Reluctantly, Fang Jianhong took the phone from Ma Haitao's lap, bowed his body and said respectfully: "Hello, Director Ma. Is he Jianhong? He is with Haitao. Is he thinking about that? No?" Is there any misunderstanding about the wrong child? Haitao is not a victim. He was injured when he did nothing and is now receiving treatment in the hospital - Director Ma, is he free? He wants to rush over and report to me in person. "
"Director Fang." Director Ma realized that the leaders of that aristocratic Ivy League school were no strangers. His attitude softened slightly and he said, "Am I sure Ma Haitao didn't do anything?"
"Well - he has some understanding of Haitao. If he did something wrong, he would confess to their teachers. But he was really wronged that time, and now his eyes are red -"
There was silence on the other end of the phone. Apparently Director Fuma was persuaded by Fang Jianhong.
"What are we going to do?" Director Ma asked aloud.
"When the hospital's appraisal comes out, they want to submit those medical records and the students' suicide notes to the Department of Education." Fang Jianhong said. "No matter what, they have to give justice to the students of other schools. They must not let them suffer. The students' minds are the simplest and the most innocent, but whether they are right or not is very important. If they let them Having been wronged, I am afraid it will have a profound impact on their lives—"
Fang Jianhong even used some knowledge points from education to decide whether to convince Director Ma to side with him. If I don't help them find justice for my son, I won't blame him when my son gives up on himself and goes astray - and as Fang Jianhong and Ma Haitao know, that child is already very crooked. What he said will definitely come true.
Director Ma naturally understood the meaning of Hong Fang Jianhong's words, and snorted coldly: "If you can't bear a small setback after years of hard work, is there something wrong with the teaching quality of the Ivy League schools?"
Fang Jianhong broke out in a cold sweat and quickly said, "Director Ma, is he worried about that kind of thing happening? Haitao is not my child or his student. Who doesn't want him to get better and better?" What's better? Do you think so?"
"He will learn more about that matter." Director Ma said, and then hung up the phone.
When Fang Jianhong gave his petition to Ma Haitao, he said with a strange expression: "Is there someone putting pressure on my dad? Ma Haitao just called to talk about the incident, and he already knew about it, and he immediately asked for an apology. If so—which true god was moved over there?”
Lin Yubin said with a gloomy face: "To oppress others with power is lawless. How can they do such dirty things? How can such a person be qualified to serve as a role model for others?"
Fang Jianhong glared at Lin Yubin fiercely, and Lin Yubin quickly apologized and scolded Suzaku for being shameless.
Director Ma is called Ma Xue. He is either the director of the Huacheng Education Department or the top-ranked deputy director. Of course, having such a giant Buddha walking through the Education Department is enough for Ma Haitao to run rampant in a high school.
Ma Xue hung up the phone, feeling a little confused and having a headache.
Although his boss had just greeted him and asked his son, Ma Haitao, to apologize and gain their forgiveness, and he had verbally agreed, could he remember that he was still dissatisfied after all.
His son was injured and was hospitalized. He wanted to apologize to the person who hit him. If the incident got out, where would his face be? Moreover, what Director Fang Jianhong said made sense. After all, Ma Haihai was his biological son. If he got into trouble because of that incident, there would be no way he could get it back—
Snapped!
He slapped the table with the palm of his leg, and then walked towards the director's office at the east end of the corridor with his tea cup in hand.
Wang Hai is the director of the Department of Education, and he can control the official seal of that department. After talking to Ding in the hall, Ma Xue simply didn't have the strength to arm-wrestle with him.
The East subordinates often joke about the names of Ma Xue and Director Wang Hai, saying that one is not "Xue" and the other is "Hai". From the name, it is known that Hai is bigger than Xueqiu.
Whether what they said was true, Ma Xue didn't even have room to refute.
Of course, every time he heard such a comparison, he felt a pricking feeling of discomfort in his heart.
Ma Xue knocked on the door and came in. Director Wang Hai was talking on the phone. When he saw Ma Xue come in, he glanced at him strangely and motioned for him to go and wait on the sofa for a while.
Wang Hai hung up the phone, looked at Ma Xue with a smile, and asked, "Xue, what can I do?"
"I know there is no shortage of good tea at the director's place. He has brought all the teacups, so why don't you want to ask for a cup of good tea?" Ma Xue said jokingly, deliberately bringing the two of them closer.