watch so late at night?"

"Fuck!"

Seeing that it was really the counselor coming, the students were frightened. Some ran away, while others pretended to be serious.

Xu Chuan sat at the table and suddenly closed his notebook.

But this American conscience wondered what had happened. After closing the phone, the sound lingered, and then someone could be heard mumbling "hmmmm" and "ahhhhh" for five or six seconds before it ended. Xu Chuan felt that these were the longest five seconds of his life. All around him was eerily quiet, with only someone singing loudly.

Xu Chuan's face showed a smile that was uglier than crying. He said, "Instructor! You...you're here. Haha, I was organizing everyone to study."

"It's good to study, you have to study!" Li Jiaqiang said with a sneer.

Xu Chuan's old face turned red, Wang Bo shrank aside, and Lin Zhenshan didn't dare to show up.

Xu Chuan then shirked responsibility and said, "Coach, this... this is Wenjie's computer."

Zeng Wenjie knew he had to step forward, so he said, "Disperse, disperse. What are you doing gathered here? Don't you need to sleep? There's no class tomorrow!"

Seeing that Li Jiaqiang didn't say anything, the students immediately dispersed, not wanting to get involved in the mess.

"If something like this happens again, you can expect to be punished severely." Li Jiaqiang said coldly.

Xu Chuan didn't dare to speak. Li Jiaqiang turned around and fired at Lin Zhenshan, saying, "Is this how you act as a squad leader?!"

Lin Zhenshan spread his hands and said, "Teacher Li, we are all young men full of vigor and vitality. If they insist on watching, can I blindfold them?"

Zeng Wenjie snatched the notebook and deleted the folder in front of Li Jiaqiang.

"Hey, instructor, I downloaded all these things, but I didn't expect Xu Chuan to dig them out and organize everyone to study them together! I deleted them and won't download them again in the future. I promise you!" Zeng Wenjie was loyal and took the blame.

This matter is neither big nor small. Let's calm down Li Jiaqiang's anger first.

Li Jiaqiang couldn't help but sigh and said, "Be careful next time and don't make such a mistake again!"

Xu Chuan nodded hurriedly and said, "I know, I know!"

Li Jiaqiang looked at Lin Zhenshan and scolded him, "You are the squad leader, take responsibility! The main goal now is to study, not to do messy things, do you understand?"

Lin Zhenshan grinned and said, "Don't worry, instructor. Next time they dare to gather together to study, I'll smash their nests. Okay?"

After scolding the person, Li Jiaqiang turned around and left to check on other dormitories.

Xu Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, then couldn't help but sigh.

"I sigh deeply and wipe away my tears!" Xu Chuan sobbed as he recited the poem.

"The instructor didn't cause you any trouble, otherwise he would have given you a warning. Why are you still suffering?" Wang Bo asked.

"Brother Bo, this matter will definitely get out! I have already been blamed because of Wenjie's broken lighters. If this matter gets out, I'm afraid I will completely lose the right to choose my spouse for the next four years!" Xu Chuan almost burst into tears.

Zeng Wenjie found it funny. He patted Xu Chuan on the shoulder, smoked a cigarette, and said, "Forget it, don't think about it! I didn't delete the hidden folder. You can use it to study and soothe the pain in your heart. I'm going to take a shower and use the computer later."

Xu Chuan said: "To be honest, this is the second time today. I just asked everyone to come and study for fun."

"Twice? You're here to take care of your health! Turn on the computer, the flight is taking off!" Zeng Wenjie threw the computer to him, then went to the balcony to get a basin and toiletries.

The dormitory building of Fengyuan is quite user-friendly. There are shower rooms at the end of each floor on both sides, so you don’t have to run to the bathhouse. However, there is often no hot water here.

But Zeng Wenjie is a strong man who takes cold showers all year round. He dares to swim in the Baishui River even in the middle of winter. This is no big deal for him.

After taking a shower, Zeng Wenjie returned to the dormitory, opened Word, typed, and then copied and pasted it to send to Mu Qingyang.

"I'm assuming you can only type one word per second, which means sixty words per minute. There are twenty-four hours in a day, and apart from eight hours for sleep and two hours for meals, you should be able to write at least fifty thousand words!"

"Three thousand words, who will read it?"

Zeng Wenjie looked at the message sent by Mu Qingyang and felt that she was a little bit arrogant today.

(End of this chapter)