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Chapter 152 Does the word “villain” have the word “villain” written on my face?
"You have final exams coming up soon, right?"

Lying on the bed in the bedroom, Huang Qingya asked lazily.

Cao Sheng nodded.

Huang Qingya: "How many days are left?"

Cao Sheng: “Five days.”

Huang Qingya: "Are you really going to Beijing to buy a house this summer?"

Cao Sheng hummed again.

Huang Qingya hesitated for a moment and asked again: "Can I go with you?"

Cao Sheng was a little surprised, "What are you going to do?"

Huang Qingya: "We... have never officially dated outside, and we haven't even held hands outside. In Beijing... no one knows me there. If you wear a pair of sunglasses, no one should be able to recognize you, okay?"

Go to Beijing to hold hands?
Is it necessary to mobilize such a large force?
Of course, he knew what she meant.

She wanted to hold his hand openly on the street, like a normal couple.

"it is good."

He agreed.

Huang Qingya, who had just said that she had no strength, climbed onto his chest again after hearing what he said, as if she had been given a shot of chicken blood and was full of energy again.

……

Zou Jiehui is one of Cao Sheng’s teachers.

What I teach is securities investment.

He is not very old, only in his early thirties.

He is handsome, knows how to dress, is eloquent, and gives people the impression of being very smart and quick-witted.

Just three days before the final exam for Cao Sheng's class, Zou Jiehui got off work that evening and rode out of the school gate on his motorcycle. As soon as he came out, he heard someone calling him on the side of the road.

"Teacher Zou! Teacher Zou!"

Hearing the sound, Zou Jiehui stepped on the brakes and turned to look.

He saw two strange men on the side of the road smiling at him.

One was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, and the other was in his early twenties.

"Call me? Who are you?"

As Zou Jiehui asked, he frowned and looked at the two people, still feeling that they were unfamiliar.

He was very confident in his memory. He would have some impression of people he had met before, but he was sure he had never seen the two people on the roadside.

The two men trotted over.

The leading man took out a pack of Chinese cigarettes and enthusiastically handed one to Zou Jiehui. "Teacher Zou! We came here because we admired your reputation. We know that you are an expert in investment and hope to get some advice from you. We have already booked a private room in the hotel. Please give us some face, don't worry! We understand the rules and have prepared a big red envelope. Take a look?"

The way these two people were dressed didn't look like rich people, but they should be city people.

Zou Jiehui took the cigarette and smelled it, but did not light it.

As a teacher who teaches securities investment, there are often people in society who ask him for advice on investment matters.

He's used to it.

So, he pondered for a moment, then smiled and nodded in agreement.

The salary of university teachers is not high, so Zou Jiehui has always been earning extra money outside.

What disappointed him a little was that the place where these two people invited him to dinner was not the first floor of the old street, nor was it a high-end restaurant like Tianranju.

But they are from Huizhou family near the school.

When he entered the door, Zou Jiehui frowned a little.

But thinking of the big red envelope the other party had just mentioned, he followed in anyway.

In the box, after both parties sat down, the food and wine were served. After eating and drinking for about half an hour, the man, who was about 35 or 36 years old, really took out a big red envelope and handed it to Zou Jiehui with both hands.

Zou Jiehui smiled.

He reached out and took it.

He said casually, "You just said you wanted to consult me ​​about investment? Tell me! What is it specifically?"

The man who gave Zou Jiehui the red envelope said his surname was Zhou.

At this time, he said with a smile: "Teacher Zou! To be honest, I am a reporter. I don't have any investment matters to consult you. I just want to get the scores of Cao Sheng in each subject of this final exam. The red envelope just now is to invite you to have tea. When you take a photo of Cao Sheng's final exam scores and send it to me, I promise that the hard work fee will be twice the amount in your red envelope! What do you think? Can you do me this favor?"

After saying this, he and his apprentice looked at Zou Jiehui together.

He brought his apprentice with him today, the young man in his twenties.

The smile on Zou Jiehui's face turned into a look of surprise.

"Are you reporters?"

Old Zhou nodded with a smile. Zou Jiehui looked down at the red envelope in his hand and estimated that there was at least one thousand yuan.

"Are you sure that after the job is done, the hard work fee will be twice as much as here?"

Zou Jiehui asked again.

The smile on Lao Zhou's face grew wider and he nodded again.

Zou Jiehui suddenly threw the red envelope in front of Lao Zhou and sneered, "Are you sending away beggars? Do you know that I am an associate professor after all? You have no money, but you are still playing this game? Do you know how much money I can make if I buy any stock?"

The smile on Lao Zhou’s face froze.

He frowned and asked, "How much do you want?"

Zou Jiehui squinted at him and sneered, "Double it! If you can't double it, don't waste my time!"

As he said that, he reached out for the car keys on the table, stood up and was about to leave.

Lao Zhou quickly stood up to persuade him to stay and readily promised to double the salary.

Anyway, Huang Shuren paid for it, so he didn't feel bad at all.

……

Under the night.

After having a good meal and drinking, and carrying a big red envelope, Zou Jiehui rode his bike directly to the principal's house. After entering the house, he took out two big red envelopes and placed them on the coffee table in front of the principal Zhang Xiaoguo.

