Old Wang: "Ahem, the order came a little late; there are already ninety."
"Okay, send them all over."
"One hundred?" Old Wang's voice trembled slightly.
How many military officers does a prefecture-level city have? At most twenty! If Fang Zong could afford to support them, he would gladly give Fang Zong thirty thousand students!
Fang Zong said nonchalantly, "Alright, let's not go for a hundred. Send two hundred. I'll screen out the ones with good character, so some will definitely be eliminated."
Old Wang gave the final decision: "Success!"
Fang Zong knew what Old Wang was thinking; he simply wanted to select two hundred new students with excellent character from the other side first.
He doesn't care about any of that. This is even better. Even if it's nitpicking, it's still striving for perfection!
In addition, those with unclear or ambiguous interpersonal relationships, or those who preemptively pledge loyalty to outsiders, should also be eliminated.
The rest are all good children, his students.
Just then, the driver stopped the car, turned around, and said with a smile, "We've arrived."
Fang Zong nodded, slipped a large bill through the partition window, and casually said, "No need for change." After getting off the bus, he found that the surrounding area consisted of tenement buildings, which were even cheaper than low-rent housing.
Similar to a slum.
"Meimei!" Suddenly someone ran over.
A tenement building is a concrete building with very small rooms and narrow corridors.
Fang Zong saw a middle-aged woman with a sallow complexion running down the open-air cement stairs. Because of the bed sheets and clothes hanging nearby, the ground was very slippery. She twisted her ankle as she ran down, but still cried and shouted as she ran this way.
A middle-aged man behind them, ignoring the cheap cigarette in his mouth, ran and yelled, "You brat, where have you been? Your mother and I have been looking for you all night!"
Because the cigarette butt was stuck to his mouth, he burned his lips, but he didn't care and rushed over after wiping it with his palm.
"Meimei, Mommy's good daughter, don't run away anymore. Mommy was wrong, we won't fight anymore!"
The middle-aged woman hugged Sun Meimei and cried.
Sun Meimei stood there blankly, feeling a little like crying, but mostly just bewildered. She thought her mother didn't love her.
"Who are you?" The middle-aged man looked at Fang Zong warily.
"She was trying to commit suicide, and I saved her."
Fang Zong stepped aside, giving the family of three time to reunite.
Standing to the side, Fang Zong listened to the words "We won't fight anymore," "You brat, don't run outside anymore," "Mom was wrong," and "Dad will change too," and reached out to tease Hu Batian out of boredom.
The little yellow cat meowed, "Do you think I'm a wildcat?!"
"No, it's just that I feel sorry for the little girl. It's good that she didn't get a beating when she came back, but she hasn't been able to say a word."
Fang Zong shook his head slightly, feeling very lucky that he hadn't been born into a family where "parents come first and children have no right to speak."
Half an hour later, the middle-aged man ran home and came back with a stack of banknotes.
There weren't many banknotes, maybe twenty or so at most, just over two thousand yuan.
The middle-aged man was embarrassed, but still wary of Fang Zong: "Sir, thank you for saving my child. This money... I know it's too little, but it's all we have at home, just a small token of our appreciation." He then tried to give it to Fang Zong.
Fang Zong took a step back, but Hu Batian flew up and stretched out his little paws to take the money: "It's a little less, but every little bit helps."
Middle-aged man and woman: "..."
Fang Zong laughed and said, "Remember to let the child speak in the future. If you give her a chance to speak, you should know that I am a military general and I don't lack this kind of money."
The middle-aged man and woman nodded hurriedly, their expressions showing utter bewilderment.
They'd never seen a military commander before and didn't know whether to believe him or not, but... that cat could fly!
"this……"
Sun Meimei's father, in particular, was holding the money, unsure whether to give it or not.
"Hey, let go!" Hu Batian extended five claws, the very sharp kind.
You bastard, you said you'd pay, why aren't you giving me the money? I'll give you a good smack!
Tiger Tyrant was ready to make his move when suddenly, a pair of jet-black leather shoes, still very sturdy, comparable to green-grade equipment, shot through the air and launched a powerful shot into the goal.
The little blond guy was kicked up to the clouds, making a hole in them so that sunlight could shine through.
Sun Meimei's parents were even more stunned.
At this moment, Fang Zong laughed and said, "Also, I want to inform you that Sun Meimei has been accepted by my school and will be returning to Shancheng with me."
"Shancheng? School? This...who are you?"
"My name is Fang Zong, and my nickname is Suit-wearing Thug."
Middle-aged man: ...His face was full of disbelief.
Middle-aged woman: ...Disbelief +1!
Sun Meimei: "...╰(*°▽°*)╯..."
Looking at the unusually expressive faces of this family of three, Fang Zong sighed and shook his head.
Why is it so hard to find a student these days?
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My keyboard broke, and the new one isn't quite right yet. I'll try my best to update with 10,000 words per update; I still have two chapters to go.
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