How can you ascend to heaven when you are a star?

Chapter 310 Recruiting troops
Zhang Wen walked out the door under the resentful gazes of his colleagues, but he did not leave there. Instead, he stood outside the door handing out advertising fans to the parents of students coming in and out, directly confronting Jia Hua Art Examination Center.

Before coming here, he was a little unsure of himself. After all, Jia Hua was a long-established art exam training center in Beijing, and its scale was among the best in the industry. His students' art exam results must be excellent.

However, after seeing the art exam results of the students here, his thoughts changed drastically. It turned out that he had overestimated these art exam training centers, and that the results of these large art exam training centers were nothing special.

He is now full of confidence.

Not to mention that he's not just putting up ads outside the gates of Jia Hua Art Exam Center, he also plans to put up ads outside other large art exam training centers like Huan Ya and Yi Ying in a few days.

This is called locking onto the target and striking precisely.

Standing in the hall, Zhou Maoquan was both angry and helpless. He couldn't very well hire some thugs to teach that person outside a lesson, could he?
Even a fool would be able to guess that he ordered someone to do it, let alone the parents of the students around him.

As Zhou Maoquan watched the students' parents walk into his office carrying fans from Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center, he felt a deep sense of frustration.

Having worked in the art exam training industry for over a decade, I've encountered countless competitors, but I've never seen anyone bully people like this.

Young people these days really have no sense of martial ethics!

"Buzz!"

Zhang Wen's phone, which was in his pocket, suddenly vibrated.

He took it out and looked at the screen. SIM 2 was receiving a call from an unknown number.

Card 2 is a new SIM card he got a few days ago, and it's the same phone number printed on the advertising fan, used to distinguish it from other cards.

"Hello, this is Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center," Zhang Wen said after answering the phone, his Mandarin just as good as a professional customer service representative.

"Hello, I received a promotional advertisement from Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center at the school gate today. My child and I happened to be passing by, so we thought we'd go in and take a look. Don't you have classes tonight? Why is the door locked? Or did I come to the wrong place?" A female parent's puzzled voice came through the phone.

Zhang Wen was slightly taken aback. Parents had already come to inspect the place so quickly?
You're too impatient!
It takes at least twenty minutes to drive from here to the training center. Will the parents wait? Definitely not.

Moreover, he hasn't cleaned the classroom in a long time. If parents and students were to go in now, they would only see a thick layer of dust.

In such a terrible environment, which parent would enroll their child?

A classroom may be simple, but a poem like "Ode to a Humble Abode" can suffice to describe it. However, if it is dirty, no poem will help.

"Excuse me, parent, is this place where there's a bathhouse on the left and a pharmacy on the right?" Zhang Wen asked, first confirming that the other person had found the right location.

"Yes," the female parent replied affirmatively.

"Then that's it. Our Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center's new course will officially begin in late July. We are currently upgrading our internal facilities, so the registration area is temporarily located there. There's no one there at night," Zhang Wen offered what he considered a reasonable explanation.

He didn't think he was lying, because he was indeed planning to find a larger and better teaching location for the training center, but he hadn't found one yet.

"Oh, then I'll come again tomorrow during the day," the woman of the house said after hearing this.

Zhang Wen frowned. He had to go to the film set the next day and wouldn't have time to entertain parents at the training center.

As expected, a commander without troops is not enough; we must quickly recruit more soldiers.

“Okay, we open at nine in the morning. You are welcome to come and inquire,” Zhang Wen said after thinking for a moment.

It looks like I'll have to ask Director Han for leave tomorrow.

After finishing the call, Zhang Wen didn't stay to hand out advertisements. Instead, he immediately returned to his car and drove back to the training center.

He needed to do a thorough cleaning to prepare for the parents who came for consultations.

Zhou Maoquan watched his colleagues drive away through the glass door and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

This great deity has finally left. Amitabha, please don't ever come back again.

As Zhang Wen hurried back, he called the housekeeping company where he had previously worked part-time to hire a few cleaners to clean the training center.

Although it's called a 'temporary registration area,' basic hygiene must still be maintained to ensure that parents won't be choked by dust when they go in.

Not long after Zhang Wen returned to the training center, the housekeeping company arrived and, under his arrangement, quickly began the cleaning work.

Zhang Wen stayed inside for a while before going outside. He checked the time on his phone; it was just 8 p.m., still early.

He thought for a moment, found the phone number of his vocal coach, Sun Chengcheng, and dialed it.

Soon, the call was connected.

"Teacher Sun, this is Zhang Wen. I hope I haven't disturbed your rest?" Zhang Wen asked, but judging from the noise coming through the receiver, the other party seemed to be outside.

“No, I’m out with my friends. Does Teacher Zhang have any work to arrange?” Sun Chengcheng said as she walked out of the private room.

