Wang Xigen, who had been admiring standing a hundred meters away, saw Cheng Chuifan and He Manying walking towards him, so he walked over to them.

"Teacher Xiao Cheng, as soon as you left, Principal Jiang asked me to call you back, I saw that you were theorizing with Manying's sister-in-law, so I didn't interrupt. Wang Xigen said.

"I was about to go to him again. ”

In the teacher's office, in the director's office, and in several classrooms, there were people sticking their heads out to look this way.

Cheng Chuifan knew that he had become the headline of Jiangcun Middle School again. He thought to himself: Jiangcun Middle School is not only backward in terms of conditions and poor educational facilities, but also backward in thinking, and the mentality of being willing to be enslaved is very serious, and it is difficult for him not to become a headline in this environment.

He Manying rushed into the principal's office in front.

"Lian Zhong, there is something you take care of for me, your aunt is almost angry to death. "He Manying, the wicked person sued first.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Lianzhong was respectful to his aunt, "I seem to hear you arguing with someone." ”

"Not yet? You don't come out to see if you hear it. That Wang Zhiniu insisted on carrying the school's firewood home, saying that it was ordered by the new teacher. He Manying pointed at Cheng Chuifan and said.

"You, Cheng Chuifan?" Jiang Lianzhong was puzzled.

"Yes, it's me. ”

"Why are you so ordered? What right do you have to do this?!" Jiang Lianzhong was suddenly excited again.

"You're so noble, you made me do it yourself. Cheng Chuifan was extremely calm.

"When did I let you do that?"

"Yesterday I came to you, please send someone to tidy up the utility room for me, you said that this is my personal matter, the school doesn't care. Since it's my personal business, of course it's up to me to decide what to do with the things in the utility room, isn't it?"

"It's up to you to decide on the good one," Jiang Lianzhong snorted coldly, "The things in the utility room are all school things, which one can you decide?"

"Those things are all waste, broken table legs, broken stool legs and the like, you tell me to deal with it myself, I don't let people pick it up, how can I deal with it?"

"Letting you deal with it yourself, did you let you deal with it this way? You're letting the school lose its assets. ”

"Oh my god, give me a hat like this. Letting people pick up broken table legs and broken tables and stools is to drain the school's assets, and I think I'd better call and ask. ”

"Call, whose call?" Jiang Lianzhong didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Cheng Chuifan's gourd.

"I called and asked Director Wang if the school should take care of the accommodation of the newly assigned teachers, and whether they would have to pay for someone to tidy up the utility room. I also want to ask if letting the organizers pick up the waste is a loss of school assets. ”

"You, what the hell do you mean, Cheng Chuifan. Jiang Lianzhong asked weakly, because he had countless little Jiujiu in his heart—this stunned young man might have some kind of special relationship with Director Wang.

"I don't mean anything else, that's it. Principal Jiang, can you borrow the school's telephone to make a call?"

"I'm talking about you," Jiang Lianzhong had to take a step back, "You're really serious." You don't want to think about it, the director of the bureau will ask you about such a trivial matter? Forget it, forget it, isn't it just a few loads of firewood? You have the final say. ”

Jiang Lianzhong didn't smile at it.

"I think I'd better make a phone call. I know the phone number of the director's office—" Cheng Chuifan reported a phone number.

Jiang Lianzhong couldn't help but be surprised, because the number reported by Cheng Chuifan was too familiar to him, that is, the phone number of the director's office.

"Oh, don't I say it? No need to fight, no need to fight. ”

"Lian Zhong—" He Manying was anxious.

"I've seen the utility room, Auntie, just two or three loads of firewood. Let's just say, you go back to the cafeteria, I still have something to do with Teacher Cheng. ”

"More than two or three but firewood, let me calculate, more than a dozen sets of broken tables and stools, at least six loads, Lian Zhong. He Manying counted with his fingers.

