"The entire art school restructuring was through the hands of Zhang Nitian. At that time, in order to win over Wu Xujiang beside me, I gave him a lot of benefits at the policy level. Wu Xujiang's son, Wu Shixun, in fact, did not have any professional certificate, and he did not even have a strong diploma, which led to incomplete procedures for the restructuring of the school and the reorganization and sale of state-owned assets. As long as Wu Xujiang arranges for his son to stand up and speak now, it can not only eliminate the negative effects of the scandal in the school, but also draw attention to the major loss of state-owned assets caused by Zhang Nitian's work mistakes. Wu Xujiang can take the opportunity to withdraw his funds and throw the mess to Zhang Nitian, anyway, he has collected a lot of students' tuition fees and does not lose money. Luo Zhengye added according to Tang Haibin's ideas.

"Then you also know how to find Wu Xujiang next, and then tell him." Tang Haibin nodded with satisfaction.

Tang Haibin is not only satisfied with the seamlessness of this plan, but also the important thing is to transfer his son Tang Shaoqing from the city to the province to borrow, so that his son has a higher platform for exercise. And this step after step, without passing through his mouth and his hands. Tang Haibin is still the good official who is fair and law-abiding, honest and honest.

Even the old fox Tang Haibin had to admire Luo Zhengye, this chess game is really high. He not only dealt with the enemy, but also fulfilled himself.

When I came out of Tang Haibin's house, it was already more than ten o'clock. Luo Zhengye learned the lesson of the last time, and he didn't dare to delay for a moment, and immediately called Wu Xujiang to make an appointment.

Wu Xujiang is also having a headache about that art school. Now that the media is developed again, and there are overwhelming negative evaluations of the school, Wu Xujiang, who is anxious, wants to throw out the hot potato of the art school immediately.

Seeing that it was Luo Zhengye's phone, it was as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and at ten o'clock he drove the car all the way and made an appointment with Luo Zhengye in a teahouse.

"What? You're asking me to throw the school out now? After listening to Luo Zhengye's analysis, Wu Xujiang was not calm again.

Originally, my son could not be worthy, and it felt hot to hold this school in his hands. I really want to throw the school out now, and Wu Xujiang is a little reluctant.

My son has always been a gentleman who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, and he has not read any books. Running an art school and dealing with some beautiful little girls every day can be regarded as giving full play to my son's interests. Let's not talk about whether this school makes money or loses money, what will happen to my son after the school is thrown out? Idling around again? This is also something that Wu Xujiang can't see.

But as Luo Zhengye said, the procedures of this school are incomplete, and there is every reason to throw it out, and so far he has not lost money, but has made some money.

But now that he is blatantly siding with Luo Zhengye, he is not sure if Luo Zhengye can really move Zhang Nitian.

If he stands on the wrong side now, Wu Xujiang really can't think about the results in the future.

"Do you doubt my ability, or do you doubt your own ability, in fact, my teammates are a lot less than you. I don't need you to reply to me now, when the monitoring office invites you to tea, it will probably be a little late. Therefore, there is no saying that if the enemy does not move, I will not move, and if the enemy moves, I will move first. Sometimes "getting ahead" can kill people. Luo Zhengye said that he didn't need Wu Xujiang to give an answer now, but in fact, he refilled a cup of tea and sat there slowly.

He knew that this matter had to be decided immediately and delayed, and he was afraid that things would change again.

"So what should I do first?" Thinking about the kung fu of a cup of tea, Wu Xujiang raised his head and asked.

"There was a problem with the transfer procedures of the school, and the capital was withdrawn. Then an announcement was issued that due to the controversy over the school's transfer procedures, the identity of the school was unclear, and the higher-level management unit was not clear, and the behavior of the teacher of the school was a personal act and had nothing to do with the school director. The School Board will be withdrawing from the school in the near future, and the follow-up will be subject to the government announcement. The draft in Luo Zhengye's heart has already been typed, and he is just repeating it to Wu Xujiang at this time.

"Wonderful, in this way, my son is completely removed from this school, and there is not the slightest negative impact. It's just that after the withdrawal, the son has nothing to do again. Wu Xujiang had to admire Luo Zhengye's writing level, which was to the point of exporting.

But immediately, I was worried about my son.

"Where can I find a little girl to play with, if I have to go to art school, is it interesting? You have so many companies, is it interesting to give one of your sons as a general manager, and then match him with a little female secretary, and change it every six months? And you don't understand art school, you only know how to be in a hurry when something happens. Your companies are all touched by yourself little by little, and they are well cooked, no matter what happens, and what you can't put on the table? Luo Zhengye knew that Wu Xujiang would make money, but he really didn't understand some of the school's system, and he really couldn't make money from the school. This is also the reason why Wu Xujiang first found Luo Zhengye and talked to him about school, and Luo Zhengye was not so keen on it.

Luo Zhengye believes that a gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way. In this life, you can only earn money that you understand, and you can't earn money that you don't understand.

"Yes, but I think art school is a little bit tasteful. I'm a rough person, but I still want my child to do something tasteful. My companies are either construction companies, muck companies, and a little more civilized are property companies. In fact, the property company is not civilized, and it is also arguing with some fathers and mothers-in-law all day long. Wu Xujiang shook his head, he actually wanted to take a somewhat tasteful route.

"I have a friend who owns a number of cultural companies, so why don't let your son go to a cultural company to learn. Gai Ming'er, you also registered a cultural company for your son to play? Play culture, don't have a taste yet? To be a cultural company, the registered capital is not much, and the initial investment is not much, mainly intellectual investment. Even if you lose money, you can't lose a few dollars, but your son is doing tasteful things, and his ability level has been improved, and you still make money in the end. Here, Luo Zhengye smiled slightly and called the waiter to pay.

"How can you pay for it? I have taken such a rich class, Shan has already bought it, let's go, let's go, let's rest early, it can be regarded as a reassuring pill for me, I know what to do later. Wu Xujiang put on the small bag and pulled Luo Zhengye away.

After sending Luo Zhengye to the car, he threw out an envelope from his bag and stuffed it into Luo Zhengye's arms unconsciously.

"Don't be polite to me this time, I know that your salary in the county has been reduced several times, and the loan for your new house is still being repaid. I have cash, and the amount is not much, there is no capital flow account, rest assured. As he spoke, he took the initiative to close the car door for Luo Zhengye.