Zou Haisheng couldn't laugh anymore. Others might not have to care about the director of the Education Bureau. Those who are engaged in the education industry dare not take it lightly. That is the real immediate boss.

As long as he says something wrong, he won’t even think of being a teacher in his life.

His ability to become the principal does have a lot to do with Director Wang. First, the two families have some distant relatives, and second, he has given him a lot of benefits.

"Why, do you know Director Wang?" Zou Haisheng was a little nervous in his heart, but he pretended to be calm on the surface and asked out loud.

If Song Baojun had a relationship with Director Wang, then he would have to act cautiously, after all, he could not afford to offend Wang Shanqing.

"I don't know." Song Baojun shook his head.

"Bang."

Zou Haisheng slapped the table hard and said angrily: "Then stop pretending to be a ghost. Do you think you can excuse yourself for your responsibility? I tell you not to mention the door or window."

"I don't know him, the reason is very simple. Wang Shanqing is really not qualified to know me, a bureau-level cadre. What is Wang Shanqing? When I come to my Song family during the holidays, I even dare not sit down and leave. He is also embarrassed to know me?" Song Baojun slapped the table hard, which scared Zou Haisheng.

"A mere bureau-level cadre in Chazhou City is also qualified to let me know Song? Not many people in the entire Chazhou can attract me Song, Liu Xiaoxuan, Liu Shi..." Song Baojun read out seven or eight names in one breath, all of whom are the most famous figures in Chazhou.

These people are so famous that they are either mayor, high-ranking officials or business leaders. Zou Haisheng's face trembled and he swallowed his saliva from the side.

Damn, it turns out that I really met a big boss today?

Song Baojun brought his vulgar personality to the extreme, and his aura was like the president of the country.

He took out the cigarette with a cold look on his face and lit it for himself, then spit out a cigarette at Zou Haisheng and said, "I am also from the Zhuca Committee. How many people can I like this little tea state? You, a small principal, dare to play tricks with me? Do you think you are tired of living?"

Zou Haisheng didn't like the smell of cigarettes very much. He was choked by the cigarettes that Song Baojun vomited, coughed twice, then wiped the cold sweat from his head, looked at Song Baojun and smiled bitterly, "No... I don't mean that."

He was already scared by Song Baojun's surprise. Whether it was from the names of the big names that Song Baojun blurted out just now and the extremely arrogant temperament on him, it made him deeply feel that the young man in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person.

Take his immediate boss Wang Shanqing as an example. Wang Shanqing cannot give him this feeling. This is clearly a noble temperament that only children of large families who have been pampering for many years can have.

As for the Zhucai Committee, his name is even more thunderous, and he feels numb when he hears it.

"Forget it, there is nothing to talk to you, the principal of a frog in the well. I think it's better to let Secretary Liu talk to you in person. The discipline of this Chazhou school is so poor. It seems that it should be cracked down. Especially for some people with misconduct, they should be expelled from the teaching staff." Song Baojun snorted heavily, took out his cell phone and found a number, and then dialed it.

Zou Haisheng suddenly broke out in cold sweat. How could he dare to let Song Baojun call to notify the city's senior officials? If the city's senior officials come forward, Wang Shanqing can't keep the seat under his butt.

After wiping the cold sweat on his head with his hand, Zou Haisheng ran to Song Baojun with a sad face and bowed deeply to apologize: "Mr. Song, this is my fault. Please give me a thumbs up and let me go. I will listen to you if you say you will deal with it."

"Isn't it your fault or mine? I want to send me apologies?"

"No, no, no, I don't mean that. I am sincerely apologizing to Mr. Song. I will definitely make up for the mistake I made just now."

Song Baojun stared at Zou Haisheng for several seconds before hanging up the phone and put away his cell phone. He looked at Zou Haisheng and snorted coldly and said, "Forget it, for my sister is studying in your school, it is not impossible to let you go. But you better guarantee that my sister will not be bullied by anyone in school in the future, otherwise I will ask you."

"It's certain, it's certain. I will be taken care of by Young Master Song's sister, and I will never dare to bully her. "Zou Haisheng immediately breathed a sigh of relief and quickly raised his hand to assure him.

As long as this plague god can be sent away, what is this little thing? Even if Song Baojun doesn't say it, he will take the initiative to do it.

Seeing that Zou Haisheng's answer was pretty good, Song Baojun's face finally calmed down a little, and he reached into his arms and groped and said, "Then I will give you another chance, this is my business card..."

He stopped halfway through his words, then pulled his hand and raised his eyebrows and said, "Forget it, I brought a few business cards from Xiangjing this time. The last one was given to Gao Guan Liu a few days ago. Just write down my number. If my sister has any problems at school, you can report it to me directly. Do you understand?"

Zou Haisheng nodded repeatedly, took out his cell phone and wrote down Song Baojun's number, for fear that he would remember it wrongly.

