The ruffian is hard to guard

The low-key and luxurious black car slowly stopped in front of the school, and a middle-aged man with a central haircut hunched over his waist and smiled and ran forward quickly and opened the door.

Dark brown crocodile leather shoes reflected the sun, and a man bowed out of the car. The high-end suits showed a luxurious temperament, which was incompatible with this gray town.

"Mr. Shen, hello, hello, I am the principal of No. [-] Middle School of the town. You are here today. Our school is really flourishing."

The headmaster of Mediterranean Sea held the man's hand with respect and enthusiasm, and shook it vigorously.

The man tugged at the corner of his mouth as a smile, he withdrew his hand, and said "you're welcome" in a neutral manner.

"Mr. Shen, please come inside, the event ceremony is ready, and it will start as soon as you arrive."

Principal Xie Ding stretched out his long arms, leading the man to the front of the crowd, and he entered the campus like a crowd of stars.

The sun at one o'clock in the afternoon is so fierce that the sun seems to be hanging over the head domineering.

The high school students lined up neatly on the playground since twelve o'clock. At this time, all of them were sun-drenched like water-deficient melon seedlings, and their heads were drooping.

"Stand up straight, stand up straight, hold your chest up, the principal and the distinguished guests come in."

Zhang Jian, who was in the second class of the third year of high school, was kicked by the head teacher. He slowly straightened his limp back, raised his eyelids and glanced at a group of people coming from afar, and lazily said to the people around him: "That is the Mediterranean Sea. The God of Wealth? Grass, looks like a gentle scum."

He bumped the boy who was standing upright with his shoulder: "Cheng Jialiang, you are not tired, you have been standing upright for an hour."

"Not tired."

There were more than a dozen people standing in the first row of the team, and Cheng Jialiang was among them.

Unlike other people who are tired and crooked, his school uniform is zippered to the top neatly, and he is clasping the trouser line at the side of his legs with both hands, standing in a military posture.

At this time, he turned his head and glanced at the group of people walking towards the rostrum. The person leading the front was long and straight in a suit, and his stride was large but steady. The principal and the leaders following behind could only trot all the way. , slightly clumsy and funny.

"Shen Fang, someone who runs a big company in the provincial capital is said to be worth over [-] million yuan." Zhang Jian leaned over again, and whispered in Cheng Jialiang's ear, "I thought he was also a middle-aged and elderly entrepreneur with a bald head and a big belly like Director Wang of the cement factory. Well, it turns out that you are so young, you look like you are in your early thirties?" He snorted, feeling a little sour, "To be able to do such a big business at this age, he is either a rich second generation or a profiteer!"

Cheng Jialiang lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Shut up and stand still."

The loudspeaker was tapped a few times by the headmaster of the Mediterranean Sea, making a harsh communication sound.He howled at the top of his voice: "Teachers and classmates, let me solemnly introduce Mr. Shen by my side, Shen Fang, general manager of Changxing Group."

He fiddled with his hair, which seemed to be nothing, and continued to roar enthusiastically: "As a well-known entrepreneur, Mr. Shen never forgets to give back to the society when he gets rich. He is very enthusiastic about public welfare and education. Mr. Shen not only donated two experiments to our school. room, two computer rooms and a sports center, and is planning to subsidize ten impoverished students from our school who are both excellent in character and learning!"

Compared to Shen Fang who was still calm, the principal had a big red flower blooming on his face at this time, which looked like some kind of animal's butt from a distance: "Boss Shen said that as long as these poor students are admitted to college , he will bear all the tuition fees for the four years of their university, and if anyone wants to continue their studies and be admitted to a graduate school, Mr. Shen will also cover all the tuition fees!"

The principal's voice was broken, and it hurt people's ears when it came out through the microphone with poor sound quality: "Next, let's welcome Mr. Shen with warm applause and say a few words to us!"

The principal passed the microphone over, Shen Fang pondered for a while before putting the microphone to his mouth: "There is nothing to say, I just did what I should do, I hope it can encourage and motivate you, and I also hope You can work hard at the age when you should be diligent and be the winners in your own life, thank you!"

The words are short, unpretentious, and low-pitched.

Not even the inferior microphone could block his calm posture and powerful aura.

Undoubtedly, Shen Fang is attracting people's attention, especially in this small town with an old atmosphere in the air.Discussions of admiration and praise arose, occasionally mixed with whispers of admiration from the girls, buzzing like three hundred flies in a meeting.

Zhang Jian stood writhing with his body crooked, and snorted out a sentence: "There are five people in front of you and six people in front of you. I don't know what is behind people."

He turned to look at his best buddy, wanting to be recognized, but found that his eyes were glued tightly to the shining person on the rostrum.

"Cheng Jialiang, what are you looking at? What's there to see?" Zhang Jian clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, feeling a little sour in his heart, "My buddy is ten years younger than him. When I get to his age, I must have greater achievements than him! Damn, When the time comes, I will come back and build a school building for the school, and hang a plaque and call it 'Zhang Jian Building'!"

"He's on the stage." Cheng Jialiang automatically ignored Zhang Jian's blaring bull B, and pulled him to the rostrum according to the principal's arrangement, waiting to accept Shen Fang's donation.

Shen Fang was dressed in a silver-gray suit, tall and dazzling.He distributed the condolences and school supplies to the sponsored students in turn.

The corner of his mouth was slightly lifted, and he said "Come on", which seemed friendly and polite, but in fact it was not half sincere.

"Thank you." Zhang Jian took the things from him and thanked him provocatively.

Shen Fang was like deaf, without giving a single glance in his eyes, he stood in front of Cheng Jialiang.

He handed the condolence money and school supplies to Cheng Jialiang, and said "Come on" in a low voice as always.

"Mr. Shen," Cheng Jialiang said to stop Shen Fang who was about to leave, "My name is Cheng Jialiang."

He stretched out his hand and made a handshake gesture: "Thank you for your support."

Shen Fang looked at the hand, and finally raised his head to meet Cheng Jialiang's eyes. He showed a still insincere and unconcerned smile, raised his hand and gently put it on the young man's hand: "You're welcome."

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, he was grabbed by the person opposite: "Mr. Shen, do you remember my name?"

Shen Fang looked at his tightly clenched hands, subconsciously moved his eyebrows, and finally showed a real expression.

His indifferent face showed a bit of impatience and disdain: "Cheng Jialiang, I will remember."

"That's good." Cheng Jialiang let go of his hand, avoiding him and looking into the distance, as if the person who forced others to remember his name just now never existed.

Shen Fang also looked away, wiped the hand held by Cheng Jialiang on his suit intentionally or unintentionally, then put on a distant smile and said "Come on" to the next student.