Chapter 39: Ripping Money
Xiang Xiaotian picked up the phone on the table and pressed a number.
"Director Wu, come to my office."
A few minutes later, a man of medium height walked into Xiang Xiaotian's office, the man looked like he was in his forties from the face, but he was already full of silver-gray hair, as if all the nutrients in the hair had been absorbed by the overloaded brain.
"Principal Xiang, are you looking for me?"
Wu Mengbi stood respectfully in front of Xiang Xiaotian's desk, holding a small notebook in his hand, ready to record the principal's instructions at any time.
"Oh, sit down." Xiang Xiaotian pointed to the leather sofa in front of his desk.
Wu Meng tensed his upper body and sat on the sofa in a very uncomfortable but relatively rigorous posture.
"That's right, you immediately drafted a notice to expel Su Ruixi, a second-year student of public relations at the School of Advertising, who got into a fight with someone outside the school, not only injuring and disabling people, but also causing a stir on the Internet, seriously damaging the reputation of our school."
Wu Meng nodded while recording in the small notebook.
He did not dare to have any objection to the principal's decision. It's just that Su Ruixi's father is the owner of a well-known chain hotel, and if his daughter is fired, he will inevitably lose the opportunity to cooperate with this chain hotel in the future.
Wu Meng felt that it was still necessary to remind the principal:
"Principal Xiang, do you know that Su Ruixi's father, Su Yinping, doesn't know?"
"Su Yinping?" Xiang Xiaotian thought for a while, he seemed to have heard this name somewhere, "Oh, by the way, isn't it the owner of that chain hotel." β
"It's him!" Wu Meng said happily, awakening Principal Xiang's memory and giving him a sense of accomplishment.
"Principal Xiang, among the parents of students studying in our school, Su Yinping's wealth and strength can be said to be this ......" Wu Meng gave a thumbs up.
"Say whatever you want."
Xiang Xiaotian said as he poured the black tea in the fair cup into the cup in front of Wu Meng.
"I mean, can you think about the expulsion of Su Ruixi? In fact, Su Ruixi made a mistake, which is not only not a bad thing for the school, but a good thing. β
"Oh? Is it a good thing? I want to hear and see. β
Xiang Xiaotian stretched out his hand to Wu Meng and made a gesture to invite him to drink tea, then raised his teacup to his nose and sniffed it lightly before slowly tasting it.
"Oh, hehehe, I don't dare to take it seriously, it's just a little immature idea, just for reference."
Wu Meng smiled and pushed the eyes on the bridge of his nose.
"We can use Su Ruixi's mistake this time as an excuse to ask her father Su Yinping to come to the school and take the opportunity to talk to him about sponsoring the school."
Speaking of this, Wu Meng stopped and glanced at Xiang Xiaotian. Xiang Xiaotian was concentrating on making tea, unable to see the expression on his face.
"You're ripping the strings!"
Xiang Xiaotian raised his eyes and looked at Wu Meng with a little playfulness.
In fact, he thinks it's a good idea, and he can get a lot of sponsorship out of thin air, so why not?
Su Ruixi is not indispensable, even if she is an undercover agent sent by an angel, just pay more attention to precautions in the future, forgive her as a human and she can't make any big waves.
Moreover, you can also track her back, and maybe even pull out the secret organization of angels behind her, so that you can't kill two birds with one stone.
His nuclear weapons program has been shelved since the last charity auction was burned, and now it's time to restart.
And at the heart of this plan is money β all about it.
"How is this a rip-off? Harvard University has an unwritten rule that you can be admitted by sponsoring 10 million, and we are just learning from the experience of successful people. β
"Drink tea, don't be cold."
"Oh, good." Wu Meng raised the teacup and drank the red tea soup inside.
"Let's do as you say." There was no ripple in Xiang Jingwen's voice.
"Okay, I'll do it." Wu Meng stood up excitedly.
"Wait a minute, in this way, you first release the news that Su Ruixi is going to be expelled, and it must reach Su Yinping's ears."
"Understood."
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Inside the detention facility.
Su Ruixi is resting her legs on the bed and pressing her legs.
"Why did you get caught in the detention center so carelessly?" Brad Peake's voice.
Su Ruixi turned her head to see that this time Brad Peake was dressed as a middle-aged police uncle.
Looking at the other three people in the same room, they were all in a static state, and it seemed that Brad Peake had used his time-out skill again.
"How did I know that person was so brittle, I just hit it lightly, and I was disabled and hospitalized!" Su Ruixi shrugged her shoulders helplessly.
"Now your school has decided to expel you, you know?" Brad Peake glared at Su Ruixi angrily.
"Fire me? Hey, it's not that exaggerated, is it? Besides, I beat people outside the school, so it shouldn't be within the jurisdiction of the school's rules and regulations. Su Ruixi's eyes widened in disbelief.
"People's parents have made trouble at the school and ordered the school to expel you, otherwise you will take the school to court, I heard that the principal has agreed."
The expression on Su Ruixi's face paused, and then said indifferently: "It's okay to be fired, anyway, this identity is not mine." β
"If you're expelled from school, you're Gameover, you know?" Pilard Peake's brow was filled with anxiety.
βGameoverοΌ What do you mean? β
"It means that the mission has failed, and you will be sent back to hell."
"Back to hell?! I go, aren't you angels? My heart is dark, too! Anyway, I have also provided you with a lot of useful information, don't you cross the river and tear down the bridge, and turn your face faster than turning a book? β
"No way, this is stipulated by the above, and I am only responsible for enforcing it."
Su Ruixi sighed, "Okay, then I have to admit it." However, for the sake of acquaintance, can you help me two. β
"Two busy? What is it? Brad Peake's wary gaze fell on Su Ruixi's face.
"The first is, can you give me another week, I still have some last wishes to fulfill, and in seven days, you will come and send me to hell."
Brad Peake thought for a moment and said, "Okay, that's easy, then I'll give you another seven days." β
"The second busy, it's not about me, it's her." Su Ruixi pointed to the seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl sitting on the bed opposite, Momo.
"No, no," Brad Peake's head shook like a rattle.
"Why not, she's very pitiful, she came out to do the leather business as soon as she graduated from junior high school, she's still young, I don't want her to be ruined like this, so, please, help her."
Su Ruixi clasped her hands together and made a gesture of please.