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He has led so many part-time jobs and handled so many disputes, but he has never been so out of control as he is today.

He knew very well that what escalated the conflict to this point was not the fat student, not the woman in the red dress, and not any of the angry parents around.

It was that student standing calmly in the crowd.

He had to find a breakthrough by working through this person.

He pushed through the crowd, walked up to Zhang Yifan, lowered his voice, and spoke with the sincerity of someone who had been through it all, even with a touch of heartfelt warmth:

"My friend, you should be forgiving when you can."

Look, you're clearly a student preparing for the college entrance exam. You don't want this kind of trouble to affect your mood and delay your exam, do you?

Ten years of hard work, all coming down to these two days. It's not worth getting worked up over such a small thing.

Take my advice: take a step back and you'll see a brighter future.

I will definitely deal with that blond guy seriously later and give everyone an explanation. Let's just consider this a misunderstanding and move on, okay?

Zhang Yifan looked at him and said calmly:

"I'm just someone who speaks out for justice. If you want to settle things, shouldn't you seek forgiveness from the person involved? Why are you coming to me?"

The smile on the person in charge froze for a moment.

He was cursing inwardly, "Damn it, isn't it all because of your few words that that blond guy has incurred the wrath of the masses?"

But he still had a smile on his face, and it was an even more sincere smile. He turned around to face Guo Hao and the crowd of onlookers, and bowed deeply.

"Everyone, everyone! I am the person in charge of Qihang Repetition School. On behalf of the organization, I sincerely apologize for what happened today."

It was our management oversight that allowed a temporary employee to speak rudely at the entrance of the examination center, affecting everyone's mood.

I want to apologize to this student, to all the parents, and to all the test takers.

He bowed deeply, which slightly reduced the noise around him.

Guo Hao stood there, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him who was bent over at a ninety-degree angle, and shook his head.

"I don't want your apology, I want that blond guy's apology."

Upon hearing this, the anger that had just subsided reignited in the surrounding crowd.

The older woman agreed, saying that the blond-haired guy should apologize. "What's the point of you apologizing? He's not the one you insulted."

Some say that it is appropriate for the person in charge to apologize, but the person involved must apologize in person.

Some people shouted for that blond guy to come over, some shouted for him not to hide in the back, and some shouted that he was so arrogant just now, why is he acting like a coward now?

The person in charge quickly turned around, beckoned to the blond-haired man, and said urgently and sternly, "Come here! Apologize to him right now!"

Huang Mao stood by the tent, with his colorful friends behind him and a group of angry parents and test takers in front of him.

He slammed the flyer in his hand onto the table.

I will not apologize.

The person in charge was stunned.

Yellow Hair emerged from under the tent, stood before everyone, chin slightly raised, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips.

"Did I say something wrong? Huh? It's just the college entrance exam. If you don't pass, you don't pass. Can't I say that?"

Let me tell you, I didn't even finish junior high school, let alone take the college entrance exam.

Don't I still live a very comfortable and carefree life?

I have food to eat every day, cigarettes to smoke, and billiards to play. My life is a million times better than yours, those bookworms who study until midnight every day.

As soon as he finished speaking, the group of energetic young men behind him immediately surged forward.

Hongmao said, "That's right, I'm not doing it anymore either. Who cares about this hundred yuan for handing out flyers?"

Green Hair said that instead of putting up with this, he should go play a couple of rounds of billiards.

Purple Hair said, "Let's go, brothers. Let's find a billiards hall. We've been arguing with this fat bastard for so long today. We have to play a couple of good shots to get rid of the bad luck."

The brightly colored hairs gathered together, chattering excitedly, their morale soaring, as if they were announcing the victory of a collective uprising.

Surrounded by his brothers, Huang Mao got even more excited. He stretched out his finger and drew a circle in the air, from Guo Hao to Zhang Yifan, from Zhang Yifan to the middle-aged woman in red, and then from the middle-aged woman to the tops of everyone around him.

"None of you—everyone here—will pass the exam! Especially you!" His finger stopped on Zhang Yifan's face. "What are you pretending for? I hate pretentious people like you the most!"

The person in charge stood to the side, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

He wanted the temporary workers to apologize and smooth things over, but instead of apologizing, they announced their collective resignation in public and even cursed everyone present to fail the exam.

He regretted it.

He shouldn't have hired these young punks to hand out flyers.

Initially, I wanted to save money by hiring a few young people to stand outside the exam center for a morning, handing out the materials and settling the bill as soon as they were done. It was cheap and convenient.

Now things are really messed up; it's cheap, but the problems are huge.

He watched the colorful figures of the group walk away, then looked at the parents around him who were still cursing and swearing, and suddenly realized a more realistic problem.

Now that this group of people has left, who will hand out the flyers?

There was a moment of silence at the back of the crowd.

The middle-aged woman in red turned her head and looked over, then said, "Officers, you've finally arrived."

Several police officers walked through the crowd.

Leading the way was a middle-aged policeman in his forties, with a walkie-talkie on his waist and a body camera hanging on his chest, the red light on the camera flashing intermittently.

As he walked from the direction of the school gate, people along the way had already told him the gist of the matter.

He walked to the front of the tent and stopped, glancing at the person in charge who was still picking up flyers on the ground, and then at the group of energetic young men who were about to leave.

A middle-aged man stepped out from the crowd, walked up to the policeman, adjusted his glasses, and spoke calmly and clearly:

"Officer, I am the parent of the test taker."

I witnessed the whole process.

This Qihang tutoring institution illegally set up a GG booth at the entrance of the college entrance examination site, hiring unemployed people to distribute flyers.

Their staff forcibly handed out flyers to candidates after they explicitly refused to accept them, and publicly insulted and cursed the candidates, wishing them failure in the exam.

After we parents intervened to stop them, they not only refused to apologize, but also continued to verbally provoke and curse all the test takers present.

According to the Law on Penalties for Administration of Public Security, their actions are suspected of disrupting the order of large-scale events and provoking trouble.

I recorded the entire process on video, which I can provide as evidence.

He took out his phone, and the screen showed the scene from earlier where the blond-haired man was pointing at the crowd and yelling, "None of you will pass the exam."

The police officer nodded, took the phone, and looked at it for a moment.

He then walked up to the older woman, who immediately added:

"Officer, you have to stand up for us!"

"These people are utterly despicable! They're cursing someone's child to fail the college entrance exam. I've lived for over fifty years and never seen anything so wicked!"

Another parent raised their hand and said they had recorded it too, and another parent said they had recorded it as well. Suddenly, several phones were raised.

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