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Chapter 122 The Second-Hand Oil Dealers in Inner Mongolia! (Second Update!)

Before Wu Jingzhong could reply, Wang Ju spoke up first, "You're just unlucky. We're all in the same boat, so don't call anyone unlucky!"

Seeing that Ge Fei was about to leave, Wang Ju called him back: "Xiang Wuning, don't rush off. Write down an agreement by hand. The gist of it is that your school's own financial audit found some contract issues, and now these contracts need to be cleared and voided."

"We needed to sign a new contract with the teacher, but Mr. Wu Jingzhong was unwilling to sign a new contract, so he left on his own."

"After friendly negotiations, you both decided to part ways amicably."

"Hurry up and write it, I have other things to do, don't waste my time."

Just as he was about to leave, he was insulted by someone, calling him a country bumpkin. Ge Fei turned around, wanting to hit someone, but before he could even clench his fist, he was stopped by the accountant next to him. The accountant gave him a look, signaling him to go aside and talk.

The two then walked to the entrance. The finance officer, holding Ge Fei's left hand, lowered his voice and said, "Principal, a moment of patience brings peace! Taking a step back opens up a whole new world!"

"I can't take it anymore!" Ge Fei gritted his teeth, clenched his right fist, and kept looking into the living room while his left hand kept pulling, trying to break free from the control of the finances.

He looked like he was about to rush out and kill everyone inside.

Noticing his temper, the accountant released her grip, stepped aside, and leaned against the door: "Then go ahead!"

The force in his left hand suddenly loosened, and Ge Fei's body involuntarily leaned forward. To steady himself, he quickly took two steps forward.

After finally regaining his balance, he turned around and glared at the finance officer, questioning with his eyes why she had let go.

The finance officer gave him an innocent look, and Ge Fei had no choice but to return to the door: "I don't understand."

"If that's all there is to it, I won't stop you."

"But you know, I have a classmate who works at the Science and Technology Bureau. A few days ago, when I was having dinner with my classmate, we happened to talk about this person."

"According to him, the municipal government values ​​this person highly and has even had the Science and Technology Bureau conduct some research on him."

"In the end, the municipal government took away all the research data, and the municipal government repeatedly ordered strict confidentiality."

"That legal counsel just said that even if we try to find connections, they can do it much faster than we can."

"That must be true!"

"Making a scene will only do us harm, not benefit."

The finance officer's words made Ge Fei's face grow increasingly grim. Finally, he gritted his teeth, turned around, and walked into the living room, as if he had made up his mind.

Returning to the living room and sitting down in front of Wang Ju again, Ge Fei closed his eyes briefly: "I agree to write an agreement by hand as you requested."

He had barely finished speaking when Wang Ju glanced at him sideways and said, "Xiang Wuning's brain just doesn't work."

After cursing, he beckoned to Wu Jingzhong, who quickly brought over several sheets of A4 paper. Taking the A4 paper, Ge Fei began to handwrite the agreement.

After the three agreements were written, Wang Ju handed over a box of inkpads: "Press your thumbprints on both hands!"

This time, Ge Fei was extremely happy.

He took the inkpad and started pressing his thumbprint. After he finished pressing his thumbprint, Wang Ju took the agreement, glanced at it, and returned one copy to Ge Fei. He kept one copy of the remaining two agreements, and Wu Jingzhong kept one copy.

After Wu Jingzhong took the agreement, he waved it at Ge Fei like he was swatting a fly: "Xiang Wuning, you can leave now!"

Having been scolded again, Ge Fei gritted his teeth, suppressed the urge to curse, and turned to walk out the door.

After the door closed, Lin Man looked at Wu Jingzhong and said, "Teacher Wu, welcome to officially join us."

"Our school needs about ten teachers in total. Since some of the teachers you contacted have reported you, we will get rid of all of them."

"We need your help to reconnect with some people now, is that alright?"

"Sure!" It wasn't Wu Jingzhong who responded to Lin Man, but his wife, Li Lan.

Lin Man's gaze shifted to Li Lan, who smiled and said, "I teach at the Second Elementary School."

Upon receiving this answer, Lin Man couldn't help but smile wryly. He had originally planned to poach people from the Second Elementary School, but now he didn't even need to leave the house.

