Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

When Yan Bugui returned home, he told his wife what Li Jiuzhou had said.

Yang Ruihua thought it made a lot of sense; her husband's principal was definitely the kind of person who wouldn't act until he saw a clear benefit.

It seems their family isn't giving him enough; I just wonder how much they would need to satisfy him.

At this moment, Yang Ruihua showed a look of heartache:

"Old Yan, how much are you planning to give? You'll feel bad if you give too much."

Yang Ruihua didn't just let the matter drop; she still wanted her husband to get a promotion.

After all, they lived in a tenement, and they still had a sense of vanity.

The most important point is that their family is rich and can afford the cost.

Yan Bugui lit a cigarette, weighing the pros and cons, because he really didn't know how big the principal's appetite was.

If you give too little, it's basically a waste of money; if you give too much, you'll feel bad because it's money.

As he finished his cigarette, Yan Bugui gritted his teeth:

"Ruihua, withdraw a thousand yuan tomorrow morning, and I'll get you a small yellow croaker."

"If the old man still doesn't agree after this, then we'll fight to the death."

Yang Ruihua was startled upon hearing this, and her voice trembled as she spoke:

"This...this...this is way too much!"

Yan Bugui's face revealed a ruthless expression:

"You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub; if it works, you can break even in a year and a half."

"The head of the teaching department only gets 78.5 a month, that's a good deal."

"We can accept this outcome."

Yang Ruihua breathed a sigh of relief after Yan Bugui's explanation.

If that's really the case, then it's not unacceptable, so I agreed:

"Okay, I'll send the money to your school tomorrow at noon."

After discussing the specific details, the couple went to sleep together.

After putting their son to sleep, Li Jiuzhou and his wife began their nightlife.

There's no way I can sleep; the night is long and I can't sleep. How the hell can I sleep if I don't cause some trouble?

The next day at noon, Yan Bugui met up with his wife Yang Ruihua at the school gate.

Yang Ruihua handed a thick envelope to her husband.

"Old Yan, this has to work out, otherwise our family's savings will shrink by one-fifth."

Yan Bugui was somewhat displeased:

"What do old women know? Hurry up and go home. Don't worry, this time it's definitely safe."

After saying that, Yan Bugui took the money and went straight to the principal's office. He knew that the old man would take a nap after lunch every day, so this was the perfect time to go over, as the old man was still awake.

As soon as I entered the office, I saw my competitor, Teacher Wang, come out with a big smile on his face.

"Hey, Teacher Yan, are you here to see the principal?" Teacher Wang greeted Yan Bugui with a beaming smile.

Yan Bugui felt annoyed, but since he didn't want to offend someone who was smiling, he politely replied:

"Yes, Teacher Wang, I need to report some things to the principal."

"Oh, I see. Then I won't bother you any longer. See you later." Teacher Wang didn't mind at all; even though he knew about Yan Bugui's actions, he didn't care.

Anyway, he's got his job as the dean of students sorted out, and nobody can stop him. He even gave them a thousand yuan.

The old man's eyes narrowed into slits when he saw the money.

Yan Bugui knocked on the door and entered the principal's office.

Principal Wu sat upright in his chair. When he saw Yan Bugui come in, he was a little displeased. "Why is it you again? Are you here to pick up those two broken pots of flowers?"

Having been a principal for so many years, he had never met such a stingy person as Yan Bugui.

Wanting to improve is fine, but you can't act all high and mighty. What does sending two potted plants mean?

Do you think you're aloof and refined?

Please, getting promoted isn't something that can be done by throwing dinners; you have to put in real money.

Therefore, Principal Wu didn't have much hope for Yan Bugui, this miserly man; a subordinate who couldn't be squeezed for anything was useless.

Yan Bugui came in and got straight to the point:

"Principal, I need to report something to you."

Principal Wu was quite shrewd; he politely invited Yan Bugui to sit down and offered him a Daqianmen cigarette.

Principal Wu sized Yan Bugui up and down, and seeing the bulging pockets in his pockets, decided to give him another chance.

"Teacher Yan, please feel free to tell me what's on your mind. I still have some time."

The implication was that I was about to take a nap, so I should tell you quickly if I needed anything.

A glint of inspiration flashed in Yan Bugui's eyes. He nodded and, without saying a word, got up and locked the office door from the inside.

When Principal Wu saw Yan Bugui's actions, he immediately panicked. Would this guy kill someone to cover up his crime for two pots of flowers?

It's not surprising that Principal Wu thinks this way; it's because he hasn't lived enough yet. The older people get, the more afraid they are of death, especially those with status.

"Teacher Yan, what's wrong...?"

Before Principal Wu could react, Yan Bugui quickly explained with a smile:

"Principal, please don't misunderstand. You dropped some things while you were walking on the playground today, and I was worried it might have a bad influence."

"Is this what you're looking for?"

After he finished speaking, he took out an envelope from his pocket, which contained a thousand dollars.

"There's a thousand dollars in here. Count it; it should be the one you dropped."

Principal Wu took the envelope, opened it, and counted the money; it was exactly one thousand yuan.

He was a little surprised. Yan Bugui was really stingy; not everyone could come up with a thousand yuan.

But now he's in a bit of a predicament; he just promised Teacher Wang.

However, he also had a way to deal with it, even stopping the act altogether:

"Teacher Yan, actually I lost two thousand yuan today, and Teacher Wang found another thousand yuan."

"You two must have met at the door, right?"

The implication is that your competitor also gave me a thousand dollars, and arrived earlier than you.

It's easy to surpass Teacher Wang; your sincerity isn't enough.

Yan Bugui breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, he had been prepared. He smiled and said:

"Principal, have you forgotten? There's still a small yellow croaker." After saying that, he took it out of his pocket and placed it in front of Principal Wu.

Principal Wu picked it up and examined it, then gently bit it with his teeth. Once he confirmed it was real, he immediately smiled at Yan Bugui.

"Teacher Yan, thank you so much! This is definitely the one I dropped. I was so worried this morning, thank goodness for you!"

Principal Wu's actions filled Yan Bugui with contempt. How could there be such a person?

Could the yellow croakers I sent be fake?

He even bit it with his teeth right in front of me, which shattered Principal Wu's reputation in Yan Bugui's heart.

However, you really can't blame Principal Wu for this, because he has learned his lesson the hard way!

He had indeed been bribed by subordinates with fake small yellow croakers in the past.

You must verify the authenticity beforehand, otherwise you'll be the one who suffers.

Besides, neither of us, the one giving bribes and the one receiving them, are good people. We're both hiding our dirty secrets.

What's the point? Just say it outright, it's the same as doing business.

The position of Dean of Students is a hot commodity; whoever offers the highest price gets it.

He was the one who called the shots at Hongxing Primary School, which was just a small area of ​​land.