Once upon a time there was a demon pass

Yu Sheng was at a loss: "I don't know."

"There are many people in the province, and I don't know them."

Rule [-] of Sin City: Never be blindly confident in yourself without having clear information.

Article [-] of the Law of the City of Sin, the second paragraph: Even if you have clear information, don't be confident, or you will be tricked miserably.

If you are not sure about the job, you can't take it by yourself.

The principal was also dumbfounded.

Originally, in his imaginary scene, shouldn't Yu Sheng just talk about the price?

If Sin City was the only person who got out of the quota every year and couldn't even get in the top ten in the provincial student examination, then Sin City should have fallen and razed to the ground long ago.

"In this way, the first 100 is the standard line."

"Every time you rise to a rank, I will give you... give you..."

The principal was caught in a tangle, and it took a long time before he gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind: "I will give you 100 yuan for every rank you rise!"

"If you get the first place, you will get a bonus of [-]!"

When the principal said these words, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth, as if this was not just the plain 1 yuan, but his lost youth.

Even Yu Sheng didn't seem to have thought of this number. He looked up at the principal in a daze, and hesitated for a while: "I think... leave."

When you're done, turn around and leave.

"That's a lot!"

"That's a lot!"

"Don't go, wait, wait!"

The principal's vigorous figure rushed to the gate first, and his obese body blocked the door.

"If the price is not right, we can talk again."

"Look at this, let me raise another idea."

The principal coughed twice: "I'm going to bet against the leaders of the Education Department above. If the No. [-] Middle School wins the provincial ranking, the leaders should allocate a certain amount of resources. When the time comes, we will split between the two, how about it?"

...

The air fell silent.

Yu Sheng looked at the headmaster with complicated eyes. After thinking about it seriously, Yu Sheng sat back in his seat, picked up the pen and paper on the desk, and kept writing: "Principal, for your suggestion , I think it can be improved like this..."

"According to previous national examinations, every school has the right to design its own uniform, right."

"You can ask the leadership of the Education Department for an approval letter, because the three schools merged and the school uniforms were redesigned."

"The Education Department will definitely agree to this kind of thing."

"Then, our school uniforms..."

The rest of my life usually talks very little, is very boring, and I don't even express too much emotion.

But as long as money is involved, he seems to be a different person, with constant thoughts and eloquence.

"No one stipulates that school uniforms cannot be printed."

"The national exam is always the focus of everyone's attention, and even the TV station will interview it."

"So just print xx grocery store, xx group, etc. on the school uniform..."

"Especially someone who wore this school uniform and got a good ranking, even the top ten, and even the provincial championship."

"Wear this school uniform again and take the college assessment, what do you think..."

"How much are these people willing to pay?"

Yu Sheng's voice is not loud, and his emotions are actually not too excited, as if he is narrating calmly.

But to the principal, it was like a thunderbolt.

It is more exciting than those impassioned words.

Bible!

This is literally the bible!

Is it Yu's money-making book?

Moreover, this set of plans has its own absolute core competitiveness, that is, there must be talents who can show it.

Otherwise, in just one market, no matter how sensational your speculation is, you won't make much money.

so...

Even if Yu Sheng directly said this plan, the principal couldn't get rid of him and stand on his own.

For a moment, the headmaster looked at Yu Sheng as if he was looking at a golden mountain.

Mountains of gold that move.

"This thing is reliable."

"Our Director of Mobei City Education Department is my old comrade in arms."

"It's not that I don't know some big companies."

"And this time I don't want to make a one-off sale. If the ranking is high, they will have to pay more."

"Don't worry, I will definitely do it clearly."

The headmaster said confidently, and beat his chest vigorously.

Seeing this somewhat familiar movement, Yu Sheng's heart trembled subconsciously, and he couldn't help asking: "Principal, are you from the reserve?"

"Ah, yes."

"what happened?"

The headmaster was taken aback for a moment, and asked in a daze.

...

...

Two people flashed in Yu Sheng's mind... two idiots.

Inexplicably, I regretted it again.

In the memory of the rest of my life, the reserve team seemed to be labeled naturally, with three huge words written on the label.

'unreliable'

"Let's...five five points?"

Looking at Yu Sheng's pensive expression, the headmaster felt something was wrong for some reason, and asked tentatively.

Yu Sheng looked at the principal quietly, without saying a word.

"June Four!"

The principal gritted his teeth and made this important decision.

Yu Sheng still didn't speak.

"Qisan, no less!"

"It's the limit..."

"I also want to sell a lot of faces, and the cost of making new school uniforms is quite a lot, and the money can't be put into my personal pocket."

"Outstanding graduates of the school, put your name on it!"

"This is merit, not something that can be measured by money!"

The principal increased the weight again.

Yu Sheng nodded slightly: "Yes."

Seeing that Yu Sheng finally nodded, the principal couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief: "I'll print the contract in a while, and the transaction is smooth."

"No contract."

"I recorded it."

Yu Sheng took out the hand that had been in the pocket of his coat all the time, raised his phone, nodded politely to the principal shyly, turned and left.

The headmaster froze in place as if struck by lightning.

If the money is not intended to be used for school construction, but for private use, does it mean that...

You can use this recording to report yourself at any time for the rest of your life.

And get your money back by the way...

But soon he put this matter behind him, took out a calculator from the drawer, and kept pressing it for a long time.

In the office, the harsh laughter of the principal can still be heard.

Laughter echoed in the quiet corridor.

Including that repeated sentence...

"Get rich, get rich this time."

For a moment, all the teachers who passed by looked at the closed door of the principal's office, and there was a hint of strangeness in their faces.

Headmaster... have you convulsed again?