He said seriously, "Principal! Two reporters came to me today and tried to bribe me with these two red envelopes. I was afraid of alerting them, so I pretended to agree to it. This should have reassured them. But if we don't find a solution quickly, they won't get Cao Sheng's test scores from me, but will get them from someone else."

Zhang Xiaoguo frowned and looked at Zou Jiehui, then looked at the two big red envelopes on the coffee table.

"What you just meant is that the two reporters wanted Cao Sheng's test scores?"

Zou Jiehui nodded, "Yes! They asked for Cao Sheng's final exam scores and asked me to take photos and give them to them. I guess they want to hype up Cao Sheng's academic performance. These damn paparazzi! In order to attract readers' attention, they dare to hype up any shameless news!"

Zhang Xiaoguo nodded slightly and smiled, "You know what? These reporters are smart. They can figure out that Cao Sheng usually spends most of his energy on writing, and his grades in various subjects are probably not good enough. If they really succeed, the media will probably be in a frenzy for a while. By then, not only will Cao Sheng be embarrassed, but our school will also be embarrassed!"

Zou Jiehui frowned, "Principal! How can you still laugh? If we can't properly resolve this matter, something serious will happen! Especially since our school is in the critical period of upgrading to a college, we can't have such a big scandal!"

Zhang Xiaoguo laughed.

He waved his hands and said, "Since we already knew about this in advance, what is there to worry about? Aren't the final exams still a few days away? Can you teachers come up with a solution?"

Zou Jiehui blinked and suddenly smiled.

I thought: Right! The test hasn’t even started yet. As teachers, is there anything we can do to help our students do better?
At this time, Zhang Xiaoguo looked at Zou Jiehui with interest, "Xiao Zou! I heard that you like making money very much! What? Someone gave you all the money this time, and you can still resist it? Taking a few photos of Cao Sheng's final grades, it shouldn't be difficult for you, right? What do you think?"

Zou Jiehui chuckled twice.

He relaxed completely, sat down on the single sofa next to the principal, picked up the teacup on the coffee table and took a sip.

He exhaled and said with a smile: "Principal! What you said is right. Who doesn't like money? Besides, I am studying investment. If I don't make money, I will be unworthy of the professional knowledge I have learned for so many years!"

After a pause, he continued, "But as the old saying goes, a gentleman loves money but gets it in a proper way. Although I am not a gentleman, I know better than most people which money can be earned and which money cannot be earned!

Besides, hey, you don't know yet, right? I'm already dating the daughter of the owner of Cui Yu Fang, and we're about to get married, so why should I be afraid of not having money to spend in the future?

At this time, Cao Sheng's scandal means the school's scandal. How can an associate professor like me feel proud when the school has a scandal? Besides, Cao Sheng is also my student! Although I am not his counselor, he has published so many books and he didn't say he would give me one, but he is my student after all! How can I sell my own students for money? Humph, these two reporters look down on me, Zou Jiehui! There are so many teachers who taught Cao Sheng, but they didn't go to any of them, but to me, Zou Jiehui, the principal! Do you think they think that I, Zou Jiehui, don't look like a good person? Do I have the word "villain" written on my face? It's really fucking irritating the more I think about it!"

Zou Jiehui became angrier as he spoke.

He always thought he was good-looking and the most elegant male teacher in the department.

But he was surprised when the two reporters came to him today and tried to bribe him to sell Cao Sheng's test scores.

I can’t believe it. Why did these two reporters come to him, Zou Jiehui?
Are they blind? I am so handsome, but I look like a profit-seeking villain?

Zhang Xiaoguo was amused by Zou Jiehui's words.

After laughing a few times, he said to Zou Jiehui, "That's enough! I'm very satisfied that you know how to maintain the image of our school in this matter. When you marry the daughter of the owner of Cui Yu Fang, I will be your witness!"

Zou Jiehui was very surprised.

"Really? Principal! You can't lie to me?"

Zhang Xiaoguo laughed and scolded: "Get lost! How could I lie to you? Oh, right! Go and call Lu Xiangwei over. He, the counselor, is responsible for this matter."

Zou Jiehui stood up and said, "Okay, Principal! I'll go right away."

……

During the morning self-study session the next day.

Cao Sheng was reviewing in the classroom! Lu Xiangwei walked behind him, patted his shoulder, and hooked his finger at him, motioning him to follow him out.

Cao Sheng frowned, thinking that the school had arranged for him and Jiang Xiaoshuang to shoot a promotional video today. He thought, the final exams are only two days away, and they are asking me to shoot a promotional video at this time. Are you kidding me?
He followed him out with a frown.

After leaving the classroom, Cao Sheng saw Lu Xiangwei walking towards the stairs without stopping. He couldn't help but ask, "Teacher! The final exam is coming soon. Isn't it inappropriate to shoot a promotional video today?"

Lu Xiangwei glanced at him, a little surprised, "Who said I asked you to shoot a promotional video today? No!"

"No? Then what do you want from me?"

Cao Sheng was puzzled.

(End of this chapter)