He knew that the business cards of these big names were extremely rare, unlike those salesmen who sent business cards when they met every day. If they were willing to give you a business card, it means they were willing to give you a chance to climb up.

After Zou Haisheng saved his number, Song Baojun said hello and turned away. Zou Haisheng smiled behind him and kept sending Song Baojun to the school gate before turning back. He was a little excited.

I originally thought I was going to encounter a big disaster, but I didn't expect that I would be blessed by disguise.

As long as I can join the young master, I might be able to transform myself from school and work in the education department?

In a good mood, he turned around and walked towards the infirmary, intending to solve the problems of the children and their parents.

Anyway, there is a video to make evidence in your hands, no matter how you look at it, it is still the parents who are in the wrong. At worst, the school can help pay the medical expenses. If they insist on making trouble, that's fine, go to another school to study.

When I walked into the infirmary, the beds in the infirmary and the chairs next to me were all lying.

His son was lying on the hospital bed, and a female doctor was applying medicine to his face. Another doctor was sitting at the desk holding a phone and contacting a hospital next to him.

Seeing his son's face full of injuries, he felt heartbroken. The good mood he had just passed away instantly. He hurriedly walked over and looked at his son and asked, "Bibei, how are you doing? Are you okay?"

"Dad, I feel so painful. I feel so painful and I feel a lot of blood. Someone is going to beat me to death." The fat man immediately started crying like a pig when he heard his father's voice.

As soon as he cried like this, the other children in the ward also cried. Song Baojun was merciless to attack these people. They had to take at least one week's sick leave before they could return to school to continue their studies.

Zou Haisheng felt distressed immediately, and quickly took out a tissue to wipe his son's tears, comforting him softly: "It's okay, it's okay, don't cry for now, when the disease is cured, my dad buys you something delicious."

After comforting his son for a few words, he turned his head and looked at the female doctor next to him and asked, "Xiao Liu, is my son's injury serious?"

"Seriously, the bridge of the nose is probably broken, and there are many injuries on the body. It will take about a period of time to be hospitalized. We have contacted Appendix II, and their people will come soon." The female doctor replied quickly, feeling a little puzzled.

What's going on? It's normal for students to fight in school, but it's quite abnormal to fight like this. This is simply the gangster fight in society, otherwise why would it be so severely injured?

Zou Haisheng didn't explain, but just sighed and shook his head, and a wave of helplessness surged in his heart.

If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely give back ten times to the other party, but if he wanted to touch the other party so much, he could only hate that he had spoiled his son and made such a big mistake.

"Dad, please let the police arrest that bastard, and his sister Han Ruoyi, they are all in the same group, join forces to bully me." The little fat man shouted in a sob on the bed.

Zou Haisheng almost slapped in the face and cursed with hatred: "Little beast, if you dare to cause trouble for Han Ruoyi, do you believe it if I interrupt your legs with my own hands?"

When Mr. Song left, he specifically instructed him to take good care of his sister. If this kid was really stupid and went to bully the girl named Han Ruoyi, he would go home and file a lawsuit with Mr. Song, who would Mr. Song ask for trouble then? Isn’t he just a father?

Zou Hai almost never loses his temper with his son in his daily life. Even if his son rides around his neck, he just squeezes out his smile.

After suddenly getting angry like this, the fat man was shocked, and then he lay on the bed and cried louder, which made Zou Haisheng feel upset.

Fortunately, the ambulance on the second side of the Affiliated Second also drove over, and the injured students were carried onto stretchers and sent to the hospital for examination and treatment.

...

After accompanying Han Ruoyi to hold a parent-teacher meeting, Song Baojun took Han Ruoyi directly home. After lunch at home, he returned to school. There was still class in the afternoon.

As the end of the semester is approaching, the school is a little quieter than usual, and more students in the library are starting to increase. Many students who are lazy on weekdays have also begun to study hard and want to make a temporary cram, so as not to fail the final exam and not be able to work with their families.

Under the leadership of Song Baojun, a group of people from the Otaku Brotherhood also began to study honestly. Long Ya repeatedly joked that the Otaku Brotherhood would be changed to the Otaku Brotherhood in the future.

Studying and training have almost become the main theme of Song Baojun every day. Every morning, Song Baojun will come from bed consciously without an alarm clock reminder.

If you get used to going to bed early and getting up early, your body's biological clock will also be adjusted, and it is difficult to sleep in.

"Running." Song Baojun, who had gotten up from the bed, said a few words and ran to wash his face and brush his teeth. Then he left the dormitory in his sportswear, ran towards the school playground, and started running around the playground.

There were very few students who were willing to get up early in the morning to practice in the morning, so it was rare to see a few people on the huge playground. Song Baojun could only hear his footsteps coming from the playground.

After running for half an hour, Song Baojun stopped sweating, lifted his clothes to let the wind blow, turned around and ran towards the canteen.
Chapter completed!