The next day, Qinshan Institute of Physics.

- Of course, this is just a cold joke of Sikong, and the real sign still has the words "Qinshan Wenwu School" written on it.

Thanks to Sikong's expansion, almost half of the school-age children, unschool-age children and parents of double the number in the lower city are gathered here.

Even if the four walls have not yet been built, they can't stop the surging enthusiasm of the parents, who carry their own bags and knead their own bewildered babies and rush out of the city to enjoy the treatment of a canned sardine that is rare in the Cataclysmic era.

Considering that the potential customers may not be in the mood to eat Hesai in the early hours of the morning, Lin Chou came a little late, and it was close to noon when he entered the venue, so he didn't catch up with the big drama directed and performed by Sikong:

In other words, in the face of all the difficulties of his peers, the indecision of Mingguang's senior management and the various doubts of the parents of students who entered Beijing to take the exam, Sikong's response was quite simple and rude, and he directly uprooted the top of the teachers with beautiful resumes in Mingguang Base City, whether it was going to the sea to do business, flowing into private schools, mixing with the official department, and setting up a hunting team, and brought them to the launch site of the enrollment ceremony.

Under the gaze of people from all walks of life, a total of 760 teachers from this so-called "handful" took the rostrum and announced on the spot that they would resign from their original positions and enter the Qinshan Martial Arts School to teach.

Many of them have made a name for themselves in various non-teaching professions and are unwilling to return to their old professions, and have been hollowed out by private schools for a long time, and all of them have ended in failure—and these difficulties have never been a problem worth worrying about for Sikong.

Don't you suspect that I'm doing nonsense?

Don't you think lowering admissions standards is a joke?

Don't you think that expanding enrollment is equivalent to destroying the golden sign of Qinshan Martial Arts School?

Hehe~

It should be mentioned here that whether it is an evolutionary or a martial artist, the teaching of a good evolutionary mentor is not at all the same baseline as the starting point of self-taught.

Don't look at the strength of these evolutionary mentors, they are often weak and weak, or even just ordinary people, but this will not affect their "teaching and educating people" at all, no matter how high the level and explosive output of your non-faculty members are, talking about various auxiliary awakening theories, alienation inducements, golden evolutionary age stage sprint methods, etc., ten of you are not enough for them to squirt, and people are not playing with you at all.

An evolutionary mentor with a beautiful resume can often easily attract hundreds of pairs of parents who want their children to become Jackie Chan with a wave of their hand, and this credibility depends on the batch after batch of martial artists they have trained in their hands who have successfully awakened and alienated or survived the third order and still have no dog to lead.

One can imagine what a sensation it will cause when this team of more than 700 teachers appears on the podium.

And those who were dug into the corners, especially the high-level leaders of private martial arts schools, almost went into shock on the spot.

Can Nima do whatever he wants if he has money?

It turns out -

Yes, to have money is to be able to do whatever you want, even lewdly!

If the spicy turtle grandson is not satisfied, Sikong Gongzi will use the source crystal ticket to smash him into his service, if he still refuses, it can only prove that your equivalent is not enough, and the bright light of the cataclysm era is really rarely something that cannot be exchanged for the circulation point.

Sikong Gongzi's golden output regardless of the cost is exchanged for absolute control of the admissions ceremony, where do those private schools that are in a hurry to jump over the wall still have the heart to pull calves here, of course, they are to hurry back to their nest and discuss with the school management how to plug the big hole dug out of the corner of the wall

This is a special draw from the bottom of the kettle!

Those private schools that have lost their pillars are facing more than a simple job gap, and the diversion of students is the most terrible.

Ahem

That's a lot of

Lin Chou didn't care too much about these messy things, but he was still happy to see Sikong win.

Without him, the new site of Qinshan Martial Arts School is just closer to Yanhui Mountain.

And when the troublemaker ran away, Lin Chou's indignant eyes obviously fell on him in a hurry - who made him jump on the rostrum and set up a stall as soon as the admissions ceremony ended?

That's right, the rostrum where the entire ceremony was held was the booth allocated to him by Sikong.

The huge venue has been transformed into a vegetable market, and the small vendors are shouting hard in the bustling flow of parents and students, and the content of the sale is full of variety:

Sell the world, sell the land, and sell the air in the middle.

In short, they dare to sell anything except their bodies, and there are even those who shout "100 shots and 100 hits awakening strong pills".

Well, this one was invited to talk without shouting a few words, and it is estimated that it will take at least fifteen days to talk.

As soon as there is a lively market, the vendors will rush, and most of the owners will also set aside special sites for them to do business, and the committee will naturally need to send people to maintain order and plan the market.

It is only right that everyone earns money together, which is also what Mingguang's senior management is happy to see - probably because it will appear more prosperous and vigorous, right?

But!

Guys like Lin Chou are not treated as thieves.

Everyone draws the line, each with their own ability, your business is better, what is the matter with you jumping on the rostrum to set up a stall?

Why is it so old and conspicuous, does this group of gold owners have the heart to look at others besides you?!

The vendors were talking maliciously:

"Phew, relation."

"This must have gone through the back door!"

"Or maybe it was walked through the back door"

"Huh?"

"This brother, please put away your bold ideas!"

"It's dirty, but I like it"

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Directly in front of the rostrum, there is a booth that stands out at the feet of two powerful speakers.

The stall owner was a young woman of modest appearance, carrying a small basket on her back, and an equally small, white and chubby doll was dancing her teeth and claws in the basket, giggling with drool.

In front of the young woman were two large cast-iron pots made of special pieces, more than two fingers thick

If this had been placed before the cataclysm, it would have been possible to identify the woman from a large family just by the two carefully cast pots by hand.

The food in the two cauldrons intertwine with a very wonderful aroma, and even if one of the stalls on the stage is so advantageously located, it still can't stop the long queue in front of the women's stalls.

"Second fresh!"

The small banner on the woman's head reads.

The "teammates" in line complained from time to time that the previous sentence had been waiting for their feet to ache and their legs felt like a century, and they were happy to gossip about the origin of women.

"This woman is the descendant of the pillars of the Strange Dining Room?"

"No, this is the only one in the base city and there is no other semicolon."

"Second fresh? Who is Mingguang second and first? ”

"Brother die, the new guy, the surname 'second' is good~"

"Wow, what a big breath!"

Someone laughed,

"If someone's family can still produce an awakened person per generation like in the first few decades, I will guarantee that you will be beaten out of your head on the spot when you say this."

The guy who was hehehe, he was not angry, and immediately put on a posture of humbly asking for advice,

"What do you mean by that, dude?"

In the face of gossip, all anger that is not aimed at slotting is a hooligan.

The brother who just spoke was very satisfied with the other party's attitude of knowing his mistakes and being able to change them.

"It's a long story if you talk about it."

"Brother, take Maza, sit down and talk slowly, it's going to be a long time anyway~"