"Do you care if he has three or six loads, didn't I tell you to go back to the cafeteria?"

"Okay, I'll go back to the cafeteria. All six loads of firewood were given to the dead old cow, can I be willing?" He Manying muttered and walked out of the principal's office.

Somehow, after He Manying left the office, Wang Xigen still stayed in the corridor and didn't come in, so he kept standing in the corridor and smoking, but he didn't leave.

"You're finally satisfied. Jiang Lianzhong took the initiative to break the silence in the office.

"I'm not satisfied. Cheng Chuifan said.

"Are you still not satisfied?" Jiang Lianzhong really didn't expect that he would hear this kind of reply, "Cheng Chuifan, you can't get an inch in life." ”

"I didn't get an inch, where did I get the footage?"

"Tell me, what else are you dissatisfied with?"

"I'm thinking, I'm a dignified graduate of Jiangdong Normal University who came to teach here, and I didn't even pay for cleaning the utility room to pay for my accommodation, which is too boring. I'm really afraid that when I go to the bureau one day, I can't help but complain to the director. I have heard that every year, the Education Bureau allocates funds to schools to repair teaching facilities and renovate dilapidated buildings. I turned around in the morning and found that the students' dormitory was actually a dilapidated room......" Cheng Chuifan said as he watched Jiang Lianzhong with his spare eyes.

He wondered if the results he expected would come. The result he expected was that Jiang Lianzhong's face would change drastically.

Cheng Chuifan's prediction was very accurate. Jiang Lianzhong's expression really changed when he heard this.

"And it's not a small amount of money. Cheng continued his speculation.

"Hehe, Mr. Cheng knows quite a lot. Jiang Lianzhong calmed down, "Of course, the bureau allocated repair fees, but because our school has too many places to repair, we have not been able to repair the dormitories and teachers' housing." Hell, how did I talk to you about this? Don't you just want me to reimburse you for the clean-up costs? Just write a note and I'll report it to you. It's so pitiful. ”

"Correct you again, principal, I don't have anything to be sorry for, I just feel uncomfortable. You don't remember what I said at Wang Yuqi's house, I don't worry about money. "Cheng Chuifan is which pot is not opened, which pot is not opened.

"So your father will give 100,000 yuan to meet today?" Jiang Lianzhong was not a green onion, and immediately shot back.

"Hehe, I haven't called back yet. Because, here, it's hard to make a phone call. Why don't you lend me this phone?"

"This is a public phone call, how can you talk about private matters? I warn you, you don't mention the grievances between us and Wang Yuqi at school," Jiang Lianzhong lowered his face, "Otherwise, don't blame me for not reminding you." ”

"OK, it's my fault this time," Cheng Chuifan immediately admitted his mistake and retreated, "If it's okay, I'll withdraw." I'm going to go get those three students back to their own class. ”

"That's what I called Principal Wang to call you. Jiang Lianzhong was indescribably angry.

"So you agree?" Cheng Chuifan deliberately showed surprise.

"It's so simple. I am calling you back to tell you that you are not qualified to deal with this matter because you are not yet the homeroom teacher of the third (2) class of junior high school. Jiang Lianzhong did not hide his smug expression.

"What do you mean?" This time, Cheng Chuifan was indeed a little confused.

"Because my decision to appoint you as the head teacher of the original third (2nd) class has not yet been announced, and the Academic Affairs Office does not know, nor has it yet been handed over to Wu Liang. Therefore, now the head teacher of the third (2) class of junior high school is still Wu Liang, not you Cheng Chuifan. Do you understand?"

"I see. Cheng Chuifan said.

"So, when I inform the Academic Affairs Office, when I and Wu Liang are handed over and you officially become the head teacher of the third (2) junior high school, those three people are already students of the third (2) junior high school. How's it going, are you feeling okay?"

"Of course I'm in a good mood. ”

"Really?"

"Dear Principal Jiang, don't you think my goal has been achieved?"