In name only: The land of Handong, I shall rule its fate.

"It's very simple!"

Wu Chunlin shrugged and said, "Let's do another season of 'Be Arrogant, College Students!'"

Ok?

All the leaders cast skeptical glances at them.

"IMHO!"

The president of Central Taiwan University of Science and Technology sarcastically remarked, "Given Minister Wu's credibility, which other university would agree to participate in the admissions process?"

The name Wu Chunlin is now so infamous that even the rats in the sewers are more powerful than him.

Let's not talk about other places.

Universities within Handong Province might not be willing to give him face.

Why do we need the school's permission?

Wu Chunlin blinked and asked sincerely, then, amidst the incredulous looks of the crowd, he made another earth-shattering statement: "The program invited students, not universities, to record it."

"What...what do you mean?"

An elderly headmaster with a goatee shuddered; he had already guessed what was going on, but dared not say it. "Students are obligated to follow school rules and regulations. How can they participate in the recording of a program without the school's permission!"

"I already said it!"

Wu Chunlin took it for granted, saying, "Only current students follow the school's unified command and arrangements; it's different after graduation."

"Does being a recent graduate mean you're no longer considered a college student? Are you deprived of your academic education and no longer considered a graduate of a particular school?"

It's late June now.

"Most universities in China start issuing graduation certificates and degree certificates around this time, and students complete the procedures for leaving school. They will officially graduate on the 1st of next month and their files will be dispatched."

"They graduated, and we followed right after."

"University students are generally capable, and 99% of them have a place to go. However, every school has a few disappointed students, either because they didn't get into their target companies or because they have their own plans, resulting in a gap period after graduation."

"Our target is them."

"Hehehe!"

"There are those who look down on the elite students of Handong, but I believe we still have a huge appeal to most recent graduates."

"All the talented people in the world will flock to my Handong."

Wu Chunlin's strange and arrogant laughter echoed in the office, shaking the curtains at the window and also shaking the hearts of these bigwigs.

That's how they got scammed!

Thinking of this.

His pale, aged face looked even worse.

"Why are you all so embarrassed? We've already poached all the students in your school that we could. What's there to be afraid of?"

Seeing that no one was speaking, Wu Chunlin started with a sarcastic remark.

It's really awful to listen to.

But it was like a good medicine, instantly making the hearts of those in charge beat again. Right, their own school's students had all been packed up and taken away, so what did they have to be afraid of?

"That's more like it."

Seeing that they had calmed down, Wu Chunlin said with satisfaction, "So, are you in or not?"

The elderly men and women looked at each other, ignoring Wu Chunlin's urging, and simply huddled together, whispering among themselves.

It only took two or three minutes.

The people in charge acted as if nothing had happened, and sat back down in their seats with dignity. It was the only two elderly women among them who spoke.

"Minister Wu, we can agree, but we have a condition: Handong is not allowed to recruit students from universities in the central region in any proactive way next year, except for students who volunteer."

Vice Principal Hu of Xianghu Normal School, dressed in a cheongsam, sat there with an air of elegance.

"snort!"

Principal Li of Central China University of Finance and Economics was much more blunt: "Handong's actions are seriously disrupting the distribution of new talent. The fact that the higher authorities haven't immediately stopped it doesn't mean they're condoning it. Minister Wu, you don't want to experience the feeling of being crushed by the Buddha's palm, do you?"

"Um?"

Wu Chunlin frowned slightly. Given the current situation, how dare they try to negotiate with him?

But then, Secretary Ye tugged at him from behind, leaned down and whispered a few words in his ear, her eyes suddenly lighting up.

Hey!

Young people are indeed quick-witted.

"Can!"

Wu Chunlin crossed his legs and not only agreed, but also took a step back, saying, "Handong can promise to recruit from the central region only once every three years."

What!

The people in charge exchanged glances. This was great news! Their bottom line had actually been as low as once every two years, but now once every three years was enough for them to catch their breath.

But the joy quickly turned into deeper worry.

Would such a villain have such good intentions?

"Handong must have its own conditions."

Wu Chunlin placed his hands on his knees, glaring menacingly, and waved behind him, "Xiao Ye, talk to the principals about the program's preparation plan."

"Good morning/afternoon, school principals."

Secretary Ye gave her boss a resentful look. Good grief, I gave you an idea, and you turned around and used me to draw the blame. Despite her thoughts, she still stepped forward without hesitation.

There are only about ten university presidents.

Back then...

He tried to frame Secretary Liang, but Secretary Liang obediently complied.

"I am Xiao Ye, Minister Wu's secretary."

But thoughts are one thing…

Secretary Ye's second sentence immediately pulled the boss back to her side, declaring to the public: "All the bad ideas were the work of my boss, Wu Chunlin. Gentlemen, please don't hold a grudge against me, Xiao Ye. The blame lies with the one in charge; go find that Wu guy."

Wu Chunlin felt the hatred growing stronger, and his lips twitched. He knew he couldn't keep this secretary.

Change!

We'll change it right away.

"Universities in central China have always been renowned in the national education sector for their high-quality students, strong professional programs, and rigorous approach to learning, serving as role models for all universities."

Secretary Ye sincerely showered the elderly with compliments, successfully winning their first smiles upon entering the office. Young people really do have a way with words.

"But the only drawback of universities in the central region is that they are too low-key."

Secretary Xiao Ye opened the program proposal and said, "In order to make a name for ourselves, we plan to organize a national challenge in the second season of the program."

What!

The goatee-wearing headmaster was so startled he almost plucked out his own beard. He said that boasting was fine, and they liked to hear it, but challenging the entire nation was unnecessary.

"Principals, please don't misunderstand. The program team means that you will select the best of the best from among the 8,000 students to form 400 teams, with 80 students and 20 substitutes in each team. These teams will compete against student teams from universities across the country that the program team has contacted. The competition will be all-round, from professional skills and physical confrontation to moral character."

The voice just fell.

Secretary Xiao Ye quickly slipped over to the people in charge, squatted down, and whispered, "Principals, you all know very well what the overall abilities of the graduates from key universities who are currently in a period of unemployment are like. Moreover, the program's plan, question direction, and number of segments are all determined by you."

"Hey, maybe this is a bit of an unfair victory."

"But a win is a win, and a loss is a loss."

"Principals, think about it: if our team beats one of the top ten universities in the country, wouldn't our reputation skyrocket?"

Secretary Ye is like a seductive little devil, gently persuading and enticing.

This isn't a good idea...

The people in charge had complicated expressions; they had a fairly high moral standard, and they wouldn't accept such handouts…