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

(Originally, this part was about Zhang Bing luring the school to kill someone, but after discussing it with a good friend, I realized he was even younger than me.)

(I revised the plot of this chapter again at his request.)

"What? Say that again!"

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

Upon hearing the cashier's words, Zhang Bing's eyes widened, and he exclaimed in surprise:

"Is the paper at your Jiangcheng Vocational Technical School made of gold or silver?"

Hearing Zhang Bing's angry rebuke, the cashier didn't even raise her head, and said calmly:

"It's neither gold nor silver, just ordinary paper."

"No way, you're charging such a high price!"

Zhang Bing rebuked angrily.

But the cashier still ignored him and instead asked impatiently:

"So are you going to buy it or not? If not, get lost. This paper is only sold here."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Bing was so angry he laughed.

No wonder they're so arrogant; they're just relying on the fact that only their store has this kind of paper!

Are you arrogant?

Zhang Bing actually... tolerated it.

A small leak will sink a great ship.

Zhang Bing was also hoping that the principal of Jiangcheng Vocational Technical School would help him solve the problems in his shop.

Once this problem is solved, at least his shop won't be losing tens of thousands of yuan every day.

Losing tens of thousands of yuan in a day is obviously less costly than spending the current five thousand yuan.

Zhang Bing really suffered this loss!

"Payment code, I'll buy!"

A ding sound.

Zhang Bing stared at the 16.66 yuan balance on his phone, his heart bleeding.

"Okay, here you go."

Upon hearing that the money had been credited to her account, the cashier stood up from her chair, stretched, and took a stack of dusty papers from the shelf.

Zhang Bing spent five thousand yuan to buy paper that was more expensive than gold, but it was only wrapped in a layer of inferior plastic.

The plastic sheeting was covered in dust, and what's worse, the supermarket staff wouldn't even bother to wipe it down for him.

Zhang Bing took the paper, but his hands were covered in dust, and he was furious.

He glared at the cashier and walked outside.

But just as Zhang Bing was about to walk out of the Baixin Supermarket, the cashier suddenly called him back.

"Hey bro, you haven't bought a pen yet."

Hearing the supermarket cashier's words behind him, Zhang Bing snorted and turned his head away.

He rolled his eyes at the checkout counter, thinking he had seen through the supermarket's scheme, and said smugly:

Do you think I'd fall for your tricks again?

"A stack of paper costs me five thousand yuan, and they won't let me buy it individually."

"Since your paper is in this condition, this pen won't be much cheaper either."

Zhang Bing paused for a moment, then, with a look that seemed to see through everything, confidently said:

"Let me guess, is one of your pens also worth a thousand yuan?"

"And like paper, is it true that you can't buy it individually, but have to buy five at a time?"

"Wow!"

How did you know?

The cashier at Baixin Supermarket was clearly taken aback.

This soldier isn't stupid, is he?

They even managed to guess the price and selling method of the pens in their supermarket beforehand.

Zhang Bing was even more smug.

"Hmph."

Although Zhang Bing is bad, it must be said that he is indeed quite clever.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have thought of using fabricated rumors about Liu Xiaoyue to gain traffic.

He proudly raised his neck, but the long whip marks on his neck were visible.

Startled, Zhang Bing quickly shrank back inside.

"In short, don't try to pull your little tricks on me."

"Where can't I buy this pen? Only a fool would spend five thousand dollars on your pen."

"To me, you're just a little brother."

"And one last thing."

"You shouldn't call yourselves 'White Heart Supermarket' anymore, you might as well change your name to 'Black Heart Supermarket'."

After saying that, Zhang Bing turned around and continued walking.

The supermarket cashier smiled and shook her head, neither trying to persuade Zhang Bing further nor lowering the price.

He silently rummaged through the shelves and found a pen that was also covered in dust, then placed it on the counter.

An hour later.

Zhang Bing stormed into Baixin Supermarket, pointing at the cashier behind the counter and yelling:

"grass!"

"What the hell is this paper?!"

"I bought this paper for five thousand yuan, why can't I write on it?!"

"Give me some paper, please!"

At this moment, Zhang Bing was undoubtedly extremely, extremely, extremely angry.

After leaving Baixin Supermarket, he planned to quickly find a supermarket or convenience store to buy a pen.

However, there isn't a single convenience store within several hundred meters of Jiangcheng Vocational Technical School.

There isn't even a single household here, let alone a convenience store.

Zhang Bing had to run several miles before he found a convenience store and spent one yuan to buy a black ballpoint pen.

But this ballpoint pen just wouldn't write anything, and he initially thought it was a broken pen that the clerk had sold him.

After trying ten different pens, I still couldn't write anything.

Zhang Bing was so angry that he almost got into a fight with the shop assistant.

It was only after the convenience store owner intervened that Zhang Bing discovered the problem was with the paper.

So Zhang Bing rushed back to the Baixin Supermarket without stopping.

"Tell me, what explanation do you have now?"

Faced with Zhang Bing's questioning, the cashier at Baixin Supermarket showed no fear, but instead confidently stated:

"You bought special-supply paper from Jiangcheng Vocational Technical School, so of course only special-supply pens from Jiangcheng Vocational Technical School can write on it, right?"

"Is there a problem with that?"

………………

For a moment, Zhang Bing didn't know what to say.

I wanted to yell and curse, but I was powerless to do so.

So, are you going to buy it or not?

"I'll buy it! I'll buy it!"

Zhang Bing practically gritted his teeth as he said these words.

But at this moment, Zhang Bing was penniless.

He could only perform the same mysterious ritual in front of this cashier, yet he seemed to have a telepathic connection with Su Yu and the others who were far away in Tazhai.

"for you!"

Zhang Bing burst out of the door.

Although these five sheets of paper and five pens emptied Zhang Bing's savings, and he even took out a loan of five thousand yuan.

But Zhang Bing felt it was worth it.

He can immediately be brought back to life and return to his peak with these five pieces of paper.

And so, Zhang Bing carried with him resentment towards Su Yu, Cao Yuan, Zhang Feng, Jiang Mo who had whipped him into a spinning top, and the Bai Xin Supermarket.

Even without using steamed buns, Zhang Bing filled five sheets of paper with his writing without repeating a single character.

"Phew~~~"

Zhang Bing slowly walked to the principal's complaint box.

With great anticipation, he stuffed the five sheets of special supply paper filled with writing into the principal's complaint box.

Under Zhang Bing's tense gaze.

The five sheets of paper were successfully delivered to the principal's mailbox.

"The paper used in the test was specially supplied to our school. It has been successfully included. Thank you for your support."

Zhang Bing breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second...

Rip, rip, rip~~~

"Um??"

Zhang Bing frowned.

Why did he hear a strange sound coming from the principal's complaint box?

What happened? Is he deaf?

Sizzle—sizzle—

He wasn't mistaken; there was a sound coming from the mailbox.

Moreover, the sound seemed to be the sound of paper shredding.

Just as Zhang Bing was in a daze, the cashier from Baixin Supermarket pushed a cart to the front of the principal's complaint mailbox.

Then, in front of Zhang Bing, under Zhang Bing's astonished gaze.

The cashier at the White Heart Supermarket took out a key from her pocket and opened the mailbox.

Suddenly, snowflakes began to fall, and countless scraps of paper were collected by the cashier into the trash can on the trolley.

…………

After realizing what was happening, Zhang Bing, who was usually so composed, finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Fuck!"

"Who the hell turned the principal's complaint box into a shredder?!"