"That old bastard is utterly shameless! How could he be so shameless?!"
Liu Jianjun was so startled that his hand trembled and he almost dropped his phone.
He had never seen his father so angry, all because of the fascinating C programming language—he had never been scolded so harshly even when he failed his college entrance exam.
Liu Jianguo's chest heaved violently as he pointed at his phone screen, his words tumbling out incoherently with rage:
"That's...that's too much! That's way too much...I really...f*** him!"
Morning light streamed through the wooden window, falling on Liu Jianguo's forehead where veins bulged. He gasped for breath, grabbed the tea on the table, and gulped down a mouthful, but still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.
Liu Jianjun shrank back, not daring to utter a sound.
To be honest, Uncle Gao's actions were indeed unethical.
But what can you do when Gu Luo is studying at Mingde?
Of course, he could better understand his father's anger and frustration.
I'm annoyed that I don't have their brains.
Gu Luo is destined to be a household name in the future—a musical genius, an Olympic gold medalist...
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The streets were bustling with traffic during the morning rush hour, and the shops along the street were drawn in by a commotion as soon as they opened.
Principal Gao Jiefeng of Mingde School stood in the middle of the sidewalk, wearing a well-pressed navy blue suit, holding a silver baton in his hand, and smiling as he shouted to the workers on the scaffolding:
"Move it two fingers to the left! Yes, lift it up a bit more, so that passersby can see it clearly."
The worker on the scaffolding sprang into action at the sound of the command. A roll of transparent tape dangled from his bright orange safety harness as he affixed a huge red banner to the wall—[Gu Luo, the Pride of Caizhou Mingde!]
Nine large, gilded characters gleamed brightly in the morning light, their spacing extremely wide, covering the entire exterior wall of the shop.
This is the eighth banner that Gao Jiefeng has put up today. From the city center to the main roads in the suburbs, wherever there is a large flow of people, this eye-catching red banner is everywhere.
"Old Gao, isn't this going too far... especially with it trending on social media..." The vice principal trailed off, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.
"What's there to pass by?" Gao Jiefeng waved his hand to interrupt him, his smile widening, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes crinkling together.
He leaned closer to the vice principal and whispered with a smile:
"Hehe, last night the people upstairs were drinking with the Spring Festival Gala's chief director..."
He paused deliberately, turned to look at the banner that had already been pasted on the scaffolding, put his hands behind his back, and looked like a smug old fox.
The morning breeze lifted the hem of his suit jacket, revealing gleaming black leather shoes underneath, a stark contrast to the dusty ground.
Mingde is wealthy, which is an open secret in the education circle. Moreover, it has branches in more than a dozen provinces across the country. Before dawn this morning, the principals of the branches in various provinces received a unified instruction - to mobilize all staff to put up banners, buy local trending searches, and place advertisements.
There is only one core principle—to bind "Gu Luo" and "Mingde" together.
The vice principal's mouth gaped open, and he quickly grabbed Gao Jiefeng's arm:
"Old Gao... are you sure?"
"Are you sure we can afford to spend that much money?" Gao Jiefeng slapped his hand away and pointed his baton at the electronic screen that had just lit up across the street.
The text displayed on a loop is eye-catching: "[Mingde Gu Luo, conveying warmth through music]".
The vice principal swallowed hard and asked again:
"Won't Lao Liu be furious? Putting aside Xiao Luo, this song was sung by a student from Guangya High School no matter what..."
Gao Jiefeng waved his hand dismissively: "So what? We're not making false claims. It's their business if they're a step behind. What? Do you think I'm afraid of them?"
"That... is also true."
The vice principal's lips twitched.
Gao Jiefeng then commented with great pride, "This old man Liu is nothing like us Gen Zers, he's like an old relic from the 80s and 90s... Anyway, we did a good job, so we should publicize it properly."
Just then, his phone rang.
Caller ID: Old Liu.
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