He nodded: "Okay, then I'll trouble Teacher Li to call a colleague you think is reliable!"

"By the way, you need to use different phrases when you call each person."

"If someone reports it, we can easily verify the facts."

"Okay!" Li Lan made an OK sign, then turned and picked up her phone to call a colleague: "Teacher Xu, a school in Tuocheng is looking for a Chinese language research group leader. Are you interested in going? Should I go? I'm considering it—"

"Teacher He, there's a private school that needs an English teacher. The salary is decent. Where is the school? Locally, of course."

"Teacher Zuo————"

After making more than ten calls, Li Lan put her phone on the coffee table and examined it with her arms crossed.

The next thing to do is wait, wait for interested people, and wait for lackeys.

Unlike her worried expression, Wu Jingzhong appeared exceptionally happy.

He held up a handwritten A4 exam paper, squatted down in front of a child who looked only five or six years old, and handed the paper to him: "Child, did you do this?"

The child glanced back at Lin Man, and after receiving a nod from Lin Man, he turned back again and timidly said to Wu Jingzhong, "It's me!"

"You know multiplication and division? Who taught you?"

"My mom taught me that!"

"Didn't you ask your mom why 1+1 equals 2?"

"I asked, but my mom told me not to worry about those things. 1+1 equals 2. When I asked her why, she beat me with a belt and said that children shouldn't ask so many questions, just remember. She also said that if I made a mistake while guarding the supermarket, it wouldn't be as simple as just being beaten with a belt."

This answer left Wu Jingzhong speechless, both amused and exasperated. He held the child's head in his hands, gently ruffled his hair, and then stood up to ask Lin Man, "Does this child's family own a supermarket?"

"There used to be some tourist attractions in the village, and many people ran small shops there, including his. Why do I feel that you're very happy, Teacher Wu?" Lin Man asked, puzzled.

Wu Jingzhong didn't answer immediately. He squatted down, handed another test paper to another child, asked the child his question, and then turned to Lin Man and said, "I don't know if you have a feeling, but in recent years, there have been more problem children and problem parents in schools."

"How can there be more? It's always been the same group of people, hasn't it?" Lin Man asked, puzzled. Then, in front of Wu Jingzhong, he started counting on his fingers: "I remember when I was in school, there were also people who looked abnormal."

"He's very restless in class, like a fully wound-up toy. Then you have to whip him. You whip him a couple more times with that oil-soaked bamboo whip until he feels the pain, and then he can sit still."

"When I was in first grade, my Chinese teacher would ask us to find the beginning of a paragraph. She would stand next to us with a whip and teach us one by one. If we pointed out a wrong place, she would slap our hand."

"Keep drawing until you find the right spot."

"As for math problems, those basic things, the math teacher's whip is faster and harder than the language arts teacher's."

「不要问为什幺1+1=2，要做的是记住1+1=2，然后进行运算。」

"The rest is unimportant."

"Because of this cramming education, those with problems were forcibly corrected and turned into normal people. Now that they have children, their average IQ is starting to return to normal."

"It's always been the same group of people!"

Lin Man's answer left Wu Jingzhong stunned. After a few seconds, he tapped his head with his right hand and spun around in circles. After two circles, he looked up and said, "It seems—it seems that's really true."

With a sigh, he turned back and pointed to the children in front of him: "Based on the test just now, these children have very strong learning abilities and memories."

"Moreover, they are not particularly self-centered."

"If all the children in the school are like this, the teaching process and the teaching effect will be very good. Then we can nurture them carefully, participate in a few math Olympiads, and get some good results."

"We can bypass the requirement of attending the nearest school and send the sixth-grade graduates to the No. 1 Middle School in the city, or the key class of Xingguang Middle School."

"The first time we get someone in, people will think we got in by luck. The second time we get someone in, people will notice us. The third time, then we'll be the best school."

Listening to Wu Jingzhong's step-by-step analysis, Lin Man rested his chin on his right hand and said, "I think it's a bit of a waste for you to be the head of the research group."

"No waste!" Wu Jingzhong shook his head: "Compared to dealing with those miscellaneous items, I still prefer teaching."

"Alright then!" Lin Man stretched and then extended his hand to Wu Jingzhong: "Teacher Wu, on behalf of Hongxing Elementary School, I welcome you to officially join us."

