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Those children, living in luxury, cried until their eyes were red and swollen.

Tears mixed with snot were wiped on the custom-made sleeves, and her usual pampered demeanor vanished completely.

The multimedia classroom was immediately filled with shrill wails, so loud that it hurt the eardrums.

The live stream on the screen froze on this moment, adding a touch of absurdity.

The man surnamed Ma collapsed onto the cement floor, his fingernails digging into the stack of test papers with their glaring red ink. His cheeks twitched uncontrollably, burning with pain.

The dignity and pride they had accumulated in the past were crushed into dust and shattered beyond repair in front of those muddy country children.

He originally intended to use this opportunity to humiliate the other party, but in the end, he became the laughing stock.

This embarrassing scene was being displayed without any attempt to conceal it to hundreds of parents.

It’s over.

Only those two words echoed repeatedly in his mind.

He could almost foresee the miserable state he would be in upon returning to the provincial capital. His once-admired reputation as a renowned teacher would completely vanish, leaving him as the subject of ridicule among his peers.

Fortunately, he was someone who had been through the mill in the marketplace, and deep down he knew best how to seek profit and avoid harm, and how to change course with the wind.

As the tide of panic receded slightly, that calculating mind began to stir.

He realized a crucial joint.

This remote village primary school definitely has some unknown secrets.

It's amazing that a group of mud-covered kids could master several languages ​​and easily solve advanced math problems in a short period of time.

This is something that ordinary teaching methods cannot achieve.

This is simply a miracle.

There must be some amazing secret hidden deep within the school.

If only we could find a way to get our son into this school.

Thinking of this, a deep, rapid thumping sound came from his chest.

He scrambled to his feet, not even bothering to brush the loose dirt off his trousers.

His previously blank face instantly transformed into an extremely obsequious and ingratiating expression.

He hunched over and moved slowly to Jiang Chen's side, rubbing his two thick palms back and forth, his expression extremely humble.

He leaned forward, his voice soft and gentle.

"President Jiang! Oh, my dear President Jiang!"

He raised his hand and fanned himself on his cheek twice, his eyes fixed on the other person's shoes.

"Truly, a true master doesn't reveal their abilities, and a deity doesn't descend to earth! I was blind to your greatness; I'm no good! Please, sir, don't stoop to the level of an ignorant bumpkin like me!"

He smiled apologetically, and his body seemed to shrink by half again.

"Um... Principal Jiang, can I talk to you about something?"

Jiang Chen looked down at the person in front of him, a hint of amusement in his expression.

"What? You're not convinced?"

He crossed his arms, his tone laced with mockery.

"Would you also like to have our children compete in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, or perhaps enjoy a game of equestrianism or golf?"

He shook his head rapidly, his waist almost bent at a ninety-degree angle, and grinned to reveal a row of yellowed teeth.

"I'm not competing anymore! Never again!"

He rubbed his fingers together, looking uneasy.

"I was thinking... I was thinking of asking about my good-for-nothing son, who's starting elementary school this year. Do you think... could I... could I donate some money to the school to get him a place... a spot for him on a temporary basis?"

He carefully raised one index finger.

"One hundred thousand! I'll offer one hundred thousand yuan as a sponsorship fee! Is that alright?"

The surrounding air fell silent for a moment.

The teachers accompanying Eton Elementary School also came to their senses at this point.

Having figured out their colleague's plan, they immediately swarmed around him, blocking the passageway completely.

One of them shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Principal Jiang! Principal Jiang! Me too! I'll offer 150,000! Just to get my son in!"

Another person pushed aside the person in front of them and hurriedly expressed their opinion.

"I'll offer 200,000! Please give me a chance! If my son had even half the talent of your students, I'd be laughing in my sleep!"

The female teacher disregarded her decorum and volunteered in a shrill voice.

"Principal Jiang, our Eton teachers are actually quite good. I can teach here for free; I don't want a salary, just give my daughter a place in school!"

Those previously arrogant university teachers are now arguing heatedly over a single spot.

Jiang Chen watched this farce unfold with cold indifference.

His gaze lingered for a moment on Teacher Ma's wrinkled face.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

He took half a step forward.

"Now you're thinking of begging me?"

His tone was cold and devoid of warmth, sending chills down the spines of those around him.

"I remember just now, someone complained that our place was dirty, that our students were mud monkeys, and that they would get your Armani school uniforms dirty."

He stopped and looked at the other person with amusement.

"What, you're not afraid of getting dirty now?"

The other person's face drained of color, and large beads of sweat streamed down their temples.

"Principal Jiang... I... I was just joking, I..."

Jiang Chen uttered a single word.

"roll."

Jiang Chen looked away and took out a black walkie-talkie from his pocket.

He pressed the call button, his expression indifferent.

"Big Gou."

A rough response immediately came through the receiver.

"I'm here, Brother Chen!"

He gave the instructions in a low voice.

"Bring someone to the teaching building and see them off."

He cut off the conversation and then added.

"Get these arrogant city folks out of here."

"Also, notify the village security guards to note down the license plate numbers of these buses. From now on, any school displaying the 'Eton International' sign will be strictly forbidden from even setting foot inside the gates of Jiangjia Village!"

The voice on the other end was unusually loud.

"Roger that, Brother Chen! Mission accomplished!"

Soon, a flurry of footsteps echoed down the corridor.

A moment later, Wang Dagou led dozens of strong security guards in, each carrying a black riot baton.

He stood in front of the door and shouted.

"Stop crying! Stop arguing!"

The shout shook the roof, instantly silencing the wailing and crying that filled the room.

He pointed to the gate.

"Our Brother Chen said, see the guests out!"

The security guards dispersed, tapping their rubber batons lightly against their palms.

"Come on, hurry up and leave, or do we have to 'invite' you?"

The security guards surrounded them, their faces grim.

Teacher Ma and his group dared not linger any longer; their faces turned ashen.

They pulled and shoved the bewildered children, jostling them frantically, and crammed them into the bus parked downstairs.

Amidst the laughter of the villagers, three black buses, spewing exhaust fumes, drove away from the village in a disheveled state.

The grandeur of their arrival is matched by the desolation of their departure.

The news spread throughout the education circles of Qinghe County and the provincial capital in a very short time, becoming a well-known laughing stock.

Eton International School's reputation has plummeted, and calls about withdrawals have nearly overwhelmed the school's switchboard.

Jiang's Hope Primary School has gained widespread fame.

Jiang Chen stood by the office window, watching the car disappear at the end of the mountain road, his expression calm.

Dealing with this trouble was as simple as brushing dust off his sleeve.

The phone on the wooden table vibrated.

He strolled over, and a string of unfamiliar numbers from the provincial capital flashed on the screen.

He pressed the answer button and brought the phone close to his ear.

A deep and powerful male voice came through the receiver.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Jiang Chen?"

He responded.

"I am."

The other person's voice was calm and composed.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang."

The tone was polite, yet it carried a scrutinizing undertone.

"This is the Provincial Government Office. Governor Li would like to speak with you. Is now a convenient time for you?"