golden wings

As expected by the middle-aged director, Feng Chengyi shivered timidly after hearing that he would be fired.

"Director, what should I do?" Feng Chengyi's voice was a little nervous, and that nervousness just suited the appetite of the middle-aged director.

"Actually, it's not impossible. It's just that if someone is willing to be the guarantor of Duanmu Yi, then the school will give the wronged student a chance to reform. It's just that this witness is not for ordinary people. There must be someone who can speak in school. Weight." The middle-aged director was actually implying himself.

After a while, Feng Chengyi pretended to understand and nodded: "Thank you, Director, I understand, I'm going to find a guarantor now." After finishing speaking, Feng Chengyi got up and walked to the door.

The middle-aged director didn't react for a while, but when he saw Feng Chengyi walking towards the door, he hurried over to block Feng Chengyi's way: "Did student Duanmuyi really understand what I mean?" The middle-aged director said a little Asking uncertainly, this link seems to be a little different from what he imagined, at least those who were at fault in the past did not react this way.

"Understood, what the director means is to find a teacher who has more status and weight in the school to be my guarantor, so that I can stay in the school safe and sound, doesn't it?" Feng Chengyi blinked his eyes Answer pretending to be serious.

"Yes, that's what it means." The middle-aged director is actually very tall. Judging from Fengchengyi's height of 180, the middle-aged director must be at least 183. "But since Duanmuyi understands what the teacher means, then Shouldn't Duanmu Yi find a guarantor like this?"

"Thank you for the director's reminder, so I have found that person now." Feng Chengyi thanked him sincerely, deliberately misleading the middle-aged director.

"Who is that classmate Duanmu Yi looking for?" Feng Chengyi felt very disgusted by the middle-aged director's expression like a greedy wolf.

"Speaking in the school has status and weight, and the teacher who is highly respected is of course the principal, does the director say so?" Feng Chengyi changed his honesty just now and said jokingly.

The middle-aged director only now knew that he had been played by Feng Chengyi, and he stared at Yuanyuan's eyes: "Are you playing with me?" The angry voice was a little embarrassed, but fortunately there were only the two of them here.

"I thought the teacher was very smart, but it turned out to be nothing more than that. Do you want to play? If you want me to play, I'm afraid you are not qualified." The slender figure flashed past the middle-aged director, opened the door of the room and left gracefully. The middle-aged director with a sinister face was left behind.

The middle-aged director looked at Feng Chengyi's leaving figure, and smiled angrily: If you don't want this opportunity, I will let you die. Then he took out his mobile phone and dialed a certain number, and a man came from the phone the sound of.

"Call me at this time, obviously you don't have the ability to eat people up." The mocking bass was very rude.

"Hmph." The middle-aged director snorted coldly, "If you dare to play with me, I will make him unable to eat and walk around."

"Play it however you want, his life or death has nothing to do with me, it's better to play him badly." The man said viciously on the side.

Hearing his words, the middle-aged director smiled and said: "Your character is not like your father at all. With such vicious means as you, you actually work beside him. I'm afraid even he himself doesn't know that he raised him. Wolf."

"Really?" The man obviously didn't mind what he said, and said casually, "Your personality is not like my dad either, you are also friends."

The middle-aged director didn't say, what can the word "friend" represent?This is the current year of Lizi.

After Feng Chengyi left the director's office, he was not at all worried that things would get so bad, because he knew that the headmaster of Baihuang knew his identity, and he would handle it well.

Walking along to the classroom leading to the freshman (1) class, those people with speech-blocked eyes on the way are still watching non-stop. At this time, a few girls came from the side: "Student Duanmu, we believe in you."

The few girls who only said one word left quickly, without even giving Feng Chengyi a chance to speak, which made Feng Chengyi feel funny, life is like this two people who obviously don't know each other, but they can trust me in you So easy to say.

Trust is not just words, but sometimes there are things and words that need to be expressed with actions, so that the other party can know what you are thinking.

This is indeed the case, so the students from the research club intercepted Feng Chengyi on his way back to his freshman year (1), and they asked Feng Chengyi to take him to a place with his eyes closed.

Anyway, it’s a rare moment to have such a pastime. The students from the research institute brought Feng Chengyi to the gate of the research institute, only to hear a “bang” sound like something exploded, and Feng Chengyi quickly opened it. With eyes, I saw that the research institute was dressed up in a "pretty way", and there were delicious dishes on the table, and it was also filled with Coke, Sprite and other drinks.

