Shocking the World: Starting from Rural Teachers

Xue Qiang waited in the office until it was almost dark, and Roland arrived late.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Xue, the boss arranged work before the end of get off work, so it was delayed."

When Roland arrived, he hurriedly apologized and said, "I've delayed Teacher Xue from getting off work, why don't I treat Teacher Xue to dinner."

"You're welcome, please sit down."

Xue Qiang said seriously: "I invited you here because I want to talk to you about Guan Zihan."

"Did something happen to Zihan? Did he not get on well with his classmates?" Roland asked nervously.

"How could Guan Zihan have a good relationship with his classmates?"

Xue Qiang said helplessly: "You must know who the students in my class are."

It can be seen from Roland's dress that this woman's vanity is not ordinary.

The fake famous brand is still printed with a large LOGO style, for fear that others will not see the brand logo.

"Of course it's clear. Back then I asked Zihan to go to Class Six."

Roland said eloquently: "I want Zihan to get in touch with the children of rich families more and learn more, so that the children cannot lose at the starting line."

"Can't children lose at the starting line?"

Xue Qiang raised his eyebrows, hesitantly said: "It's not a matter of losing or losing at the starting line at all. Now the child is not on the starting line at all."

"What does the teacher mean? I don't understand." Roland asked blankly.

"As a child from an ordinary family, the college entrance examination is the starting line and the turning point to change one's destiny."

Xue Qiang held back his patience and explained: "Now that Guan Zihan is in this class, he cannot study normally. In the end, he might not even be qualified to stand on the starting line."

"What's the use of being admitted to university? In this society, it's all about fighting for resources and connections."

Roland has his own theory. He usually watches Douyin a lot, and is brainwashed by the stupid marketing account above.

He said self-righteously: "My neighbor's son graduated from a key university, and now he still has to work for others, earning only a few thousand yuan a month."

"Resources and contacts must also be in the same situation."

Xue Qiang said: "Have you read Shuangwen? Those with assets of 500 million sit at a table, and those with assets of 500 million sit at a table, and those with [-] million are not eligible to sit at a table with [-] million."

"Teacher, that's not what I said. As long as we can hang out with rich people, we can drink soup when they eat meat."

Roland said disapprovingly: "Those rich people's fingertips leak a little bit, it's enough for us to eat for a lifetime."

"But rich people don't take you to play at all. Guan Zihan has been isolated in the class."

Xue Qiang said: "The students in the class look down on Guan Zihan completely. Now that Guan Zihan is in this class, he can only waste time and delay his studies, and he will get nothing else."

"Look down on Zihan?"

Roland said with some displeasure: "How could it be? My Zihan is very smart and likable."

"Don't believe me, do you want to know what kind of status Guan Zihan is in the class now?"

Xue Qiang stood up and said, "Come with me."

He took Roland to the monitoring room, and asked the security to call out the monitoring of Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School, and play it at ten times speed.

In the picture, Guan Zihan was sitting in an inconspicuous corner, not even a deskmate, and none of his classmates talked to her throughout the day.

It looks so lonely and sad.

Roland stood in front of the screen, and after watching all the surveillance videos of the first few days of school, he remained silent and thoughtful.

"Guan Zihan's parents, do you still think that you made the right choice to let Guan Zihan go to this class?" Xue Qiang asked softly.

"Zihan didn't tell me about this when she came back." Roland was a little moved: "I thought she got along well with her classmates."

"Zihan told you, can you listen?"

Xue Qiang said: "In your eyes, she is just an ignorant child, but you have to know that Guan Zihan is already 17 years old, and she can already decide some things by herself."

"Um…"

Roland seemed to have realized something, and said, "I'll go home and have a good chat with Zihan. She insists on changing shifts, so let's change."

"Guan Zihan is such a good student, after class six, the other classes will rush to get it."

Seeing Roland's change of attitude, Xue Qiang felt a little relieved, and said, "That's the most suitable starting line for her."

"Teacher, I understand."

Roland nodded.

Xue Qiang sent Roland away, packed his things and went home from get off work.

Missed the evening rush hour, and went back to the home of Four Seasons Garden smoothly all the way.

It was so smooth, but Xue Qiang was not used to it.

Originally, Xue Qiang thought that people like Deng Dabao would not give up easily, and would definitely make something happen.

The fact is indeed the case, Deng Dabao mobilized his contacts, gathered hundreds of people, and prepared to block the gate of the Experimental Middle School in a few days.

Xue Qiang was going to be sanctioned under the eyes of everyone, but someone took action against Deng Dabao first.

Huzhi Information Consulting Company, General Manager Office.

Deng Dabao and the female secretary walked in, locked the door behind them, and couldn't wait to hug the female secretary.

"Mr. Deng don't want this, what if someone comes in."

The female secretary blushed.

"They are all off work, and now there are only two of us in the company."

Deng Dabao had a silver smile all over his face, and his hands became restless.

A good show was about to be staged, but was interrupted by a sudden situation.

"Oh!"

The office door was kicked open suddenly, and a man covered in blood was thrown in.

"what!"

When the female secretary saw the lifeless person on the ground, she screamed in fright.

"what happened?"

Deng Dabao felt that the man on the ground was a bit familiar. Although his face had been deformed by the beating, he was still very recognizable by his pigtails.

Isn't this Brother Monkey?

Looking back, a middle-aged man walked in slowly.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Deng Dabao asked in surprise.

After the middle-aged man walked in, Deng Dabao found that the office door was full of men in black shirts with a murderous look on their faces.

"I'm Wei Zheng."

Wei Zheng went to the sofa and sat down, and said in a gentle tone: "I heard from him that you told him to go to the experimental middle school to trouble Mr. Xue?"

"Wei, Wei, Wei, nine thousand years old!"

When Deng Dabao heard this name, his legs gave way in fright and he almost knelt on the ground.

Wei Zheng, the head of the Yang family, was nicknamed Nine Thousand Years Old.

Over fifty years old, neither married nor have children, many people speculate that Wei Zheng is really a eunuch.

However, no one dared to say that in front of Wei Zheng.

Because Wei Zheng is famous for his ruthlessness, he has been with Yang Zhenbang for many years, and he specializes in dealing with some shady things for Yang Zhenbang.

The mysterious disappearance of all the competitors of the Xingyun Group, who did not know whether they were dead or alive, was written by Wei Zheng.

"Answer my question." Wei Zheng said flatly.

"Yes, I asked Brother Monkey to teach Xue Qiang a lesson at the Experimental Middle School."

Deng Dabao said tremblingly: "But, brother Hou was beaten by Xue Qiang when he arrived at the Experimental Middle School."

"No wonder there were some injuries on his face when I caught him."

Wei Zheng couldn't help smiling: "I didn't expect this Teacher Xue to have some skills."

"Nine thousand years old, what is this?"

Deng Dabao was basically in a daze, and he had no idea what the situation was.

Why did Wei Zheng beat Brother Hou like this, and then led people into his company.

He didn't remember offending Wei Zheng either.

"I hope you won't trouble Mr. Xue in the future."

Wei Zheng said in a calm tone, without any hint of threat.