President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

Huo Hangzhi was also interested in this.

The couple hit it off immediately and went straight to the training class.

When I arrived at the training class, I saw Zhou Zheng being punished to stand outside the classroom, looking aggrieved.

Is this a bad study?

Qin Su stepped forward and called Zhou Zheng.

"Young Mistress, Master Huo." Seeing the two of them coming, Zhou Zheng almost cried, "Why did you come here? I'm almost tortured to death."

"No prospect," Huo Hangzhi was very disgusted, "it's not so easy to be the president, don't cry."

Zhou Zheng was in a hurry, "Master Huo, you don't know the situation, the president who studies here is different from the one you imagined."

It's just so different!

Huo Hangzhi still doesn't understand.

What else could be different for the president? Could it be that the business warfare methods of the M State Church are different from those of other places?

Qin Su was also puzzled, "What's the difference?"

Zhou Zheng opened his mouth to answer.

And at this time, the teacher with a teaching stick came out of the room, "Zhou Zheng, I want you to reflect on yourself outside, why are you making such a fuss... Oh my god, Mr. Huo, when did you come here!"

The teacher is a man in his 30s, dressed very upright, but his tone and eyes can't stop being charming.

Especially looking at Huo Hangzhi's eyes, it's almost drawing.

Huo Hangzhi was a little uncomfortable being stared at, subconsciously wrapped Qin Su into his arms, and said in a dull and unfamiliar tone, "Well, come and see with my wife."

Hearing the word "wife", the teacher's eyes dimmed a bit.

"It turns out that Mr. Huo has a wife. The two of you look really good for each other." The teacher praised reluctantly.

As he said that, his eyes fell back on Zhou Zheng, "Mr. Huo is here to see Zhou Zheng. He actually studied well, but he just can't let go, so I asked him to stand up for a while and make him thicker."

ha?

Qin Su was even more puzzled.

Didn't you come to learn how to be a president? Why do you still have to practice thick-skinned?

After thinking for a while, Qin Su understood.

Those who go out to do business don't always gain the upper hand, and when they are at a disadvantage, they will be ridiculed.

What to do at this time is to hide your strength and bide your time, and find opportunities to fight back.

And during this period of time, anyone who made things difficult and ridiculed had to endure, a little intolerance would lead to a big conspiracy!

As expected of the one who opened a class to teach the president, consideration is comprehensive.

"Zhou Zheng, don't be so embarrassed. It's good for you to have a thicker skin." Qin Su encouraged.

Zhou Zheng wanted to cry even more, "Young Mistress, things are not what you imagined at all!"

"Okay, why do you always have a mournful face? How can you be the president like this? Also, show Mr. and Mrs. Huo what you have learned."

After all, Huo Hangzhi paid a lot of tuition fees, and the teacher also wanted to prove his own strength.

Maybe Huo Hangzhi is happy to watch it, so he will renew the fee?

Zhou Zheng was so embarrassed that he was so entangled, "Why don't we just forget about it?"

"How can I forget it? You should show it well so that Mr. Huo can see my teaching skills." The teacher said with a stiff neck.

Qin Su also urged, "That's right, let's take a look, I'm so curious!"

What does a president taught in this way look like?

Zhou Zheng could only turn his last look to Huo Hangzhi for help.

Unexpectedly, Huo Hangzhi also said, "You can demonstrate it!"