A Guide to Saving the Wicked

At the gate of Chongyang Middle School, a low-key commercial vehicle slowly stopped, and the two people who got out of the vehicle were still wearing a complete set of black suits under the scorching heat.

The head of the man's thick black hair was combed back meticulously, and a very aggressive face was completely exposed.

The moment he came down, the eyes of the middle-aged man surrounded by a group of people at the school gate lit up, he quickly ran towards them, and greeted them with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Jing, Assistant Zhou, you are here!"

Jing Haoyang glanced at him, and matched the bright smiling face in front of him with the serious photo in the file: "Principal Huang?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Jing has worked hard, thank you for your kindness, and come here in person."

Principal Huang introduced the people around him. They were nothing more than the vice-principal and director. The school is small and there is no so-called school director.

Not daring to delay, Principal Huang slightly bowed his waist and invited Jing Haoyang and the others inside.

He has solicited so many sponsorships but nothing came of it. Seeing that he finally has a clue, he dare not neglect in the slightest, his enthusiasm is not like money, and he almost reaches out to hold Jing Haoyang's hand.

The vice-principal next to them also eagerly surrounded the two of them, inquiring about their health and keeping their words from falling on the ground.

Seeing this, Assistant Zhou also responded politely, with a polite attitude.

He knows why the headmaster is so diligent.

In fact, it is not necessary. My boss came here to invest 100% of the time. After all, his nephew is studying in this school.

It is really embarrassing to say that the old man of the Xie family has two sons, the eldest is not up to date, and he did not hesitate to fall out with the family because of a woman. Nearly had a stroke.

The second child, Jing Haoyang, who was only 15 years old, suddenly stood up and worked tirelessly to learn how to manage a company, and supported the Xie family as a naive child. Otherwise, the Xie family would have fallen down long ago.

Not long ago, the old man, who had retired a long time ago, answered a phone call. He heard that the boss and his wife died in a car accident two years ago, leaving only one child who is still in high school.

Hearing the bad news for the first time, the old man passed out immediately, and when he woke up again, he held Jing Haoyang's hand in a daze and asked him to promise to take good care of the child.

Jing Haoyang, who had just entered the world, agreed directly without any hesitation, and promised to hand over all of the Xie family to that child named Xie Jiawen.

Among all the types of tasks, what he dislikes the most is the set of dealing with people. Of course, the hot potato of the company can be thrown away.

As for the villain who got the property, if he dared to attack him, he would let the villain try hard fists.

Not many people know that Jing Haoyang is just the adopted son brought back by Mr. Xie who doesn't even have a household registration book. The only real descendant of Mr. Xie is Xie Jiawen who survived the car accident.

Because Mr. Xie's wife was named Jing, everyone always thought that Jing Haoyang followed his mother's surname, but in fact, Jing Haoyang was just an orphan who happened to be named Jing.

Mr. Xie is confused, but not confused.

Jing Haoyang supported the Xie family alone when he was 15 years old. Without him, the Xie family would not be what it is now.

He completely disagrees with Jing Haoyang's desire to give Mrs. Xie to Xie Jiawen: "Mr. Xie belongs to you, you don't have to give it to him, and he can't afford this position. You just need to take care of him..."

After speaking, he passed out again, and he didn't have time to see Jing Haoyang's expression of avoiding the company.

Jing Haoyang made arrangements for the old man, and then sent someone to inquire about Xie Jiawen's situation. He happened to hear that Xie Jiawen's school was looking for sponsors everywhere, so he asked Assistant Zhou to contact Principal Huang. With the opening scene.

When he came, the students were in class, and the principal's office didn't pass by the teaching building, so except for the people in the physical education class who saw someone coming in, no one else noticed that they were walking around in such a thick suit on these two hot days people.

Even more coincidentally, Xie Jiawen happened to be in physical education class.

"Ah, look at that handsome man in a suit! Do you have Fan Er, the domineering president!"

"Oh my god, he's so handsome! What's his name uncle! This kind of fairy face should be called little brother!"

Hearing the sound, Xie Jiawen subconsciously glanced in that direction, just in time to meet Jing Haoyang's gaze turning back.

