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

Chapter 321 Shooting yourself in the foot

Just as Jia Hua Art Examination Training Center was being besieged by other competitors, Zhang Wen, wearing a mask, came to the vicinity of Hua Ying Art Examination Training School and set up an advertising fan.

As one of the top five art exam training institutions in Beijing, Huaying has a large number of students and parents who come to study there. Zhang Wen stood not far from the main entrance and quickly sent out more than two hundred papers.

Many parents, after sending their children to Huaying, deliberately returned to inquire, showing great interest in Xingxiang Art Examination Training.

Zhang Wenzhi spoke frankly about this, and the art exam results of the previous year's students were his biggest asset and Xingxiang's biggest selling point.

It was this report card that touched the hearts of countless parents, and several even added each other on WeChat on the spot for future contact.

Zhang Wengang, along with the fifth parent, suddenly saw several people walking quickly in the distance, their faces showing anger.

His eyes narrowed, and the skill panel immediately appeared above these people's heads.

"Li Chunlei, Skills: Ethnic Dance 65 points, Performance 33 points..."

"Liu Fangyan, Skills: Vocal Performance 68 points, Acting 32 points..."

"Hu Kun, Skills: Acting 61 points, Dialogue 51 points..."

The three individuals possess exceptional artistic skills, and given their presence here, it's clear they are teachers at Huaying Art Examination Training School.

This place is not safe to stay in; we must leave quickly.

"Dear parents, I have a stomachache and need to use the restroom. If you have any further questions, please feel free to contact me via WeChat." After saying this, Zhang Wen strode off in the opposite direction from Huaying Art Examination Training Center.

"Hey, stop! Don't go!" a teacher shouted, quickening his pace and eventually running.

"..."

Zhang Wen didn't say anything, he just kept running forward, no matter how the people behind him shouted, he just wouldn't listen, he was so fast that he disappeared at the street corner in no time.

Don't go?

Are we just going to stay here and get caught?

Does he seem like such a fool?
Three teachers from Huaying Film Studio stopped in their tracks, their faces filled with anger.

One of the teachers looked at the advertising fan in the parent's hand and said through gritted teeth, "It's an advertisement for Xingxiang Art Examination. It must have been done by Jiahua again. These people are really despicable."

"They were caught yesterday, and they still came today. How shameless!"

“That person is probably hiding. I’ll wait here. You two go and look around. There might be other people from Huanya handing out ads.”

"it is good."

One person stayed behind, while the other two quickly left and began arresting people around the organization.

Instead of going back to hand out flyers, Zhang Wen drove away and went to the vicinity of another art exam training school. After parking his car, he started handing out flyers again.

This time it's Yiying Art Examination Training School.

"For top-notch acting training, look no further than Xingxiang near Beijing Film Academy. Celebrity instructors personally teach, helping you realize your dream of attending the pinnacle of the arts."

While shouting out his wares, Zhang Wen handed out advertisements and quickly gave away more than a hundred more.

Not long after, he spotted several people with exceptionally high artistic skills. This time, he left quickly before they even got close.

It seems that Zhou Maoquan's despicable behavior has spread throughout the entire art exam training circle. People have even sent teachers and security guards to patrol around the school in order to shatter Zhou Maoquan's dream.

But it's okay, there's always another one.

Keep sending!
Several teachers stood on the street looking around. They had just clearly seen someone handing out flyers, but how could he have disappeared in the blink of an eye?

Could it be a teleportation scroll?

One of the middle-aged teachers took out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

Soon, the call was connected.

“Principal, we’ve spotted Huanya’s people. That’s right, they were handing out Xingxiang Art Exam’s advertising fans. As soon as they saw us, they ran away like grease on the floor. They’re obviously guilty.”

“That bastard Zhou Maoquan even sent me a text message to apologize. What a hypocrite. You guys continue patrolling around the school. If you see anyone handing out flyers for art exam training, stop them immediately, understand?”

"Understood, Principal."

Zhang Wen then went to the third, fourth, and fifth stores...

Although it was discovered shortly after it was posted, in the end more than a thousand advertising fans were sent out, and dozens of parents were added on WeChat.

The next few days.

Zhang Wen first distributed flyers outside the high school gate, and then distributed flyers at various art exam training institutions. He quickly distributed 8 out of 10 boxes of advertising fans.

