Chapter 36: Mother, Give Me Ten Thousand Riches!

This time, the mission system was obviously a hooligan, and Hao could feel the deep malice of the system from the depths of his mind with his feet. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Hao Yun has always wondered in his heart, why is the system so obsessed with recovering the aura skill? Could this aura really be the key to breaking the balance?

I can't figure it out, Hao Yun really can't figure it out. How can Hao Yun, who has been an ordinary person for more than 20 years, know the strength of super life? Super life is a powerful force hidden in the long river of history, and the driving force behind every change in human beings may be super life. When Hao Yun had the seed of spiritual power, he also pushed open that door - behind that door was not only power and money, but also endless darkness and risk.

The purpose of the system's efforts to recover the aura skill is to drag Hao Yun back from another world, in other words, the system wants to protect Hao Yun and prevent him from encountering powerful enemies and being slaughtered in his rookie period. In the face of the super life like a beast in the mature stage, Hao Yun, who can only put on a halo, is weak, and he is not like a super life!

Of course, Hao Yun didn't know this background information, and he was now trying to plan what to do next. He really felt like he was a little weak and incapable now. Zhuge Liang's kind of strongman is tired to death, Hao Yun feels that he should also find some help!

A school with only one principal is not sound, and even if it is not for the task of recruiting talents, Hao Yun feels that he has to find some helpers. However, the requirements of the recruitment task are too high, and Gao Hao Yun feels a little trembling.

Hao Yun, who was born in a top normal school, certainly knows the inner needs of students who come out of a famous normal school: high salary and establishment. These prospective teachers would never consider a private school if they had a choice – even if the private one gave them a lot of money. More normal students want to enter the system and get a guarantee similar to an iron rice bowl.

The establishment is something that Hao Yun can't give if he wants to, no matter how hard Hao Yun's face is, he can't brush out the career establishment from the Education Bureau. Now that the domestic environment is compressing the establishment, where can Hao Yun approve vacant positions?

As everyone knows, how many formal teachers in the public middle schools in the seven cities are still waiting for the career of the old teachers to retire and vacate their careers. If Hao Yun dared to cut off his beard in the middle at this time and take away the already small establishment, even if his father was Hao Han, Hao Yun would be torn to pieces by the angry teachers - don't underestimate intellectuals, intellectuals are more terrible than hooligans!

Therefore, Hao Yun can't get the career establishment anyway, and without the career establishment, the attraction to talents will be much smaller. So the cards in Hao Yun's hand are only one with a high salary.

Hao Yun was bored before graduation and participated in a lot of job fairs, and he also had a certain understanding of the general situation of normal students' employment. The average salary of a recent teacher teacher is about 4,000 yuan – lower in the north and higher in the south. Of course, the entire average salary refers to the price of public colleges, and some frenzied private schools can open the price code to a monthly salary of 20,000 yuan, Hao Yun said that he can't play happily with these friends who play this aristocratic school! This is simply breaking the rules of the market!

But thanks to the system for leaving Hao Yun a way to live - this time it didn't prohibit Hao Yun from using the power of his parents, in other words, Hao Yun can now use the wealth that Hao's mother has accumulated!

Hao Yun has not calculated how much money the Hao family has, but no matter how poor the group that can cooperate with the power grid, it is less than one billion yuan. Hao Yun occasionally heard Hao's mother talk about the group, and his family's power plant seems to have nine...

Hao Yun said that he was the only child in the family, and the property of the old Hao family would be his own after a hundred years, so he should advance the inheritance of the second elder when he spends money now. What's more, he's not a loser! He belongs to venture capital, right? Although he invests in his own school, have you ever heard of such a sentence: Investing in a school is a merit in the present and a benefit in the future?

So Hao Yun drove his baby Harley straight to the building where the Hao family's group was located without any psychological pressure. Although he didn't go to the group once in 800 years, the old employees of the group still remembered what the baby son of his chairman looked like! This is a young owner, if he really offends to death, the future life will definitely not be easy!

Therefore, when Hao Yun went to his own company, he did not encounter the bullshit incident of being stopped by his own security guard -- how can there be so many opportunities to pretend to be 13 slaps in the face in life?

Hao Yun, who came to his mother's office, made himself a cup of instant coffee, and then put in half a box of sugar cubes. He doesn't like bitter coffee, he thinks that people who like that bitter taste are pretending to be 13 criminals, people are eager for beauty and happiness, sweetness is the best interpretation of happiness, so how can people who like to drink bitter count?

Of course, this is just the words of Hao Yun's family with insufficient life experience, but it is still true that Hao Yun is addicted to sugar. He felt that if he didn't have the help of the all-round principal system, he would definitely have to rely on insulin every day when he turned 40!

Hao's mother put down the folder in her hand and asked in surprise: "Good son, why do you think about the group? Do you want to learn group management?"

Hao Yun casually and lazily lay on the leather sofa and said, "That's not it, I'm looking for you for money." ”

"What do you want to do?" Hao's mother was not angry when she heard that her son was asking for money, because she knew that Hao Yun would not open his mouth for no reason.

Hao Yun sat up and straightened out his appearance, and pretended to be serious: "Chairman Wang, sitting in front of you is the principal of Jixian Cultural School, Hao Yun. ”

Hao's mother looked at her son with a serious face, and then she held her forehead and asked helplessly, "Principal Hao, right?

Hao Yun said solemnly: "I want to discuss the relevant issues of your group's capital injection into our school. Your son and I have opened a new school, the school building is 500 square meters, and there are two or three students, I think I might as well stay at home if I continue to make such a small fuss!

Hao's mother asked with great interest: "Son, do you want to open a school? Mom supports you! But where did you get the money before? I don't remember giving you so much money?"

Hao Yun sneered: "Sell words! I can still get my calligraphy in my hands -- this "Pengcheng Wanli" in your office was recently given by someone else, right? I didn't expect that guy to buy my words and send them to my mother, the world is so wonderful!"

Hao's mother looked back in horror at the beautifully framed calligraphy work presented by her business partner. The son is right, this painting was really sent recently, could it be that the author of this painting is really his own son? The great calligrapher who saw the dragon and could not see the end was his own son?

"I relied on the money from selling words to sell pots and irons to make up the money to buy a school, which is on the third floor of the miners' newspaper, 500 square meters. The money for the renovation was also written out by me one by one... But I'm so busy right now that I don't even have time to sell words, so I'm going to ask you, the God of Wealth grandmother, to help. Hao Yun said cheekily, what else is polite to his own mother?

Hao's mother thought about it and called the finance office: "Director Zhao? How much surplus is there on the group's books? How much is left after the raw materials and workers' wages? 100 million? Okay, leave 70 million, transfer 30 million to me." I have another use, my son is going to start a business, of course I, as a mother, have to support it. ”

Hao Yun listened to his mother's domineering words and felt warm in his heart, worthy of being his own mother, that is, generous! 30 million will be given! With this 30 million Hao Yun's waist pole, he can also be a lot harder, and now Hao Yun's economic strength is no worse than some so-called aristocratic schools, with the Hao group behind him, Hao Yun is no one.

Thanks to Hao's Group, which is wholly owned by Hao's mother, if it is placed in a joint-stock group, a medium-sized transfer of 30 million must be approved by the board of directors.