"Mr. Leng, what should I do if the woman has been following us?" Zheng Weiqiang asked.
"Don't worry about her, just let her follow. I don't believe she can do damage this time." Leng Fan replied completely indifferent.
Hearing Leng Fan's words, Zheng Weiqiang's confidence increased a lot, because he knew that Leng Fan must have his own self-confidence to say this.
Before long, after several inquiries, Leng Fan and the others came to a teacher's building.
"Who are you looking for?" Just when they first entered the building, an older security guard stopped them.
"I'm looking for the principal." Leng Fan replied with a smile.
"Are you students here?" the old security guard asked.
Leng Fan was also very real, replied: "No."
The old security guard then asked, "Then what do you find the principal? Does the principal know you?"
Leng Fan still replied very honestly: "I don't know, it should be the first time I met."
"Then it won't work, we can't just let strangers see the principal." The old security guard immediately refused.
After all, Zheng Weiqiang has more social experience, so when he listened to the old security’s words, he immediately took out a cigarette from his pocket, and approached the old security, saying: "Brother, I know you are the responsibility, but we do See the principal if you have important matters..."
While Zheng Weiqiang was saying these words, Leng Fan saw that Zheng Weiqiang took out a stack of money from his pocket and secretly put it in the pocket of the old security guard.
The reaction on the old security's face has obviously changed. After receiving Zheng Weiqiang's cigarette, he whispered in Zheng Weiqiang's ear, and then said louder: "No, no, you can't say anything, get out."
Zheng Weiqiang responded: "Let's go out now and don't disturb my brother."
Zheng Weiqiang then took Leng Fan and walked out.
"Yo! I want to go to the back to find the principal, but people won't let you in. Do you think that the principal can see who you are?" At the door, the woman suddenly appeared and laughed.
Zheng Weiqiang is too lazy to talk nonsense with this woman now, and said to Leng Fan: "Mr. Leng, follow me, ignore this woman."
Leng Fan hadn't planned to deal with it, and left here quickly after Zheng Weiqiang.
Zheng Weiqiang said in the next moment: "The old security guard told me to go up the small stairs behind, no one stopped. And the principal is on the fifth floor, and there is a sign of'Principal's Office' on the door."
Leng Fan nodded, he had just guessed that the old security guard would say such things.
The next moment, the two of them went up the fifth floor from the small staircase behind, and no one stopped them along the way. Even if they met someone else, they just gave them a glance.
After reaching the fifth floor, there were obviously a lot fewer people here, and almost no one was seen in the corridor. Then the two of them walked along the corridor and soon found the room of the ‘Principal’s Office’.
"This principal turned out to be a woman, and he looks a bit young." Leng Fan looked at a young girl in the office who was immersed in work.
"Brother, how could this be the principal. This is the secretary of the principal. How could a university have a female principal in her twenties?" Zheng Weiqiang laughed.
At this moment, a man's rough voice came from the innermost part: "Xiao Min, come in." Then the woman Leng Fan was watching quickly walked in.
"Really," Leng Fan answered.
In the next minute, a woman’s angry voice came from the innermost office, "Principal, please respect yourself. You are a family member. If you talk nonsense again, I will call your wife." Phone."
"Don't call, I just make a joke, haha, you know, I am not a bad person, I just like to joke a little bit." Then a very magnetic man's voice came out.
"Principal, you should stay a little bit, otherwise one day you will pay the price for your habit. Now it is very strict to catch the four winds. Maybe someone at the door is already watching your every move." The woman said dissatisfied again. , But his tone was slightly looser than before.
"Okay, I see, you take this thing out to tidy up, I will go to the Education Department in the afternoon to have a meeting." The principal said at last.
After Leng Fan and the others at the door heard that the people inside had almost finished speaking, they both pushed the door directly in.
"Who are you? Why come in?" When the two of them just walked in, they ran into this woman head-on, and the woman would naturally ask seriously, after all, they were strangers.
"Hello! We have come to the principal for something." Zheng Weiqiang responded first.
"What are you doing here?" The principal asked loudly in the office after hearing the voice at this time.
But Zheng Weiqiang didn't know what to say, because he didn't know what exactly Leng Fan had. He just came here with Leng Fan, so now he looked back at Leng Fan.