"President, don't worry, this is a cleansing banquet for the president in advance, and then the president will be fine." A patted Feng Chengyi's shoulder with a calm face.

"Duanmu Yi, come in quickly." Ruan Juntian jumped out from inside, his face full of excitement, but his eyes looking at Feng Chengyi were full of worry.

Feng Chengyi knew that he was worried about him.

Looking at the students in the research club, Ouyang Liang, Jun Meng, and Ruan Juntian, Feng Chengyi felt as if he had returned to class F back then. In fact, it felt good to be cared about.

Smiled gently at them, he was the one who made them worry, knowing that he was Fengchengyi, but they were still so worried about him, maybe they forgot his identity during getting along, otherwise they should know that with Fengcheng's surname here No one can touch him, so their worry is purely fatal because he is Duanmu Yi.

After lunch, Feng Chengyi and Ruan Juncai were stopped by their classmates just as they walked to the door.

"Duanmu's class teacher came to you just now and said that all the teachers of the college are waiting for you in the conference room. By the way, it is said that the parents of the freshman who was beaten by you yesterday are also there, so you have to be careful."

Feng Chengyi nodded to his classmates, then walked towards the meeting room expressionlessly.

"Duanmu." Ruan Juntian rushed up.

"It's okay." Feng Chengyi glanced at him lightly, "You seem to have forgotten that I am Feng Chengyi." After speaking, she turned and left arrogantly.

Hearing his suddenly cold voice, Ruan Juntian looked back immediately, yes, how could he have forgotten, he is Fengchengyi.

Along the way, Fengchengyi couldn't help but feel amused, the parents of the new students would come so quickly, maybe the so-called director was playing tricks.

Pushing open the door of the conference room, there were head teachers, middle-aged teachers, and some unfamiliar teachers sitting inside. On the other side was a row of successful people in this suit who seemed to be in the industry.

Will there be three trials?Feng Chengyi sneered.

"Father is him." The freshman pointed at Feng Chengyi's coming figure and grabbed the clothes of a middle-aged man and said, when he met Feng Chengyi's cold eyes, he couldn't help shrinking back.

Feng Chengyi walked into the conference room, looked around everyone with cold eyes, there was no principal here, and when he saw the middle-aged director's smug smile, he suddenly realized that the principal might still be kept in the dark.

"It was you who hurt my son?" The parent looked at Fengchengyi with disdain.

Feng Chengyi's eyes glanced at the middle-aged director, and then stopped on the parents of the first-year freshman, and the words overflowed coldly: "Yes."

With a "pop", the parent who was still sitting stood up, the leather shoes stepped on the ground and made a heavy noise, and then sat down slowly: "Shouldn't the director give my son an explanation?" Director Nian's sharp voice carried a hint of threat.

"I don't know what your so-called confession is?" The middle-aged director threw the question to the parents. It really was an old fritter.

"Does the director mean that I can punish this student casually?" Parents are obviously not easy to mess with.

"I didn't express any opinions, didn't I?" The middle-aged director smiled with a face that had nothing to do with him.

"My son suffered such injuries in your school, both mentally and spiritually. I am a businessman, so I will not do business at a loss." The parent said while taking up the chair.

The parents came to Feng Chengyi's side condescendingly, looked at him fiercely with raging eyes, and before everyone could react, they raised their fists and slapped Feng Chengyi's face.

However, the half-empty bag was tightly grasped, and Feng Chengyi clasped the parent's wrist tightly, his eyes were full of coldness: "No one has ever dared to slap me, you say, you are such a rich gift, What should I prepare back for you?" The voice of the evil smile was a bit serious and a bit joking, those bright golden eyes looked extremely charming at this moment, Feng Chengyi grabbed the parent's hand Slightly exert force on the wrist.

The parent's face suddenly turned pale, and the original arrogance immediately subsided, Feng Chengyi let go of the parent's hand, his eyes drifted over the crowd, and then walked towards the door.

"Stop." The voice of the middle-aged director came out.

The figure of Feng Chengyi walking to the door stopped, then turned around, and looked at the middle-aged director.

"Student Duanmuyi, you seem to have forgotten that the school rules you violated have reached the seriousness of being expelled, and now you are insulting the parents of the students." The middle-aged director deliberately provoked conflicts between Fengcheng Yi and the parents of the students.

Hearing the words of the middle-aged director, Feng Chengyi stepped in again as he planned to go out: "Then what does the director mean?"