In order to let more people know, he ordered another 30,000, mainly focusing on snatching food from the tiger's mouth.

And he did indeed succeed in stealing the food.

In just one week, more than 100 parents have already registered, and many more are waiting to visit the teaching building before deciding whether to register.

Zhang Wen was filled with joy as he watched the balance in his account grow every day.

Making money is secondary; the main thing is to bring a lot of incense offerings to our ancestors.

The more prosperous the ancestor's incense offerings, the more prosperous his fortune will be.

This is called mutual support and fulfillment.

……

"Snapped!"

Zhou Maoquan slammed several sheets of A4 paper onto his desk, his anger almost distorting his facial expression.

The teaching director and marketing director standing opposite had their heads down, their eyes fixed on their toes, looking extremely cautious.

In the past week, the school has only added 13 new students, more than a hundred fewer than the same period last year.

With summer vacation just around the corner, this should be the peak season for art students to register for classes.

At this time last year, the two receptionists were too busy to handle the workload, so they had to arrange for several teachers to assist parents who came to inquire and register.

But this year, the receptionist is so bored that she can only watch videos on her phone to pass the time.

Meanwhile, more than 30 parents also processed their children's withdrawal from school.

In other words, the number of students at the school not only did not increase, but actually decreased significantly.

Anyone in charge of this school would be furious.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner that there were so few applicants?" Zhou Maoquan yelled at the two people in front of him.

Regardless, these two people are both members of the school's management. Shouldn't they have been reported to as soon as the anomaly was discovered?
“Principal, I thought you knew,” the marketing director said in a low voice.

"I have so much work to handle every day, why do you think I know?" Zhou Maoquan asked, glaring at him. If looks could kill, he would have torn the man to pieces. "People from other organizations block the school every day. Even if parents want to enroll their children at Jia Hua, they'll be poached by our competitors," the marketing director explained in a low voice, his eyes filled with grievance.

If it weren't for the principal's questionable actions, Jia Hua wouldn't have been targeted by so many competitors, and it wouldn't have had such dismal performance. Getting 13 students to enroll is already considered quite good.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Maoquan was speechless, but the thought of his colleagues handing out flyers outside the door made him furious.

It's been a week, and they still haven't evacuated their people. Aren't they trying to kill Jiahua?
Although he started this whole thing, his people only distributed flyers for one day.

"Principal, we can't continue like this. How about we ask the big boss to step in?" the academic director tentatively suggested.

It's been a week already. If the principal really had a solution, it wouldn't have dragged on until now.

In his view, the principal had long been at a loss and was just putting up a brave front.

"Yes, Principal, the boss has extensive connections. In the entertainment industry, who wouldn't give her some face? I'm sure the boss will have a way to resolve this," the marketing director chimed in.

He was out of options anyway.

Zhou Maoquan's face was gloomy. He had expected that the enrollment would be affected, but he did not expect the impact to be so great.

As for asking the boss for help, that's a last resort, something he'd only do when there's absolutely no other way. Right now, he wants to give it a try.

Thinking of this, he stood up abruptly, said "You can all go back," and then walked out of the office.

The teaching director and the marketing director exchanged a glance, neither of them said anything, and silently walked out.

As Zhou Maoquan walked out the door, the people sent by other training institutions to hand out flyers came and went, but none of them left.

If before it was just about disgusting Jia Hua, now it seems like they want to tear a piece of flesh off Jia Hua.

Zhou Maoquan suppressed his anger, walked past the people handing out flyers, got into his car, and slowly drove away from the school.

Twenty minutes later.

The car was parked outside the Huanya Art Examination Training School.

Zhou Maoquan got out of the car, glanced at the five-story building in front of him, and then went inside.

Since these colleagues wouldn't answer his calls, he had no choice but to visit them one by one to explain.

Zhou Maoquan approached the front desk and tapped on the table. "I am Zhou Maoquan, the principal of Jiahua Art Examination Training Center. I'm looking for your Principal Zhao."

The receptionist paused for a moment after hearing this, then gave a cold expression with a hint of disgust in her eyes.

In the past, she would have treated him politely, and if he left Huanya, he could apply to Jiahua.

However, now, Huanya has become a disgrace in the industry, and Principal Zhou Maoquan is despised by everyone. She feels ashamed to work in such a place and refuses to go even when invited.

