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Zhang Yifan stood there, the electronic voice in his head not yet completely dissipated.

Ten million.

He instinctively reached into his pocket, his fingertips touching the bank card.

Eight hundred thousand.

Adding the 300,000 yuan scratch-off ticket that hasn't been redeemed yet, that's 1.1 million yuan.

This morning, he was still silently calculating in his mind that a high school student holding 1.1 million yuan was already an astronomical figure. It was enough for his father to open a shop, enough for his mother to stop going to the vegetable market to sort vegetables, and enough for the whole family to live a good life.

As a result, the system casually bestowed a task reward of ten million.

What does ten million mean? His parents worked hard their whole lives and never saw that much money.

Although this broken system constantly criticizes him as a 68-year-old lonely old man, it is actually very generous.

Zhang Yifan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

The system says the safe is hidden in the wall of the principal's office, but the problem is, he just offended Principal Meng in front of the whole school.

Principal Meng now wants nothing more than to devour him alive, so how could he possibly let him swagger into the office and climb over the wall to find the safe?

This matter needs to be considered carefully.

The system said that the Peng family was only investigated after they graduated from high school, so the safe should still be lying quietly in the wall. There is a window of opportunity for several months, but it is difficult to find a suitable time right now.

He had to come up with a plan: either sneak in when Principal Meng wasn't there, or wait for a more suitable opportunity.

He turned around, propped his elbow on the windowsill, glanced aimlessly out the window, and then froze.

An opportunity has arisen.

At the school gate, a black sedan and a police car quietly drove through the automatic gate and steadily drove along the main road toward the office building.

The car door opened, and several men in executive jackets stepped out. Each of them had their hair neatly combed and walked with steady, quick steps. Behind them were two uniformed police officers.

The person at the front looked up at the office building, and then the group headed straight for the third floor.

That direction leads to Principal Meng's office.

"Yifan? What did you just say?"

Fu Kai walked over, followed Zhang Yifan's gaze to the window, and stopped mid-sentence.

He pushed up his glasses, staring at the backs of the figures who had already entered the office building, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"Administrative jackets, briefcases, police officers following them—these are the Discipline Inspection Commission officials. What are they doing at the school?"

"The Discipline Inspection Commission?" Zong Wen squeezed to the windowsill, craning his neck. "Who are they looking for? They're not here to see Principal Meng, are they?"

Zhang Yifan did not answer.

He stared at the closed door on the first floor, a question racing through his mind: Why are the people from the Discipline Inspection Commission here?

The system says that the Peng family was investigated after graduating from high school, and Principal Meng was also brought down after that, so there should have been several more months.

But this group of people was definitely heading towards the principal's office.

It doesn't matter who submitted the materials or when they were submitted.

The important thing is that Principal Meng is about to be taken away, and his office will be vacant, which is the best opportunity for him.

"Teacher Fu, I'm going out for a bit."

"Hey, where are you going!"

Fu Kai couldn't stop him; Zhang Yifan had already run around the corner of the corridor, his footsteps thumping down the stairwell.

Fu Kai gritted his teeth, put his thermos on his desk, and said, "You go back to the classroom and keep an eye on him. I'm going after him!"

Then he ran down the stairs.

Principal Meng was sitting in his office chair, holding a pen in his hand, with an unfinished "Disciplinary Recommendation Regarding the Incident of Senior High School Students Storming the Cafeteria" spread out in front of him.

His gold-rimmed glasses were straightened, and the wrinkles on his gray jacket were smoothed out, but the teacup on the table was tilted at the corner, with tea spilled into a light brown stain.

He smashed the cup again after he came back.

He stared at the words "Head of the gang: Zhang Yifan" on the disciplinary recommendation, a sinister smile on his lips. He had even prepared the wording for the suspension and reflection.

There was a sudden knock on the office door.

It wasn't the usual light tapping twice; it was three solid, powerful, and undeniable muffled thuds.

Principal Meng frowned, turned the disciplinary recommendation face down on the table, put on a kind expression, and said, "Please come in."

The door opened.

Leading the way was a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a crisp business jacket, his expression businesslike to the point of being almost indifferent.

Behind him were two colleagues, also wearing jackets, and then two uniformed police officers.

After the group entered, they automatically dispersed, partially surrounding the desk.

Principal Meng's smile froze.

He served as principal for over a decade and dealt with countless inspection and evaluation teams, but those were all preceded by notice and could be settled with tea and fruit in the meeting room.

But these people entered his office without any prior notice or warning.

"Principal Meng, we are from the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection."

The middle-aged man in the lead took a document out of his briefcase and placed it on the table.

"According to preliminary investigation, during your tenure as principal of No. 1 Middle School, you are suspected of taking advantage of your position to accept huge bribes from others in school infrastructure projects and canteen contracting projects. Please cooperate with the investigation."

Principal Meng's pupils suddenly contracted.

But the smile on his face froze for less than half a second before he came back to life. He stood up, rubbed his hands together gently in front of him, and spoke with a sincere yet confused tone:

"Is there some misunderstanding? I, Meng, have worked at No. 1 Middle School for over ten years, serving the students diligently and never taking a single penny that I shouldn't have. Look at this jacket of mine, I've washed it for five years. The leaders can ask any teacher or student what kind of person I am, they all know."

The middle-aged man waited for him to finish speaking before calmly saying, "We wouldn't have come to you directly without concrete evidence. Principal Meng, please."

Principal Meng's lips moved a few times, and the sincerity on his face gradually cracked.

He glanced back at the office chair he had sat in for over a decade, then at the certificates and banners hanging on the wall, before finally settling his gaze on the wall behind his desk.

That wall.

Zhang Yifan leaned against the windowsill at the corner of the office building's staircase, watching as Principal Meng was escorted out of the office building by two discipline inspection officials, one on each side.

Police officers followed behind, one of them carrying a briefcase that had already been sealed.

Principal Meng's old Beijing cloth shoes swayed as he stepped on the steps, his movements stiff and slow.

"Zong Wen was right, the Discipline Inspection Commission was looking for him."

Fu Kai's voice came from behind him. He was panting as he climbed the stairs to the corner, one hand on his knee and the other pointing out the window.

"I just ran into the academic affairs director on the street. He said that the disciplinary committee received a formal complaint early this morning, along with a bunch of copies of accounts and transfer records, which directly identified the relationship of interest transfer between Principal Meng and several off-campus companies."

"The evidence was so detailed that even the investigators were surprised. The cafeteria contract was just a small part of it; the bulk of it came from the school gymnasium project and kickbacks from textbook purchases over several years."

"This matter has been suppressed for more than a day or two. The fact that it was filed so quickly means that someone is pushing it from behind."

He took a breath, straightened up, and looked down at the figure being led into a police car with a complicated expression.

"I don't know who submitted the materials, but this move was ruthless and swift."

Zhang Yifan did not answer.

His gaze followed the police car that slowly drove out of the school gate; its taillights flashed twice in the morning mist before it turned the corner.

He didn't know who submitted the materials, but the timing was impossibly perfect.

He had just embarrassed Principal Meng in the cafeteria when the Discipline Inspection Commission showed up at his door, as if someone had secretly handed him a knife.

But none of that matters. What matters is that Principal Meng has been taken away, and the principal's office will soon be empty.