Fang Jianhong was unwilling to give up. He took the phone from Ma Haitao and bowed his body respectfully and said, "Hello, Director Ma, I am Jianhong, and I am with Haitao. I wonder if you have any misunderstandings about the child? Haitao is the victim. He was beaten without doing anything. He is now receiving treatment in the hospital. Director Ma, are you free? I want to rush over to report to you in person."
"Director Fang." Director Ma was no stranger to the school leaders of the Ivy League, a prestigious aristocratic school, and his attitude softened a little. He said, "Are you sure Ma Haitao didn't do anything?"
"This----I know Haitao a little bit. If he did something wrong, he would confess to us teachers. But this time he really felt wronged. Now his eyes are red----"
There was silence on the other end of the phone. It was obvious that Director Ma was persuaded by Fang Jianhong.
"How are you going to deal with this?" Director Ma asked.
"When the hospital's appraisal results come out, we want to submit these medical records and the students' confessions to the Education Department." Fang Jianhong said. "No matter what, we have to seek justice for our students. We can't let them suffer. Students have simple minds and are innocent, but they have a strong sense of right and wrong. If they are wronged this time, I'm afraid it will have a profound impact on their lives----"
In order to convince Director Ma to stand on his side, Fang Jianhong even used some knowledge points in pedagogy. If you don't help us get justice for your son, you can't blame me when your son gives up on himself and goes astray. And based on Fang Jianhong's familiarity with Ma Haitao, this kid has already gone astray. What he said will definitely come true.
Director Ma naturally understood the implication of Fang Jianhong's words, and snorted coldly, "After years of hard study, you can't bear a small setback. Is there something wrong with the teaching quality of the Ivy League school?"
Fang Jianhong broke out in a cold sweat and quickly said, "Director Ma, I'm just worried about this happening. Haitao is your child and also my student. Who wouldn't want him to get better and better? Don't you agree?"
"I'll look into this matter further." Director Ma said, then hung up the phone.
When Fang Jianhong returned the phone to Ma Haitao, he said with a strange look on his face, "Did someone put pressure on your father? Ma Haitao just called to talk about this matter, and he already knew about it, and immediately said he wanted to apologize. If you want to know, which real god was moved over there?"
Lin Yubin said with a gloomy face: "Using power to oppress others is lawless. How can they do such a dirty thing? How can such people be qualified to be teachers?"
Fang Jianhong glared at Lin Yubin fiercely, and Lin Yubin quickly apologized and cursed Zhuque for being shameless.
Director Ma's name is Ma Wenxue. He is not the director of Huacheng Education Department, but only the deputy director with a high ranking. Of course, with such a big Buddha sitting in the Education Department, it is enough for Ma Haitao to run rampant in a high school.
Ma Wenxue hung up the phone, feeling a little confused and having a headache.
Although his immediate superior had just told him to ask his son Ma Haitao to apologize and get forgiveness, and he verbally agreed, he still felt dissatisfied when he thought about it.
His son was beaten and hospitalized, and he had to apologize to the person who beat him. If the news got out, where would Ma Wenxue's face be? Moreover, what Director Fang Jianhong said made sense. Ma Haihai was his own son after all. If he got too obsessed with this matter, he would not be able to pull it back.
Snapped!
He slammed his hand on the table, then walked towards the director's office at the eastern end of the corridor with his teacup.
Wang Wenhai is the director of the Education Department, and he is the one who controls the official seal of the department. In the department, his word is final, and Ma Wenxue has no strength to compete with him.
The subordinates often joked about the names of Ma Wenxue and Director Wang Wenhai, saying that one is "Wenxue" and the other is "Wenhai". From the names, you can tell that Wenhai is bigger than Wenxue.
What others said was the truth, and Ma Wenxue had no room to refute.
Of course, every time he heard such a comparison, he felt a tingling discomfort in his heart.
Ma Wenxue knocked on the door and came in. Director Wang Wenhai was on the phone with someone. When he saw Ma Wenxue coming in, he glanced at him strangely and motioned him to sit on the sofa and wait for a while.
Wang Wenhai hung up the phone, looked at Ma Wenxue with a smile, and asked, "Wenxue, what's the matter?"
"I know the director has no shortage of good tea, so I brought teacups with me, just to have a cup of good tea." Ma Wenxue said jokingly, deliberately trying to bring the two closer.
"Old Ma, do you still need good tea in your office? I think you are too stingy and you can't bear to drink your own good tea, so you always come to me for it." Wang Wenhai said pretending to be angry.
Ma Wenxue was shocked. Wang Wenhai said that he was too stingy. Could it be that he already knew his purpose
Some people say that there are four key skills to being an official: be bold and careful.