Leng Fan smiled slightly, then walked directly in, first nodded to the woman in front of him, and then smiled at the principal sitting behind the desk: "Principal, I will make a long story short. We need someone from your school. Fortunately, experienced teachers, mainly advertising."
"What? Borrower? Or the teacher of our school? Are you fools? How could the teacher borrow it, who are you?" The principal was furious, and he seemed to have a rage in his heart, so he is now more vigorous.
"Although it is a borrower, we will pay a high salary." Leng Fan was very patient, and he hardly cared about the principal's anger.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. If you go out now, I will assume that nothing happened, or I will call the police." The principal's tone became even more high-profile, and he did not intend to talk about it at all.
Leng Fan smiled again. He is very confident when he comes here to borrow talents, because he has a very powerful identity, but he will not take out such an identity right away. His idea is to be able Don’t make things bigger if you solve the problem, so he continued to patiently say:
Mr. Principal, our company has encountered some difficulties and urgently needs some manpower, so we have to ask your school for help. Although it sounds absurd, we are willing Give some capital, such as rolling some money to the school as a scholarship for the poor."
"I don't want your money, get out of here." The principal began to pick up the phone, intending to call someone.
Leng Fan sighed, and then took out the work permit from his pocket, a small palm-sized notebook, which was the superb identity that Yin Lao sought for him.
"Mr. Principal, you can decide after you read this work permit!" Leng Fan gently placed the book in front of the principal.
The principal frowned, he lowered his head and glanced at it first, and when he found a pattern on the work permit, his eyes were straight, so he quickly put down the phone, then picked up the work permit and opened it.
"This, this, that, you, me, this..." The principal was completely incoherent, and the stuttering voice was still very scared.
"Who are you? Don't just pretend to be such a big person. This is a big crime." The principal became emotionally stable after several minutes, but he was still trembling. And he had doubts about the authenticity of the work permit. After all, the identity of the work permit was too earth-shaking, at least in the eyes of the principal.
"If you don't believe me, you can call and ask. You are the principal, should there be a channel to go straight to it?" Leng Fan smiled.
The principal did have some channels, but he was a little worried, worried that he would be directly scolded if he rashly called to the head. But when he looked at the work permit in his hand, based on his years of experience, this work permit was definitely not a fake.
"Wait a minute, I'll make a call." In the end, the principal decided to take a risk, and then said to the woman: "Take out my best tea and don't neglect the distinguished guests."
After all, the principal was experienced, and before he knew his identity was uncertain, he still treated Leng Fan and the others as ancestors.
"Mr. Leng, what is your book? It seems that the principal is very afraid of you, or get one for me. It will be easier for me to go out and talk business in the future." Of course, Zheng Weiqiang didn't know the identity on the work permit, so he just joked. Said like.
"Pull it down! This book is hot." Leng Fan replied.
And over there, the principal stood by the corner, picked up the phone and started talking...
"Please wait a moment. The upper part doesn't seem to know. They have already called to the capital. There should be news coming back soon." The principal walked back with a smirk. Upon closer inspection, he found that the principal had a big forehead. Sweat.
Leng Fan replied: "It's okay, we have time for the time being, but we may have to trouble the principal later."
"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, haha!" The principal was standing in front of Leng Fan, not daring to sit down, his heart was really conflicted.
A few minutes later, the principal's phone finally rang, and the principal turned around abruptly, showing that he was already very anxious in waiting. And just as the principal picked up the phone, in the last five seconds, the principal almost didn't stand firmly in front of his desk.
"Good leadership, welcome to our school to guide the work..." the principal tremblingly shouted in front of Leng Fan.
Then, the principal said: "Leaders, our Education Department, Public Security Department, and other leaders at all levels are on the way..."
"Don't be so troublesome, I just come to borrow some manpower, I will pay the salary, you can rest assured." Leng Fan smiled.
"No, no, it is their blessing to be able to work for the leaders. If the leaders can see me, I can help a little bit and supervise them to properly complete the tasks ordered by the leaders." The principal now His expression was like a little brother next to Leng Fan, who would greet him with a smile whenever Leng Fan used it.
After the principal had finished speaking, he immediately said to the pale woman who was scared next to him: "What are you doing while standing? Don't hesitate to call all the teachers from the Advertising Academy. There will be no less, and all the school will be expelled if one is missing."
