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

Chapter 317 is too violent.
The male teacher, accompanied by two security guards, jogged away from the school, seemingly afraid that the people handing out flyers would escape.

Worried that her colleague might be taken advantage of, the receptionist quickly called her supervisor, Liu Fucheng, and briefly explained the situation.

Upon hearing that competitors were even shoving flyers at people's doorsteps, supervisor Liu Fucheng immediately gathered the teachers in the office who were not teaching and chased after them in the direction the receptionist was pointing.

Zhang Wen mingled among these teachers, pretending to be a parent watching the drama unfold, and occasionally playing the role of an enthusiastic bystander, giving directions to the teachers from Huanya, as if afraid that they would get lost.

Soon, at an intersection, they finally saw the male teacher and security guard who had left earlier.

The three men surrounded the man handing out advertising fans, seemingly arguing heatedly, which drew the attention of passersby.

Seeing that his side had the numerical advantage, Liu Fucheng breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he slowed down and stopped a short distance away to observe the situation, so as not to be accused of bullying the weaker side with the larger numbers of his team.

"What are you talking about? You're not leaving today unless you explain yourself clearly," the male teacher said loudly.

"I don't know what you're talking about." The man handing out flyers tried to leave in a panic, but was blocked by two security guards from Huanya.

"You guys at Xingxiang are really cowards, daring to say it but not admitting it. Don't think we don't know what you said just because we're not here. You have to apologize today, or don't blame us for being impolite," the male teacher said coldly.

"Okay, I apologize. I'm sorry. Can I leave now?" the man handing out flyers asked nonchalantly.

"What kind of attitude is this? You have no sincerity at all!" the male teacher said irritably.

"Okay." The man handing out flyers stood up straight, then bowed deeply and said in a serious tone, "On behalf of Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center, I apologize to you. I'm sorry."

"?"

The male teacher's expression froze. He hadn't expected the other party to actually apologize again. It was like a cowardly mother opening the door for her cowardly child—utterly cowardly.

"Can I leave now?" the man handing out flyers asked.

"you……"

Seeing that the male teacher was about to back down, Zhang Wen immediately stood behind the supervisor and whispered, "What's the use of apologizing here? The parents who misunderstood before can't hear us."

After saying that, he subtly threw a mid-level negative personality derivative at his supervisor.

The derivative landed directly on the supervisor's liver, instantly turning from transparent to red, transforming into a berserk monster.

"No way!" Liu Fucheng walked over and looked sternly at the man handing out flyers, saying, "You slandered our Huanya Art Examination Training School in front of so many people. You must clarify to passersby here that you were talking nonsense, and apologize here for three days to salvage Huanya's reputation."

Upon hearing this, the male teacher immediately chimed in, "That's right. You just slandered Huanya in front of so many people, so naturally you have to come here to salvage our reputation."

"what?"

The man handing out flyers immediately frowned.

He can easily apologize to the people at Huanya, but he absolutely cannot accept apologizing here for three days.

On the one hand, it would be too embarrassing, no different from a public execution; on the other hand, with the media so developed now, once someone takes a picture and posts it online, he would become famous, and most importantly, his true identity might be exposed.

Seeing that Jia Hua's people were hesitating, Zhang Wen threw a mid-level negative personality derivative at them without saying a word.

Thus, another enraged monster was born, and the man's expression changed from hesitation to anger.

"Impossible!" the man said angrily, his eyes wide. "I never said anything like that, why should I apologize? Don't think you're so great just because you outnumber me, I'm not afraid."

"Bullshit! It's clearly your Xingxiang people who are trying to smear Huanya. Our students' parents heard it all clearly," the male teacher retorted.

"There are several other people around here handing out these fans. How can you be sure it's me?" the man retorted.

"Even if you didn't say it, your colleague did. You're all in cahoots!" Liu Fucheng said coldly.

"You're the raccoon, your whole family are raccoons!" the man cursed.

Enraged, Liu Fucheng raised his hand and slapped the man hard across the face.

"Snapped!"

The man turned his head to the side after being hit, and half of his face turned red.

Passersby stared in surprise, and even the teachers at Huanya were startled, not expecting their supervisor to suddenly take action.

The middle-aged woman watching the commotion kept winking at the person who was being beaten, as if to say: Lie down on the ground, hurry up and lie down on the ground.

However, the man didn't appreciate the old lady's kindness. He kicked the manager of Huanya in front of him, cursing, "Go to hell!"