Ma Wenxue has been immersed in the officialdom for many years and has done some research on these four words. Whether it is a boss or a subordinate, every word they say has a deep meaning.
This "too stingy" refers only to Ma Wenxue's tea collection, or does it refer to something else
However, since I'm here, I have to untie the knot in my heart. Otherwise, if I'm scared away by Wang Wenhai with just one sentence, I'll be looked down upon even more.
Ma Wenxue said with a smile: "I have tasted the tea served by the Director, and I feel that the tea in my office cannot compare to it. I have become a picky eater. The Director cannot let me go home disappointed."
Wang Wenhai sighed softly and said, "Are you here for your son's matter?"
"Yes. To be honest with you, I called that kid just now and scolded him severely. I even said I would go back and break his legs, but Director Fang Jianhong of their school took the phone and scolded me a few words, saying that I had wronged the child this time. That kid is usually as stubborn as a bull, but today he actually knew to wipe his tears. Director Jianhong also said that they will wait until the doctor's appraisal results come out, and send the confessions and medical records of several students to the Education Department. At that time, the matter will become a big deal." Ma Wenxue looked at Wang Wenhai sincerely and said, "Let me ask the director how to deal with this matter."
A hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of Wang Wenhai's mouth, but disappeared in an instant.
Wang Wenhai looked at Ma Wenxue and said, "Wenxue, read something first-----"
While talking, he took out his cell phone and sent a video to Ma Wenxue's cell phone.
Ma Wenhai had just clicked on the video when he heard his son Ma Haitao cursing like an unscrupulous gangster-----
If you can't scold me, you beat me. If you can't beat me, you cry. Then you lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.
The content inside was simply disgusting. Ma Wenxue had never thought that his son, who was always well-behaved and sensible in front of him, would have such a side.
Ma Wenxue was struck by lightning, knowing that he had been completely cheated by those bastards.
The people over there have such evidence in their hands, and they can also pass the evidence into Wang Wenhai's book. This matter is unlikely to end well.
Wang Wenhai looked at Ma Wenxue and said, "Did you see everything clearly?"
“Director, I was deceived by that bastard.” Ma Wenxue said in a dry voice.
"Old Ma, originally they were prepared to make this matter a minor one out of your consideration and the consideration of our Education Department. Once I got this video, that's the end of it. That's why I called you and asked you to tell Haitao and apologize to others, and the matter will be over."
"But since you feel your son has been wronged, and the Ivy League also wants justice for their students, it seems that they can no longer suppress it. I'll leave this matter to you to handle." Wang Wenhai said. "I believe you can handle it impartially."
"I will. I will handle this matter impartially and will never show favoritism or leniency just because one of the parties is my son." Ma Wenxue nodded heavily, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
He knew that his son and Ivy League would be in trouble - if they didn't, then he would be the one to suffer.
“What a bummer.” He cried miserably in his heart.
When Fang Yan was leading a group of students downstairs, he happened to meet the bald man who had parked his car and was running upstairs.
The bald man saw Fang Yan and asked, "Is the matter resolved?"
"Not solved yet." Fang Yan said.
"Then why did you leave?"
Not only the bald man was confused, but Huang Haoran and others also found it strange.
Teacher Fang made Ivy League's Dean Fang Jianhong so angry, I guess they won't just let it go, right
"Someone will help solve it." Fang Yan said with a smile. He turned to look at Huang Haoran and the others and said, "I won't ask you to write a self-criticism, and I guess you won't feel that you did anything wrong. I want you to write down the development of the matter, and then think about whether there is a better way to solve the problem. I have a Chinese class tomorrow afternoon, and I will ask you for the answer then."
"Okay, Teacher Fang." The students agreed.
Fang Yan looked at the bald man and said, "Let's go. Drive me back."
The students all laughed and asked, "Teacher Fang, did you come here on Baldy's electric car?"
It seems that these guys all know that the bald man's car is an electric car. Only I have too high expectations of him.
The bald man had just driven Fang Yan to the hospital entrance when a white BMW stopped in front of them.
Tang Cheng opened the car door and got out, looking at Fang Yan who was sitting in the back seat of the electric bike with a smile.
Fang Yan jumped off the electric bike, looked at Tang Cheng and cursed: "You bastard, how dare you come to see me? You beat someone up and ran away, do you still have any shame? Who are you going to let clean up your mess?"
"Stop scolding me. I know you are not angry." Tang Cheng said jokingly.
"------" Fang Yan was very depressed. He felt that he had been completely seen through by these students.
(ps: Thanks to the last brother for the 100,000 reward, and congratulations to him for becoming the 116th leader of our Guards Corps, so awesome!) (To be continued)