Chief Ma's forehead was covered in sweat. He forced a smile and said:
"Teacher Zheng! I didn't know you were a guest of the competition, otherwise why would I not have arrested you?"
What are you talking about?
I sat up immediately:
"You're bullshitting! Oh! I'm a guest, so they won't arrest me. What if I'm not? This nigger is disrupting my class and grabbing my collar, and he thinks he's right, right?"
“I…”
"What do you mean by 'you'? Grandma Cheng! Look at what kind of people the leaders of our country's education department are.
How many talented young people in our country are rejected by prestigious universities? How many come from families so poor that they can't even afford food?
They used the country's money to subsidize the niggers and even provided them with study companions. They were almost supporting them.
They made mistakes, and we still support them. I just want to ask, what is wrong with our country?"
The more I spoke, the colder Cheng Junlin's face became, and the uglier Section Chief Ma's face became.
"Cheng... Chief Engineer Cheng! It's not what Zheng Yang said. We recruit elites from abroad. We pay them to help them."
"Elite? Come on, call that nigger over here. I'll give him a few questions and see if he can solve them."
After I finished speaking, Section Chief Ma was choked.
"Section Chief Ma! I think Zheng Yang's suggestion is good. Call him over."
Section Chief Ma's legs went weak, and Tong Feifei looked at him and said, "I'll go and call!"
Not long after Tong Feifei went out, she brought the person back, pushing and shoving him.
Now the big black guy is not as arrogant as before. He also knows that my backer has come.
I gritted my teeth at the thought of him asking me to kneel down and apologize.
“Give me my phone!”
The police had already taken my phone, watch and wallet, and after I finished speaking, they quickly handed the items to me.
I took my phone and started asking questions.
After finishing it, he stuffed it into his hand and said, "Okay!"
The big black guy looked at his phone and said, "I don't understand Da...Daxia language."
Damn it, you can even say "pretend to be a big shot", but you don't understand these words?
"Where are you from and what language do you speak?"
"S...Swahili."
I just tapped a few times on my phone and a voice message came out.
Not only voice, but also text.
Everyone present was staring at my phone. Currently, almost no phone can perform this operation.
The big black man stared at his phone for a long time, then said with a grumble:
"This...I can't do it!"
Without me even having to say anything, Cheng Junlin shouted, "You don't even know high school math?"
Section Chief Ma just held onto the wall. She didn't expect this result.
I glanced at her and took the phone back from the big black guy.
"Come on! It's okay, I still have elementary school here."
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