Then he unleashed a barrage of wild punches on her head.

When the teachers of Huanya Art Examination saw their supervisor being beaten, they immediately swarmed over. Some stood in front of the supervisor to protect him, while others grappled with the assailant.

"Beat him!" Liu Fucheng shouted fiercely at the other teachers, clutching his lower abdomen, feeling as if his bladder was about to burst.

"Stop hitting! Stop hitting!" Some elderly men and women pleaded, while some young people walked around the area, afraid of getting splattered with blood.

Zhang Wen stood in the crowd, throwing intermediate negative personality derivatives at Huanya's teachers as if they were free.

One, two, three...

Soon, everyone had a berserk monster attached to them.

This is what you call dogs fighting!

Then, he transformed into a concerned citizen and thoughtfully dialed 110.

Because of the vast difference in numbers, the man handing out flyers was quickly knocked to the ground, his entire body curled up into a ball.

Nevertheless, his mouth did not stop; he continued to curse, spewing profanities and insulting all of Huanya's female relatives.

"You son of a bitch, all you do is gang up on the weak. If you're so capable, have a one-on-one fight!"

"Damn it, if you've got the guts, kill me! If you can't kill me, I'll kill you all!"

"..."

Upon hearing these foul words, the teachers at Huanya's school turned red in the eyes and kicked and stomped harder at the person lying on the ground.

Liu Fucheng had recovered by this time, and squeezed into the crowd to join in kicking people, shouting, "You bastard, you dare to kick me? I'll kick you to death!"

At that moment, three police cars stopped on the side of the road, and as the doors opened, six or seven police officers rushed out.

"What are you doing? Stop it, all of you! Police!"

The teachers at Huanya immediately stopped, but after hearing this, Liu Fucheng kicked the ball twice more before putting it down. He then looked at the approaching police officer and said, "Officer, he's defaming our Huanya Art Exam Training School in public. Arrest him immediately."

The onlookers were speechless for a moment.

This person started the fight, and this person also bullied the weak with numbers. Isn't this the villain accusing the enemy first?
"Stop arguing, all of you come with us to the police station!" the middle-aged policeman in the lead shouted.

Other police officers quickly restrained the assailant and pushed him into the police car. Fortunately, a concerned citizen mentioned when reporting the incident that there were many assailants and that more people and vehicles needed to be brought, otherwise there wouldn't be enough room.

“Police, you’ve arrested the wrong person. He started it,” Liu Fucheng said, pointing to the person lying on the ground.

“You started it, we all saw it,” said a righteous older woman.

"Yes, you even ordered others to beat him up. So many of you beating up one person, have you no shame?" an old man chimed in. Several onlookers who had been watching for a long time also chimed in, sharing what they had seen.

"what?"

Liu Fucheng paused, carefully recalling what had happened before, and it seemed that it did indeed start from his big cunt.

However, he didn't think he was wrong, so he shouted at the people around him, "What do you know? This person was the one who first smeared our school and didn't even apologize to us. It's all his fault."

"Even if it's his fault, you can't hit him!" the middle-aged policeman said coldly.

"Police, I have a headache, my back hurts, my butt hurts, my whole body hurts! I need to go to the hospital, I need a checkup, I need a medical examination!" the beaten man shouted, lying motionless on the ground.

Of course, except for the mouth.

The middle-aged policeman glanced at the man; his face was bruised and swollen, clearly indicating he had been beaten quite a bit, but he could still shout and yell, so he must be alright.

The middle-aged policeman gave a wink to the younger policeman next to him, and the younger policeman immediately took out his phone and dialed 120.

Soon, the ambulance arrived, and the paramedics lifted the person into the vehicle and drove off quickly. The police also got into their patrol car and took everyone back to the police station.

Zhang Wen watched the police car drive away, a smile appearing on his face.

Instead of going home, he rushed back to Huanya Art Examination Training School. After pushing open the door, he shouted at the front desk, "It's terrible! It's terrible! Manager Liu and other teachers have been taken away by the police for assaulting someone!"

"what?"

Upon hearing this, the receptionist's expression changed. She had thought that with the supervisor gone and this pillar of support in place, she would be safe. But now, the police had rounded them all up.

"You, what you're saying is all true?" the receptionist asked in a trembling voice.