The beating of the heart seemed to miss a beat suddenly. This person's appearance is indeed very outstanding, but what is more noticeable is his powerful aura, which is so strong that just a casual glance makes him feel palpitations.

If it weren't for the suit that seemed to be expensive, Xie Jiawen would rather believe that this man was a special soldier who had been on the battlefield.

After taking a deep breath, Xie Jiawen quickly sorted out her emotions, her beautiful peach eyes were slightly closed, and her slender eyelashes blocked the thoughts in her eyes.

Don't mess with this kind of person.

Jing Haoyang on the other side had no idea that when he was distracted, his casual glance happened to meet Xie Jiawen.

He is still earnestly following his old partner, Unlimited Streaming System 963's statement to match the character design, silently keeping a straight face... to create air-conditioning.

The rules issued by the fast travel system require them to do things in accordance with the design of the person. This is very different from the previous rules of the infinite stream system. He is still studying and studying with 963, and he feels a little overwhelmed.

What does iceberg man mean?He understands... Iceberg?

With all due respect, he is human.

Since entering the principal's office, Principal Huang has been passionately talking about the teaching philosophy and teaching staff of Chongyang Middle School, and has also carefully presented the school's outstanding students, students, files, and cases to Jing Haoyang.

I don't know what's wrong, but Mr. Ming Mingjing looks so much younger than him, and the aura all over his body is so oppressive that he doesn't even dare to speak loudly.

Assistant Zhou was well-informed and sat beside him with his eyes downcast.

No matter what Principal Huang says, Chongyang is only a second-rate middle school. No matter how many flowers are talked about, it is actually just a prospect, and even this kind of prospect is a future that the current school can't achieve at all. .

If it weren't for the boss's nephew studying in this school, they might not have noticed such a school at all.

There were a lot of thoughts in my mind, but in fact it was just a matter of a moment. When Principal Huang had finished speaking, Assistant Zhou interrupted Principal Huang.

He took out a stack of contracts from his briefcase and handed it to Principal Huang with an embarrassed expression: "Principal Huang, there are two things we have to do this time, and the first thing you should be most concerned about is the donation. Here is the detailed contract, you can take a look first."

Seeing that the donation is expected, Principal Huang is naturally happy, but he also noticed Assistant Zhou's unfinished words: "Then there is one more thing..."

"There is one more thing that is not in a hurry. It has nothing to do with funding, and it's not a big deal. Let's look at the contract first."

Assistant Zhou said while spreading out the contract in his hand: "The contract is in duplicate. Our total donation this time is [-] million, of which [-]..."

"hiss--"! ! !

100 million or 1000 million? ? ?

Principal Huang's small eyes were rounded: "How much?!"

Assistant Zhou pursed his lips slightly, and his tone was as casual as if he was discussing a dollar: "One hundred million."

One hundred million! ! !

"Assistant Zhou, Assistant Zhou, sit down for a while..." Principal Huang glanced at his colleagues in disbelief, and finally turned to the dean: "Director Li, help me to pour some more tea for the two of you..."

Assistant Zhou grabbed Principal Huang, who was still distracted, with a polite but not alienated tone: "Principal, time is limited, we have to finish talking early and there are other things."

Principal Huang came back to his senses, and secretly glanced at Jing Haoyang, who was sitting next to him with an expressionless face. He quickly took a deep breath to stabilize his emotions, and tried to save his face: "Okay, okay, Assistant Zhou, tell me."

Assistant Zhou nodded, ignoring the fiery gazes of the people around Principal Huang, and continued the topic just now: "The 5000 million mentioned earlier is the total amount, of which [-] million will be allocated by you. In the end, all you need is an implementation plan."

"But the other 5000 million, we want to use it as a targeted donation to increase the school's infrastructure. In short, we want the best class environment."

Under Principal Huang's puzzled eyes, Assistant Zhou added: "We have a complete implementation plan for targeted donations, and the amount does not exceed 50 yuan. If there is any excess, we will make up for it."

Was it pie in the sky and it fell into his mouth? !

Principal Huang's head was swollen.

Even if Assistant Zhou's second thing is to ask for his underwear, he can do it.

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