Forcing universities to open up? Try it at our junior college!

The story told by Cui Jun, a henchman, is tragic.

That was truly tragic in the literal sense.

If Su Yu hadn't called, this Manager Zhao might have knocked Cui Jun unconscious with an electric shock.

Upon hearing Su Yu's voice, Supervisor Zhao put the stun gun aside and hurriedly urged Cui Jun to talk to Su Yu about serious matters.

Upon seeing Supervisor Zhao's reminder, Cui Jun didn't hesitate and quickly asked:

"Hey bro, how's things going over there? Have you gone back to the village yet?"

"Yes, yes."

"As soon as I got back to the village, I went to find all my relatives and invited them to my house."

Suddenly, Su Yu lowered his voice:

"Brother Cui, please cooperate, I've turned on speakerphone."

Then Su Yu's voice suddenly became louder:

"Hey, Brother Cui, please help your little brother out."

"These are all my real relatives; they all watched me grow up."

"Could you please talk to your superiors and give me a few more slots for interest-free loans, okay?"

Upon hearing what Su Yu said, Cui Jun immediately understood, and he quickly pretended to be in a difficult position:

"Su Yu, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that there aren't many spots left on my side."

"This is an interest-free loan. Even if you borrow it, you can earn free interest by depositing it in the bank."

"No, Brother Cui, you have to give me twenty spots today, otherwise our eight-hundred-year-old brotherhood will have been for nothing."

At this moment, the elderly men and women beside Su Yu also appeared, talking all at once:

"Young man, please help us out of respect for this kid."

"Yes, our local tea is not selling well this year, and we really need your help."

Hearing the voices of the elderly men and women on the other end of the phone, Cui Jun became even more certain of the truthfulness of what Su Yu had said.

He performed even more energetically:

"Oh, grandpa, grandma, it's not that I don't want to help you, I'm just really in a difficult situation."

…………

Just as Su Yu and Cui Jun's forces were engaged in a fierce battle.

Meanwhile, in a regular ward at Jiangcheng City Hospital.

After nearly two days of rest, Zhang Bing finally recovered a lot of energy.

But his face remained pale, devoid of any color.

"Ah~~~"

"ah!!!"

"It hurts so much, it really hurts!"

Although it didn't result in broken legs or arms, Zhang Bing's injuries were still quite serious.

Especially the whip Jiang Mo lashed at him.

The whip was like it was possessed, causing excruciating pain.

The pain kept Zhang Bing tossing and turning all night, unable to sleep.

But the physical pain was secondary; the mental torment was the greatest to him.

After Zhang Bing, the owner of Waxiang Chicken, was hospitalized, the situation at his shop deteriorated day by day.

Even the shop assistants have almost all left.

Zhang Bing still made a phone call that very night to summon his elderly parents, who were over sixty years old and lived thousands of miles away.

He made these two elderly people, who should have been enjoying their retirement, work at his clay pot chicken shop.

Even so, under the continuous torment of Cao Yuan and Zhang Feng...

Zhang Bing's shop continued to suffer losses.

"Fuck!!"

Seeing the tens of thousands of yuan in losses his clay pot chicken business was causing Zhang Bing, who was lying in a hospital ward, to suffer a stroke from anger and frustration.

I almost fainted from anger again.

"No, no."

Zhang Bing knew that if things continued like this, he would definitely lose everything.

Not only will they lose everything, they may even incur huge debts.

"I still need to go to Jiangcheng Vocational and Technical School."

The saying goes, "Fortune favors the bold."

Zhang Bing refused to believe that no one could control the students of Jiangcheng Vocational Technical School.

He should have listened to those security guards from Jiangcheng Vocational Technical School last time.

You shouldn't just go in like that.

This time he stayed outside and didn't go in.

He refused to believe that he could be beaten out by the students inside.

However, if he doesn't go in, how else can he find a way to deal with Zhang Feng and his group?

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in Zhang Bing's mind.

He lingered outside Jiangcheng Vocational and Technical College for a long time last time.

If I remember correctly, there seems to be a principal's complaint mailbox about 100 meters west of the main gate of Jiangcheng Vocational Technical School.

Oh, right.

Zhang Bing can report the students' behavior to the principal of Jiangcheng Vocational and Technical School.

The principal is definitely capable of managing these fearless students.

A glimmer of hope suddenly burst forth in Zhang Bing's dim eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, he rolled out of bed and skipped and hopped out of the hospital.

Although Zhang Bing knew that the principal might not be able to control this group of unruly students.

But this was his last hope.

He must seize this opportunity.

The entrance to Jiangcheng Vocational and Technical School.

At that moment, Zhang Bing limped off the taxi.

Following his memory of the location, he walked towards the principal's complaint box at Jiangcheng Vocational and Technical School.

There's always a way out.

Zhang Bing's memory is correct.

The complaint box does exist, and it's very new.

It also says that it should be sent to the principal's office for review at noon every day.

Seeing this, Zhang Bing became even more excited.

This time, he finally found his true savior.

Just as he was happily dropping in the letter of complaint he had written...

Unexpectedly, the principal's mailbox directly rejected his letter.

"Um??"

Zhang Bing looked at the mailbox in confusion, wondering why this was happening.

But just as he was wondering, an electronic voice suddenly came from his mailbox.

"Alarm, alarm! The paper you are trying to submit is not the special paper used by Jiangcheng Vocational and Technical College and cannot be delivered."

"Please turn right and walk 500 meters to Baixin Supermarket to make your purchase."

Upon hearing the mechanical announcement, Zhang Bing couldn't help but curse.

"Damn, what kind of crappy machine is this? This is a standard A4 sheet of paper."

But there was no other way. In order to report Cao Yuan, Zhang Feng, and Su Yu, Zhang Bing had no choice but to obediently follow the instructions and go to Baixin Supermarket.

Soon, Zhang Bing arrived at the entrance of Baixin Supermarket.

The supermarket was small and looked empty except for a middle-aged man playing on his phone.

"Hello, I would like a complaint form from your Jiangcheng University."

"Okay, five thousand dollars a stack, five sheets a stack, not sold separately."

"What? Say that again!"

"You're selling me a piece of paper for a thousand dollars!"

(You can guess how the principal got his A8 badge, and what explosive things will happen after the next report.)