"Of course it's true. Many people saw it. The person who was beaten has already been taken away by ambulance. His condition is very serious," Zhang Wen said with a serious expression.

The receptionist realized the matter had escalated, so she quickly called the principal. Since the supervisor was in trouble, the only option was for the principal to handle the situation personally.

Zhang Wen arrived at the parents' waiting area and vividly recounted what he had seen, especially the process of Huanya's supervisor leading the teachers to beat someone.

He even took out his phone and played the video he had recorded in front of everyone.

Parents watching the violent scenes in the video frowned deeply; no one expected that these art teachers would use such foul language and be so violent.

People couldn't help but worry about their children. Would these teachers beat and scold their children?

No, I must ask my child carefully after class tonight whether he has been scolded or hit by the teacher.

Too violent!

hospital.

The young police officer accompanied the victim for a full-body checkup. Although the victim kept crying out "ouch, ouch" throughout the process, the final checkup results showed that he only had minor injuries.

For example: loose teeth, soft tissue injury.

"Alright, the check is all done, nothing serious," the young policeman said.

"What do you mean it's nothing serious? My whole body aches right now," Zheng Gaoyuan said, his face contorted in pain.

"Tell me about tonight's events. What caused your fight?" the young policeman asked, pulling out a notebook to write it down.

"I don't know. I was handing out flyers on the street when they suddenly rushed over and said I was slandering their school. Then the leader hit me in the butt and ordered the others to beat me up... Ouch, it hurts so much!" Zheng Gaoyuan started yelling again at the end.

"What leaflets?" the young policeman continued to ask.

“Uh… a flyer for Xingxiang Art Exam Training School,” Zheng Gaoyuan replied, though his voice was a few decibels lower than before.

"Are you a teacher at Xingxiang Art Examination Training Academy?" the young policeman asked.

"Yes, yes." Zheng Gaoyuan looked around, avoiding eye contact with the police.

“Call your school administrator and have him come and take you back,” the young policeman said.

"Huh?" Zheng Gaoyuan was shocked, even forgetting to cry out in pain, and stammered, "No, is it necessary? I can walk by myself, there's no need to trouble our principal."

If the principal comes, won't the truth be exposed?

"It's fine if you don't want to trouble your principal, you can call your family instead."

"..."

Zheng Gaoyuan was speechless.

He's not from Beijing; his hometown is Huicheng, which is 800 or 900 kilometers away. Does he expect his parents to take the high-speed rail to Beijing to pick him up?

"Um, is it okay if we're friends?" Zheng Gaoyuan asked.

“That works too.” The young policeman nodded.

Zheng Gaoyuan breathed a heavy sigh of relief, then reached for his phone.

Huh?
Where's my bag?
Where did my bag go?

The flyers, mobile phone, ID card, and work permit were all in the bag.

"Officer, have you seen my bag?" Zheng Gaoyuan asked in a low voice.

Just as the young policeman was about to speak, his cell phone rang in his pocket.

"Ring ring ring!"

He glanced at his phone screen; it was a call from the deputy director, so he answered immediately.

"Chief Li, the injured person is in the hospital. The examination is over. It's all minor injuries, nothing serious. I'm ready to let him leave the hospital... Keep him at the police station? Okay, I'll take some people back to get him right away."

The young policeman put down his phone, looked at the injured person in front of him, and said, "Your bag has been found and taken to the police station. Can you move now? If you can, come back with me to get it, or we can keep it for you until you've recovered and can move freely again, then you can come to our police station to pick it up."

Zheng Gaoyuan remembered that his phone and ID were in his bag, so he struggled to his feet while holding onto the wall. "Officer, I'll go to the police station with you."

He had only one thought: to get his phone quickly, call Principal Zhou, find him a lawyer, and extort a hefty sum from him.

No, this shouldn't be called extortion; it should be called compensation.

He took dozens of kicks, were they all for nothing?
So many people were kicking him, were they treating him like a football?

This time, I absolutely will not sign the letter of understanding unless it costs at least 100,000 or 200,000.

The young policeman nodded, said nothing more, and turned to walk out of the hospital.

In fact, he had seen far too many people who pretended to be seriously injured, just to get more compensation. But that's only human nature. After being beaten up, you can't just say sorry and let it go, can you?

So he didn't expose the other party. He waited until they got to the police station, then had both parties sit down and have a good talk. If they could reach a settlement, they could; if they could settle it privately, they could.

……

(End of this chapter)