No one doesn't like compliments, and so does classmate Fang Huohuo.
He looked at Lu Chaoge, his handsome face was slightly shy, and he said with some embarrassment: "Actually, this is nothing special. I just achieved some extraordinary achievements in an ordinary position."
"------" Lu Chaoge thought to himself, he was right to say that, but why did it feel weird and ridiculous when it came out of Fang Yan's mouth
Seeing that Lu Chaoge stopped talking, Fang Yan pretended to be nonchalant but very concerned and asked: "Is there only verbal praise from the school leaders and no physical rewards?"
"I'm going to buy Suzaku." Lu Chaoge said.
Fang Yan was shocked and said, "You don't have to be so polite, right? Although I have made a little contribution to the school, this is what I should do. You don't have to give me the whole Suzaku, right?"
Fang Yan quickly calmed down, and after thinking about it seriously, he said, "Is it because I helped you before? If it is for that reason, I am willing to accept it."
Lu Chaoge is now the second largest shareholder of Longtu Group and a super rich man with a net worth of several billion. If she buys a school as a gift to herself because she is grateful for her selfless help and life-saving grace - this is completely understandable behavior.
Lu Chaoge looked at Fang Yan calmly and said, "You have used your results to prove to everyone that this teaching method is excellent and effective. However, if I want to promote it to the whole school, I will still be severely criticized. Big resistance----so, I want to buy Suzaku."
"Am I the principal?"
"I'm the principal.
"Are you going to be the principal yourself? Aren't you going to work for Longtu Group? Chairman or general manager or something?"
"Yes. I will continue to stay at Suzaku."
"And me?"
"The head teacher and Chinese teacher of Class 9, Grade 1, Zhuque Senior High School."
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"Class 9 needs you. The practice and consolidation of Fang's re-enactment teaching method also needs you - we need better results to support my teaching reform. I need you to lead the students in Class 9 to achieve better results, Create more and more dazzling miracles.”
"The greater the official position, the greater the responsibility. The greater the responsibility, the greater the official position should be?" Fang Yan decided to bargain with Lu Chage. "The executive vice principal of Zhuque Middle School and the head teacher and Chinese teacher of Class 9. I think this new position is very suitable for me."
"That's what you think." Lu Chaoge said. If a guy who has only been teaching for less than two months and is a bit too young is allowed to serve as the executive vice principal of the school, parents of the students will probably begin to doubt the teaching quality of this prestigious school.
Fang Yan's resume is too thin, he needs to make more achievements - or show more age.
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"Make an appointment and let's talk to Director Zheng." Lu Chaoge said. "I think if you brought it up, he would consider it carefully."
Zheng Tiancheng has the handle in Fang Yan's hands. If Fang Yan proposes an acquisition plan to Zheng Tiancheng, Zheng Tiancheng will indeed consider it. Of course, the key is to make Zheng Tiancheng profitable.
"You want the horse to run, but you don't give it any grass. How can you be such a leader?" Fang Yan said with a wry smile.
After saying that, I suddenly woke up, as if there was something wrong with this sentence
At this moment, Fang Yan's cell phone rang.
He took out his cell phone and looked at the caller ID. It was the landline number of his grandmother's home.
Fang Yan answered the call and said with a smile: "Grandma? Is that you?"
Grandma's doting voice came over and said, "Brat, how did you know it was me? Couldn't it be your grandpa?"
Fang Yan chuckled and said, "If grandpa comes to see me for anything, he will call me directly and take me to the study to talk."
"You are smart. Fang Yan, go home for lunch today."
"Grandma, I might----" at noon today
Grandma directly interrupted Fang Yan's explanation and said, "Call Xiao Lu too. I haven't seen her for several days, and I really miss her. Is the injury on her leg okay? Xiao Lu usually works Busy, you have to pay more attention to her and don’t let her fall and hit you----"
"You can talk to her directly." Fang Yan handed over the phone and said to Lu Chaoge, "My grandma wants to talk to you."
Lu Chaoge took the phone, a rare smile appeared on his face, and his voice became soft and charming, and said: "Grandma, are you looking for me?"
"------" Fang Yan looked at Lu Chaoge, who was chatting quietly with his grandmother, speechlessly, thinking, is there some misunderstanding
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The negotiation was successful, and Lu Chaoge bought all the shares of Zhuque High School held by Zheng Tiancheng from Zheng Tiancheng at a premium of 20%.
Zheng Tiancheng looked at Fang Yan and sighed: "I have lost twice since I saw you twice. I, Zheng Tiancheng, have never been so passive in my life. Fang Yan, you are my nemesis."
