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

Chapter 502 Principal Zhang is a ruthless person!
The next morning.

Jiahua Art Examination Training Center.

Zhou Maoquan looked at the latest brochure delivered by the publicity department and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

The brochure added Han Wanling and Zhou Min, and the introductions of the two below were also very eye-catching.

"A renowned art exam instructor for performing arts majors, and a star performance coach at Tianxi Media."

"We have trained over 400 students, many of whom have passed the final exams for performance majors at prestigious universities such as Peking Opera, Beijing Film Academy, and Shanghai Opera. We have extensive experience in guiding students through performance entrance exams..."

"I have been invited to provide acting instruction to many well-known actors, and my teaching has been highly praised by them..."

The descriptions about providing guidance to actors were added at his insistence, and whether they're true or not... well, nobody will bother to investigate.

Even if there's an investigation, we're not afraid. After all, the general manager of Tianxi Media is Jia Hua's boss. Who would dare to gossip?
"Get more people out there to distribute these," Zhou Maoquan said to the people in front of him. "Find a few clever ones to distribute them around Xingxiang. If anyone brings up Xingxiang's art exam results this year, just say that we've poached all of Xingxiang's teachers, understand?"

"Understood." The publicity staff member nodded, then turned and walked out of the principal's office.

Zhou Maoquan looked at the brochure with a smug expression. "You surnamed Zhang, you stole my students last year, this year I'll let you taste what it's like to be stolen."

The thought of all the parents who had enrolled their children at Xingxiang now enrolling at Jiahua made him feel exceptionally happy.

It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

After enduring humiliation for a whole year, today is finally his turn to finally stand up for himself.

Cool!
"Dang Dang Dang!"

Just as Zhou Maoquan was thinking about when to go to Xingxiang to mock Principal Zhang in person, there was a sudden knock on the door.

He immediately stopped smiling, sat up straight, and said loudly, "Come in."

"Crack!"

The door opened, and Chen Xiwen walked in from outside, holding a folded A4 sheet of paper in her hand. This scene seemed familiar to Zhou Maoquan.

This scene seems to have happened just yesterday.

"Principal, I'm here to resign." Chen Xiwen placed the resignation letter on the desk.

Zhou Maoquan was slightly taken aback. Yesterday, the receptionist left, and today even the teacher wants to leave?
He unfolded his resignation letter and read it. The gist of it was that the world was so big, and he wanted to go see it, enrich his experience, enhance his understanding, and accumulate more knowledge.

"Teacher Chen, you've been at Jiahua for four or five years now, and you've been doing a great job. Is there anything you're dissatisfied with about the school?" Zhou Maoquan asked, puzzled.

“Principal, I have no complaints about Jiahua.” Chen Xiwen immediately shook his head, then said with a wry smile, “In the past two years, none of the students I have taught have achieved good results in the art exams. I feel that I may not be suitable to be an art exam teacher, so I want to go out and travel, change my environment, adjust myself, and re-plan my life.”

To resign smoothly, one naturally cannot tell the truth.

Besides, when an employee resigns, is there even a need to ask why? It's obviously because they weren't paid enough.

As long as the money is right, we can weld it right here without any problem.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Maoquan couldn't help but think to himself: What a responsible teacher he is.

Other teachers come to work to earn money, but Teacher Chen keeps the students' grades in mind, and even feels guilty when the students' grades are not good.

Such responsible teachers are becoming increasingly rare.

“Alright, since you’ve already made up your mind, I won’t stop you. Go to HR and hand over your work,” Zhou Maoquan said, without trying to persuade him to stay.

As a teacher, it's useless to be responsible if students don't perform well, since a teacher's primary task is to teach students well.

Moreover, now that the performance class has two "aces" like Han Wanling and Zhou Min, losing one less important teacher is not a big deal. On the contrary, it can reduce personnel costs and lighten the burden on the school.

Chen Xiwen took the signed report, breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and left quickly, afraid that the principal would change his mind.

Zhou Maoquan picked up the transcript on the table and began to consider Jia Hua's key recruitment areas for this year.

Having previously reviewed Xingxiang's performance class results, I felt that the focus of recruitment should be placed on other classes. However, now that Han Wanling and Zhou Min have been recruited from Xingxiang, the focus of recruitment can return to the performance training class.

I wonder how Xingxiang's music and dance classes fared this year. Why hasn't Director Zhu investigated this yet? Is their work efficiency really that bad? It seems like it's time to give them a good talking-to.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

There was another knock on the door.

"Come in," Zhou Maoquan said without looking up.

"Crack!"