"Apologize to the parents, don't ruin the reputation of the White Emperor Academy because of your personal reasons." The middle-aged director said with a look of thinking for the sake of the White Emperor Academy.

"Hmph." The parent said to the middle-aged director, "It's useless for this kind of student to apologize. The fact that he hurt my son can't be left alone. This kind of violent student should be reformed in a reformatory." Otherwise, if we stay in school, how can we send our children here with peace of mind? If the director doesn’t give me a satisfactory answer today, I will contact all the parents of the students tomorrow, notify the TV station reporter, and send a lawyer’s letter.”

"We can discuss this aspect." The middle-aged director seemed to be negotiable. He guessed that he didn't care if the school had one more student or one less student, and the money the school earned was not for him.

"Discussion? You don't even have strict discipline on a student, so what do you expect to discuss? If it doesn't work, I will call the police now, and I will sue him for intentional harm." After speaking, the parents took out their mobile phones and prepared to call the police.

"This parent, there is always a solution to everything. If this matter gets out, it will not be good for Mr. Ling's reputation." The middle-aged director kindly reminded.

Sure enough, the parent who was about to dial the phone stopped and put the phone back.

"Then how do you solve the director's meaning?" The parents sat on the chair again, "Or the director's meaning can represent the meaning of the White Emperor Academy, and can represent the meaning of that bastard."

"Then what do you mean?" The director asked directly without playing tricks.

"I want to meet the parents. I want to solve this matter in front of the parents. I want to see what kind of parents will teach what kind of children."

"Student Duanmu Yi, contact your parents. The school originally planned to ask your parents to come forward." Zhu Xue received the signal from the middle-aged director and said to Feng Chengyi who had been silent on the side.

"Parents? I have many parents, grandpa, grandpa, aunt. Uncle, uncle, I don't know which one the teacher wants me to invite?" Feng Chengyi asked leisurely, with a casual expression on his face.

"Where's your father?" Zhu Xue had said in the morning that Feng Chengyi's mother was dead, so it should be his father who educated him like this. I really want to see what kind of father he is.

Father?

Feng Chengyi looked at Zhu Xue with some interest, "If I say so, I'm afraid the teacher won't dare to invite you." When Feng Chengyi said these words, a soft light flashed in his eyes, but it was too fast to make people feel helpless. fathom.

"I've been teaching for so many years, and this is the first time I've met a stubborn student like you. Here's your father's phone number, and I'll make a call."

Feng Chengyi casually reported a number.

Zhu Xue took out her mobile phone and dialed the number. The phone was picked up quickly after a quick guess, and a clear and delicate voice came from inside: "Hello, this is the headquarters of Fengcheng Group. Who can I find?"

Zhu Xue was taken aback for a moment. She thought it was a home phone number, but she didn't expect it to be a company phone number. Then she closed the phone with a "snap" and said, "What do you mean, mobile phone? What's your father's mobile phone number?"

"Mobile phone?" Feng Chengyi said with some doubts: "My father said that we can't afford such high-end products as mobile phones." Feng Chengyi's voice stopped at this point, and he really saw disdain in everyone's eyes. Then he spoke slowly: "But my father said that everything is trendy these days, so he also tried to be trendy and bought a mobile phone."

Hearing his words, the corners of everyone's mouths couldn't help twitching.

Finally Zhu Xue dialed the number from Fengchengyi again.

Feng Chengyu was having a high-level meeting boringly, and today happened to be the day when Ji Luo accompanied Yan Zhuxi to the fetal examination, so he had no choice but to preside over it, and sitting next to him was a new secretary who had just been recruited a few days ago. Yes, some have learned the true biography of Yan Zhuxi.

The senior management of Fengcheng Group all know that the president's meeting is scarier than the general manager's meeting. The manager is even more ruthless, and if he is not careful, he will be coldly out of the game.

Beautiful British-style music played, British music from the 40s, and the executives wondered why the CEO liked this type of music.

In fact, they didn't know because of Feng Chengyi's words: This kind of music usually has a higher realm.

So their great president changed the ringtone on a whim.

Feng Chengyu waved his hand, indicating that the meeting was suspended, took out his mobile phone and looked at the strange number on the screen, there were only a handful of people who knew his number, so what happened to this call?

After pressing the call button, a low voice said, "Hello."

A magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone, which attracted Zhu Xue for a while. The voice on the other end of the phone was very pleasant, but there was a majesty in the low voice, which made her ask involuntarily: "Excuse me, are you Duanmu Yi's father?" ?"