Having known Teacher Zhang for so long, this was the first time she had received a call from him outside of work hours, so she was very curious. Could it be that he was working overtime?

"Teacher Sun, are you interested in earning some extra money?" Zhang Wen asked.

"what?"

Sun Chengcheng was stunned for a moment, wondering if she had misheard.

Earning extra money?
The other party was her boss. What kind of boss would lead his employees out to earn extra money?
"Teacher Zhang, what kind of extra income are you talking about?" Sun Chengcheng asked suspiciously, intending to listen first. As someone who lived paycheck to paycheck, she naturally wanted to earn more money, but as a vocal music teacher, she didn't have many opportunities to earn extra income.

She used to sing at a bar, but the manager asked her to dress more revealingly when she sang, and she hasn't been there since.

As for other jobs, like being a designated driver, she doesn't want to do them.

As a vocal teacher, she still hopes to make money using her expertise. To be more precise, she is too proud to do so, and she is not at her wit's end.

"Teacher Sun, you've probably heard of me. I run an arts exam training center, and we're currently hiring teachers. Would you be interested in becoming my vocal coach?" Zhang Wen stated the purpose of the call.

He now relies on his students to accumulate offerings for the ancestors, and this is a long-term commitment. Therefore, he can no longer rely on the ten-day intensive training program. He must teach his students something real in order to attract more students to come here.

"Huh? Really? Will it interfere with my work at the company?" Sun Chengcheng asked in surprise.

Working as a vocal coach at a training institution was a perfect part-time job for her. The most important thing was that the principal of the training institution was also her boss at her company, so she didn't have to worry about interpersonal relationships or other issues.

"It won't interfere with work. On weekdays, all classes are scheduled in the evenings, after get off work. Only weekend classes are during the day," Zhang Wen explained.

"If that's the case, I have no problem with it," Sun Chengcheng readily agreed.

"Aren't you going to ask about the compensation?" Zhang Wen asked with a smile.

“Hehe, I know Teacher Zhang won’t treat me unfairly,” Sun Chengcheng replied.

“500 yuan per class, 90 minutes long, classes every day. I can guarantee you that you can earn at least 10,000 yuan a month. How about it?” Zhang Wen quoted the class fee directly.

“Okay.” Sun Chengcheng’s eyes lit up after hearing this.

Where else can you find such a good deal: earning 10,000 yuan a month in your spare time?
Ten thousand a month, that's twelve hundred thousand a year. I'd be laughing in my sleep.

I'll never have to live paycheck to paycheck again.

"Then it's settled. I'll contact you again later." Zhang Wen was very satisfied with the result.

"Thank you, boss." Sun Chengcheng even changed her form of address.

In her opinion, Teacher Zhang was practically giving her money.

Don't even mention calling me boss, I'd call you godfather too.

"Ha ha!"

Zhang Wen laughed when he heard that.

He used to work alone, a lone commander, but now he has a team and has finally become a boss in name and in fact.

After finishing his call with Sun Chengcheng, Zhang Wen started looking for other people in his contacts.

Now that we have vocal teachers, the next step should be dance teachers and acting teachers.

In the training department, his most trusted dance teachers were Xu Guanchao and Li Yuetong. Such a good opportunity to make money should naturally be reserved for the people he trusted most.

He called Xu Guanchao and Li Yuetong one after the other, and unsurprisingly, they both agreed.

Xu Guanchao recently started dating a new girlfriend. Although they haven't reached the point of discussing marriage yet, it has made him consider buying a house.

In fact, he usually earns extra money through performances, but it is very limited and unstable. Now that he has a long-term part-time job, he naturally doesn't want to miss it.

He even hoped to take more classes so he could earn more money.

Li Yuetong's situation is similar to Xu Guanchao's; she also has a housing problem.

She took out a loan to buy a house a few years ago, and the repayment pressure was huge. Now she has an extra 10,000 yuan in income every month, and she no longer has to worry about repayment.

As for the acting teacher, Zhang Wen considered it for a long time and finally chose He Yang, the current head of the acting class in the training department.

Although the other party had sided with Gu Chunyan, their teaching ability was indeed undeniable.

Moreover, as a man in his forties, he is at an age where he has elderly parents to care for and young children to raise. He not only faces threats from younger people at work, but also pressure from his family in his life.

The part-time job offered by Zhang Wen was undoubtedly a godsend for He Yang, like a ray of light in the darkness. If it weren't for the gender issue, he would have gladly offered himself to her.

Having won over these four teachers, Zhang Wen stopped making phone calls.

In fact, as the head of teaching at Tianxi Media's training department, he didn't need to worry about the teachers. All of the dozen or so teachers listened to him, and if any skill was missing in the future, a single phone call would suffice.

After all, nobody turns down money.

On the contrary, the front desk position is a bit tricky.

He urgently needs a receptionist to handle the inquiries and registrations from parents.

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(End of this chapter)