The door opened, and Du Zhengyang walked up to the principal, placing a piece of paper on the table. "Principal, I'm here to resign."

Zhou Maoquan was startled and looked up at the person who spoke; it was the acting class teacher again.

what's the situation?
Was it pre-arranged?
"Teacher Du, your teaching reputation has always been good, why are you suddenly leaving?" Zhou Maoquan asked as he picked up the resignation letter and began to read it.

“There’s a better opportunity for development, and I’d like to give it a try,” Du Zhengyang said.

His hourly rate at Jia Hua was less than 400 yuan, while Xing Xiang offered him 700 yuan plus five insurances, which was too tempting for him. Even his wife wholeheartedly agreed to the job change.

"Oh? What opportunity? Are other art exam preparation institutions trying to recruit you?" Zhou Maoquan asked curiously.

"No, I just saw that other art exam preparation institutions were hiring yesterday, so I thought I'd give it a try," Du Zhengyang explained casually, without mentioning his contact with Xingxiang.

Zhou Maoquan raised an eyebrow slightly.

yesterday?

Could it be that he felt neglected and uncomfortable after seeing him poach two teachers from Xingxiang yesterday, which is why he wanted to resign?
Well, that must be the case.

He stared at Du Zhengyang for a few seconds, and seeing that the other party was resolute, he stopped asking questions and readily signed the document.

Two came, two left, and the number of acting teachers remained exactly the same.

As Du Zhengyang left, Zhou Maoquan's face revealed a cold smile.

Come on, come on! Once Han Wanling and Zhou Min improve the art exam scores for the performance training class, more and more students will enroll at Jia Hua. You'll regret it then. *Ding ding ding!*

A few minutes later, there was another knock on the door.

Zhou Maoquan, who had just calmed down, suddenly exploded. He stood up abruptly, strode to the door, yanked it open, and saw that the person standing outside was the acting class teacher again. He asked with a gloomy face, "Teacher He, you're not here to resign as well, are you?"

"Huh? Principal, how did you know?" He Wenshu asked in surprise.

In fact, she knew perfectly well that Chen Xiwen and Du Zhengyang had left the office one after the other, and without asking, they must have come to resign.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Maoquan's lips twitched, and he asked irritably, "Did you all plan this together to resign? Tell me quickly, who else is here? Call them all over."

"Principal, what do you mean by collective resignation? Besides me, are there other people who have resigned?" He Wenshu pretended to be surprised.

Zhou Maoquan's mind went blank, and he thought: Could it be that I'm overthinking things?
But isn't it too much of a coincidence that three teachers resigned at the same time?

"Tell me, what's your reason?" Zhou Maoquan asked patiently.

“Principal, last year there were fewer students in the performance class, so the salary was reduced by a third. Now two more top teachers have joined us, and this year there will be even fewer students in my class. So I want to leave and find a job with a higher salary,” He Wenshu explained.

Zhou Maoquan was stunned. Teacher He's explanation was the most detailed, reasonable, and sincere among the three, which made him unable to get angry even if he wanted to.

In the past, he would definitely have tried to persuade them to stay, but now that the acting class has two top-notch teachers, most students will choose these two teachers. Therefore, reducing the number of other teachers will not have any impact on teaching or the school.

"Alright, I've approved it. Hurry up and hand over the work." Zhou Maoquan waved his hand impatiently; he had no intention of offering a raise to retain him.

He Wenshu completed the handover of her work, then picked up her bag and walked out of Jiahua's gate.

Not far away, Chen Xiwen and Du Zhengyang stood at the subway entrance. He Wenshu walked over, they smiled at each other, and walked into the subway together.

Half an hour later, the three appeared at Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center.

"Three teachers, from this moment on, you are part of Xingxiang." Zhang Wen looked at the three teachers who had signed the contract and said with a smile, "Congratulations on joining Xingxiang. This will be the best decision you have ever made, and your names will resound throughout the entire art exam industry."

Chen Xiwen, Du Zhengyang, and He Wenshu were greatly encouraged and very happy after hearing this. Bosses who can provide both high salaries and emotional value are extremely rare and hard to find.

The three of them were initially a little apprehensive, but now they felt they had made the right decision.

"Thank you, Principal Zhang. We will definitely teach well and live up to your trust," Chen Xiwen said confidently, her eyes filled with hope for the future.

"Hmm." Zhang Wen nodded, glancing at the calendar on the table, and said to the three teachers, "Today is Saturday. Go back and prepare. Starting next Monday, parents will gradually bring their children for trial lessons. Just teach normally using the same methods you used at Jia Hua. I have faith in your abilities."