"If the teachers your spouse just contacted are coming over, could you please interview them for us within the next two or three days, Ms. Wu?"

"I trust Professor Wu's judgment on professional matters."

"However, two questions must be asked during the interview."

"The first question is, how should we view the issue of hang tags on e-commerce platforms?"

"The second question is, what's your opinion on duck legs turning into goose legs?"

"There is no standard answer. Just record all their answers and send me the results later."

"We're leaving now!"

Turning around, Lin Man called out to the children who were still studying the A4 paper, "Come on, Grandpa's taking you to KFC!"

The words "KFC" instantly caught the attention of the children. After confirming several times that Lin Man was going to take them to eat something delicious, the children swarmed around Lin Man: "I want a chicken wrap!"

"I want a super-sized beef burger!"

"I want a super, super big chicken leg!"

"I want a super, super, super big duck leg!"

"Isn't a duck leg a goose leg?"

Amidst the commotion, Lin Man left with the child, and Wu Jingzhong and his wife saw them off at the door and into the elevator.

After the elevator doors closed, Wu Jingzhong turned to Li Lan and asked, "What did he mean by those two questions he just asked?"

Li Lan rolled her eyes at her husband: "The tag incident is a matter of morality. A person with normal moral values ​​would unequivocally oppose this."

"Only morally unstable people would talk evasively, avoid giving a direct answer, or agree with the matter."

"As for turning a duck leg into a goose leg, it's simply a way of finding something to show that one's class status is different from others, and to make oneself appear as a nobleman."

"Those idiots just chose the wrong approach; they dared to eat goose legs that were so cheap."

"Speaking of goose legs, I'm going to buy some roast meat later. Would you like some goose legs?"

Wu Jingzhong was about to say he didn't want to eat when he met his wife's gaze. He slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Eat! And bring me a bottle of wine and a bowl of braised chicken feet!"

"I'm going to have a good drink!"

Leaving Jinzhong Garden, watching the traffic flow outside the car, Lin Man turned to Wang Ju and asked, "What did you say you were going to do?"

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Wang Ju rolled her eyes and said dejectedly, "Waiting for someone!"

"Waiting for whom?"

"That oil vendor!"

The words "oil vendor" reminded Lin Man of the nephew Wang Ju had mentioned before.

"Is he coming today?" Lin Man asked.

Wang Ju took out her phone, scrolled through the chat history, and then showed it to Lin Man: "My third uncle sent me a message saying that guy is coming today and asked me to go to Guangzhou to pick him up. I was too lazy to go, so I sent that guy a message telling him to come by himself."

"After all, based on the information I have, this guy is just a middleman who takes a cut of the profits; he can't possibly consume that much."

"The initiative is in our hands; there's no need to spoil a middleman!"

"Using middlemen will give this guy some unnecessary misconceptions, which will be detrimental to our future profits."

As the two were talking, Wang Ju's phone rang. He answered it casually, and a voice speaking Cantonese came through: "I'm out of the high-speed rail station, where the hell are you?"

Hearing the words "exit the high-speed rail station" coming from the phone, Lin Man blinked and mouthed a silent question: "Are you sure this person is a middleman?"

Wang Ju didn't answer; she just stared blankly at her phone.

The phone number was the same as the one his third uncle had given him, but the accent of the person speaking didn't match his current location.

Because his third uncle said that this person was from Inner Mongolia and was an oil middleman.

People in Montreal speak Cantonese!

Oil middlemen taking the high-speed rail!

He recognized each word individually, but when they were put together, he didn't recognize a single one.

After hesitating for a moment, he turned to Lin Man for his opinion: "Shall we go take a look?"

"Go ahead!"

With Lin Man's permission, Wang Ju turned the steering wheel and drove the car toward Xinhui High-speed Railway Station.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at Xinhui High-speed Railway Station. The two parties talked on the phone and met formally on the road outside the station.

Both sides met with excitement, and then, still with excitement, distanced themselves while simultaneously becoming wary.

While on guard, Lin Man asked the first question: "Are you that middleman?"

Across from him, the middleman asked the same question: "Are you the one who has the delivery orders for four million barrels of oil?"