"Do you have an appointment?" the receptionist asked casually.

"No," Zhou Maoquan replied truthfully.

"Our principal is busy today, you'd better come another day," the receptionist said, then lowered her head to do her work, appearing indifferent.

Zhou Maoquan immediately became anxious upon hearing this.

If they don't answer the phone and you can't find them when you go to their door, isn't this a never-ending problem?

“I know your Principal Zhao very well. Give her a call, and she will definitely see me,” Zhou Maoquan said.

"..." The receptionist said nothing and continued doing what she was doing.

When Zhou Maoquan saw that he was being ignored by a mere receptionist, his anger flared up instantly. He ignored the receptionist and headed straight for the elevator.

"Hey, where are you going? Who let you up there?" The receptionist saw this and immediately chased after him.

"..." Zhou Maoquan didn't say anything this time either, ignoring the front desk staff's obstruction, and pushed them aside to continue walking forward.

"Security! Security! Someone come quick!" the receptionist shouted as she tried to stop them.

Upon hearing the noise, the two security guards in the security room immediately rushed out. One of them even had a steel fork in his hand, and they cornered Zhou Maoquan against the wall, creating a chaotic scene.

Just then, the elevator doors slowly opened, and a middle-aged woman stepped out.

It is Zhao Shulian.

She was stunned when she saw what was happening outside the elevator. In the more than ten years since Huanya was established, this was the first time she had encountered such a situation.

"Zhao Shulian, it's me, Zhou Maoquan! I need to talk to you!" Zhou Maoquan suddenly shouted.

After seeing him clearly, Zhao Shulian merely glanced at him coldly, then said to the security guards, "Who told you to let him in? Throw him out right now!"

The two security guards were startled. They had been worried about injuring someone, but now, with the principal's instructions, they immediately intensified their efforts to block the area.

One person used a steel fork to tightly restrain the person, while another person tucked the target's arm behind his back and pushed him towards the door, making it look like they were escorting a prisoner.

“Zhao Shulian, I’m here to apologize to you. We’re all in the same industry and have known each other for so many years. Isn’t what you’re doing going too far?” Zhou Maoquan said with dissatisfaction.

"Apologize?" Zhao Shulian scoffed, then said coldly, "You didn't do anything, did you? What are you apologizing to me for?"

Zhou Maoquan recalled the accusatory phone call he received that night and felt a pang of embarrassment. He then explained, "Well, I was just confused at the time. I was so angry with Xingxiang that I lost my temper. I've reflected on it since then, and I shouldn't have done that."

"Reflect? A week has passed before you start reflecting? Isn't it a bit late for you to start reflecting?" Zhao Shulian asked with a sneer.

“It wasn’t even a week. Actually, I started reflecting on it that very night and withdrew the teacher who handed out the flyers. I kept calling you afterward, but you blocked me,” Zhou Maoquan said sincerely.

"Zhou Maoquan, keep making things up! Last night I even saw some of your Jia Hua's teachers handing out flyers around here. Although we didn't catch them, their sneaky behavior clearly identified them as people from Jia Hua. Humph!"

"Huh? That's impossible!"

Zhou Maoquan looked completely bewildered, then quickly shook his head in denial.

He canceled the plan that very night, so how could the other party have seen it last night?
"Zhou Maoquan, your acting is terrible. You say you were confused for a moment, but you've been doing all sorts of dirty tricks behind my back. You have the guts to do it, but not the guts to admit it. You're not a real man!" Zhao Shulian said sarcastically.

"What underhanded tactics? My men only distributed the flyers for one night; the rest really wasn't done by my men," Zhou Maoquan explained earnestly.

"Zhou Maoquan, your people have been advertising around Huanya for a week now, and Huanya teachers have also appeared around other training schools. Now you're telling me these things, do you think I'll still believe you?" Zhao Shulian was too lazy to pay attention to him, so she walked out of the school, got into her car, and drove away.

The two security guards kept Zhou Maoquan under control until their principal's car disappeared at the end of the road. Only then did they release Zhou Maoquan and stand on either side of the gate, like gatekeepers, their eyes full of vigilance.

Zhou Maoquan was still in a daze at this moment.

They've been running ads for a week?
Are there similar options around other schools?

Unjustly accused!

This time it really wasn't me.

……

(End of this chapter)