The three were deeply moved after hearing this.

Here, they felt respected and trusted, unlike before at Jia Hua, where the director and principal always made them try to please parents and students, without caring about how well they taught.

As Chen Xiwen walked out of the Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center, the afternoon sun was shining brightly. Just as she was about to say goodbye to Du Zhengyang and He Wenshu beside her, her cell phone suddenly rang.

She took it out and looked at the screen, which read "Wang Xiyue".

"It's Wang Xiyue, probably asking about resigning," Chen Xiwen said to the other two, then pressed the answer button, "Hello, Sister Xiyue, what's up?"

Wang Xiyue's urgent voice immediately came from the other end of the phone: "Xiwen, don't play dumb with me. I'm asking you, did you and Teacher Du and Teacher He resign from Jiahua and switch to Xingxiang?"

Chen Xiwen paused for a moment, then glanced instinctively at Du Zhengyang and He Wenshu, who had already left, and asked in a low voice, "How did you know? Who told you?"

She initially wanted to play dumb, but then she thought that although everyone worked at different training institutions, they were all in the same circle and would find out sooner or later, so she decided not to hide it.

"How would I know? To tell you the truth, Principal Zhang of Xingxiang also contacted me yesterday."

Wang Xiyue's voice was tinged with hesitation as she continued, "He sent me a WeChat message, inviting me to Xingxiang. The hourly rate was 700 yuan, plus five social insurances. I was a little unsure, so I didn't agree immediately. I just said I would think about it. But when I got to the school just now, I heard that all three of you had resigned. I guessed that you also received Principal Zhang's invitation, right?"

Chen Xiwen was surprised that Sister Xiyue had also received Principal Zhang's invitation. Recalling that after Principal Zhang went to Jiahua yesterday, he added all the teachers in the office on WeChat, she now had reason to suspect that Principal Zhang had definitely invited everyone.

Last year they were scrambling to recruit students from Jia Hua, and this year they're scrambling to recruit Jia Hua's teachers. Principal Zhang is truly ruthless!
"Yes, you're right, we just signed the contract," Wang Xiyue said, thankful that she hadn't hidden it earlier, otherwise she would have been exposed on the spot.
"Tell me quickly, what are the benefits like at Xingxiang?" Wang Xiyue asked impatiently.

Although they were talking on the phone, Chen Xiwen could hear the excitement in Xiyue's voice, so she smiled and said, "I feel the pay is much better than at Jiahua. Xingxiang has part-time and full-time positions. Teacher Du and Teacher He and I have signed full-time contracts. The hourly rate is 700 yuan, and there are a minimum of 60 classes per month. That works out to 42,000 yuan a month, plus five insurances..."

Wang Xiyue gasped in shock. Forty-two thousand a month? That's five hundred thousand a year! She had worked at Jiahua for five or six years, and the highest she had ever earned was only two hundred and one thousand. The difference was just too big!
"Sister Xiyue, I think you should leave Jiahua and see for yourself. Don't be fooled by Jiahua's reputation as one of the 'Top Five Training Institutions.' Big names only benefit the bosses, not us workers. Only the money in our pockets is truly ours, right?"

"Xiwen, is Xingxiang still short of people?" Wang Xiyue asked, having already made her decision.

If the difference is only tens of thousands, she might consider it for a while, but if it's 300,000, what's the point of considering it?

"I don't know," Chen Xiwen said. "But since Principal Zhang invited you, he must hope you will join. You can contact Principal Zhang. After these two days of getting to know him, I think Principal Zhang is a very good person."

“Okay, I’ll call Principal Zhang right now.” Wang Xiyue said and then hung up the phone.

At the same time, Du Zhengyang and He Wenshu also received phone calls from their former colleagues, and the content was exactly the same.

The two are now employees of Xingxiang, so naturally they wouldn't speak ill of Xingxiang. In fact, there's no need to say much; just mention the benefits, and they believe that no one who is an employee of Jiahua would be unmoved. They estimate that only a few long-term employees who have worked at Jiahua for more than eight years would be reluctant to leave.

Those acting teachers who were still considering changing jobs, upon receiving feedback from their former colleagues, immediately stopped hesitating and began writing their resignation letters.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

The familiar knocking sounded again, causing Zhou Maoquan, who was listening to his subordinates report on the investigation results, to frown and feel a bad premonition.

Is it...

"Come in!"

"Principal, I'm here to resign!"

What the hell!

"Director Zhu, investigate this matter! Find out why these people resigned en masse!"

"Yes, principal."

……

(End of this chapter)