Fang Yan smiled and waved his hands and said: "The first time it was not Mr. Zheng who lost, but Mr. Zheng. This time it was not Mr. Zheng who lost, but Mr. Zheng won - who would refuse someone who gave him money?" Woolen cloth?"
Zheng Tiancheng laughed loudly, patted Fang Yan on the shoulder hard, and said: "Zhuque Middle School is too small, and being a teacher is really unfair to you - my original promise is still valid. If you are willing to come to me As for work, I will give you all that I promised. No, I will give you double the amount. We can also discuss in detail what conditions you have."
"To be honest, I am very tempted by Director Zheng's conditions. I have also hesitated countless times whether to work for Director Zheng - but, I still decided to reject Director Zheng's invitation. I want to say this to you sincerely. sorry."
"Why?"
"I can't bear to see those children's clear eyes and happy smiling faces," Fang Yan said.
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After rejecting Zheng Tiancheng's banquet and driving back to school, Lu Chaoge couldn't help but ask: "Did you really refuse Zheng Tiancheng's temptation of famous cars, mansions and high salaries because you couldn't bear the happy smiles and clear eyes of those children?"
"Not entirely." Fang Yan said. "I don't think his female secretary is as good-looking as you."
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Fang Yan glanced at the rearview mirror and said with a smile, "We are being followed."
Lu Chaoge's eyes were cold and he asked, "Who could it be?"
"I feel strange too." Fang Yan said. "Logically speaking, you have become the major shareholder of Longtu Group. You are ready to make rice. There is no reason for others to touch you anymore - who could it be?"
"Call the police," Lu Chaoge said.
"No need for the moment." Fang Yan said, "Aren't you curious who is hiding in the darkness like a rat in the gutter and biting people?"
"Don't take any chances."
"Believe me." Fang Yan said.
Fang Yan turned the steering wheel fiercely, and the car rushed in a direction that deviated from the original route. The car behind him didn't hesitate and immediately followed him.
"They are quite aboveboard. They are followed in such a high-profile manner." Fang Yan said with a sneer: "Either it means that they are talented and brave, or it means that they are a bunch of idiots. I really hope it is the latter."
The car drove wildly through the bustling city, through remote streets, past suburban houses, and finally arrived at the edge of Yantian Port.
This is an abandoned port. Since the completion of Huacheng Port in the east, this area has immediately become deserted. Weathered by the wind and sun, with no trace of human life, the port looked dilapidated.
Ga!
The black Buick SUV following closely behind stopped.
The two men in black suits in the car glanced around warily before setting their sights on the champagne-colored BMW parked in the middle of the harbor square.
The car windows were transparent, and no one could be seen in the car from where they were.
The two looked at each other, then opened the car door left and right and got out of the car.
They reached into their arms, took out their pistols and pulled the safety catch. The two men held firearms and cautiously surrounded the BMW.
The bald man stared upward, pointing his gun at the car door, ready to beat the enemies rushing out of the car to death at any time.
The short-haired man fell down at a 90-degree angle, with one hand on the ground, and the other hand raised a gun and aimed at the chassis of the BMW. He was worried that the target would be hiding below and launch a surprise attack on them.
Attack from above and attack from below, with tacit cooperation.
There was nothing suspicious inside or outside the car!
Where are people
The two were well-trained and immediately looked around back to back, preparing to find enemies who might be hiding in the dock containers or other places.
"Are you looking for me?" Fang Yan stood beside them with a smile and asked aloud.
Fang Yan did not stay away. He kept hiding on the edge of the BMW.
However, he was not in the car, nor was he under the car. Instead, he used the "Gecko Climb" technique to hang his body on the door on the other side of the BMW.
The man in black found no trace of Fang Yan in the car or under the car, so he thought Fang Yan was hiding in a broken container not far away. This gave Fang Yan the time and opportunity to approach them quietly.
The two were shocked and raised their hands to shoot.
How could Fang Yan give them a chance to shoot? When he struck out with the knife twice, he could only hear a 'click' sound.
The two pistols fell to the ground at the same time, and their arm bones were broken at the same time.
Fang Yan raised his toes, and a black pistol lifted off the ground and flew into the air again.
He picked up the pistol, put the muzzle of the gun on the bald man's head, and said with a smile: "Guess whether there are bullets in this gun?"
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The bald man didn't guess.
Because he knew better than anyone that there were six bullets in this gun. Box full.
This is his gun!
Snapped!
Fang Yan slapped the long-haired man next to him on the face. There was blood at the corner of the long-haired man's mouth, and a purple-red palm print appeared on his face.
He looked at Fang Yan angrily, feeling that the slap he received was really inexplicable.
"Why don't you guess he didn't guess?" Fang Yan asked.
(ps: I compiled the story outline for a day and will let more characters appear as soon as possible.)