Without the aid of weapons, the principal trembled like a paper tiger. The Iron Instructor, like an unshakeable mountain, firmly pressed down on his shoulder, "Principal, you might as well surrender!"
"You're all useless! Get him now!" The principal struggled hysterically, but Lao Tie's iron hand was like a strong pair of pliers, gripping him tightly and preventing him from breaking free even a little.
Because of the principal's despicable act of using security guards to block bullets, those behind him were now completely silent, gripped by fear, lest they become the next scapegoat.
"It seems no one will help you, Principal." Instructor Tie's voice was deep and powerful.
"Hey buddy, I've never treated you badly. You're going to betray me for this kid you've never even met? What benefits has he given you? I can give you the same!" the principal shouted hoarsely.
"Really? The principal can really give me the same treatment?" Coach Tie's eyes were full of mockery.
"Just tell me, and I'll do whatever you ask!" the principal promised eagerly.
"He promised me a job with a million-dollar annual salary. Can the principal afford that?" Iron Instructor's voice carried a hint of provocation.
"What job pays a million a year? Besides, even if such a job existed, could you handle it?" The principal's tone was full of doubt and disdain.
"Bodyguard? I think I can still handle it, after all, I have an iron arm."
"Hey buddy, don't get fooled. That kid looks like he's penniless! I give you real money every month, I haven't shortchanged you a single penny!" The principal tried to persuade Instructor Tie.
"Yes, 9999, not a single extra penny. Even if you gave me 10,000, I wouldn't feel so aggrieved!" Iron Instructor's voice was full of resentment.
"Don't make any outrageous demands. Even if it's 20,000 a month, I can give it to you! Buddy, you need to think this through. If this kid is lying to you, and you have a murder record, who would dare to hire you? Without my job, where else can you find a job that pays nearly 10,000 a month?" The principal's words carried a hint of threat.
"I'm not a murderer! The court has acquitted me!" Iron Instructor roared.
"Yes, the court did acquit you, but all of this is on record. Even if the court acquits you, you still killed someone! Anyone who knows you've killed someone before would dare to hire you." The principal's words were like a sharp blade, piercing the heart of the Iron Instructor.
"I dare!" Han Chengshan's voice boomed like thunder in everyone's ears. "I've already hired Uncle Tie as my bodyguard, with an annual salary of one million!"
In the shadows, Hua Chi lowered his voice and said to Han Fei, "Old Master Han, are your bodyguards all paid a million a year? My apprentice is just bragging, isn't he?"
Han Fei shrugged and said helplessly, "It's not a million-dollar annual salary, just 10,000 US dollars per month, plus the year-end bonus, it's probably a million Chinese Yuan. Each bodyguard's treatment is different."
"This person has killed people. Are you sure you can trust him to stay by my apprentice's side?" Hua Chi asked worriedly.
“I never gave the third brother the right to hire security guards at will. If he hires them himself, he’ll have to pay their wages himself.” Han Fei’s words revealed a hint of cunning.
Hua Chi looked at his apprentice's righteous and generous demeanor and seemed to already see the miserable expression on his face when he learned that he would have to pay his old friend's annual salary.
"I'll hand him tissues when he cries." Hua Chi laughed unkindly, took out a pack of tissues, and looked at Han Chengshan.
At this moment, Han Chengshan was completely unaware of what he was about to face. He shouted righteously to Instructor Tie, "Uncle Tie, don't worry, if you follow me, you'll definitely be well paid! Tie this guy up!"
"Yes, Third Young Master!" Old Tie acted quickly, with fishing line in the pocket of his work pants. He used the fishing line to tie the person up very securely.
The more you struggle while bound by fishing line, the tighter it becomes; excessive struggle can cause bloody marks on your hands and feet.
These are all used by the school to control disobedient students, and every instructor carries one.
"Dude, don't be fooled, this kid is definitely lying to you! He's wearing cheap clothes from street vendors, without any brand names, there's no way he could afford to pay you that much to be his bodyguard!" The principal's words were filled with despair and resentment.
Han Chengshan looked displeased: "What do you know? I call this being thrifty! What's so great about those brand names? The materials aren't even as good as this shirt I'm wearing! Mine is all cotton! Those brand names are just tattered rags that fall apart after one wash!"
In the shadows, Han Rou tried hard to suppress her laughter as she looked at Han Fei: "Grandpa, it seems that the incident of the clothes fading last time has left a considerable psychological shadow on Third Brother."
Han Fei smiled and nodded: "Indeed, the shadow is quite large."
Hua Chi asked curiously, "My apprentice's sister, tell your uncle quickly, what happened to the clothes melting? Why is my apprentice traumatized?"
Han Rou shook her head, not wanting to mention her third brother's embarrassing incident in front of outsiders.
"Just tell your uncle, he's not an outsider. Xiaoshan is my apprentice, I just want to get to know him better," Huachi said eagerly.
Han Rou looked at Han Fei, who raised his chin, indicating that she could speak.
Han Rou then slowly told Hua Chi what had happened. It turned out that when Han Chengshan was traveling abroad, he won a large voucher. The mall was full of famous brands, so he picked out a Chanel lingerie set.
They were queuing in front of an ice cream truck in the park when a sudden downpour started. They looked for shelter and inevitably got wet in the process.
Xiao Wu, with his sharp eyes, noticed that the floral shirt his third brother was wearing looked like the colors of ice cream had melted!
Han Chengshan rubbed the clothes hard a few times in disbelief, never expecting that they would be torn so easily.
When they found shelter from the rain, Han Chengshan's clothes were tattered and the colors were a mess; anyone who didn't know better would have thought he was a member of the Beggars' Sect.
Han Chengshan went to the store to argue, thinking that the store had sold him counterfeit goods.
As a result, the salesperson patiently explained to him that the Chanel NN series clothes he bought could not be washed.
This is a disposable shirt! You only wear it once, then you have to throw it away!
Not to mention Han Chengshan, even Han Rou at the time was amazed that clothes could be disposable, and such expensive designer clothes at that!
The salesperson tactfully explained: Many luxury brands prioritize creativity over materials. Chanel invites numerous designers each year, each with their own style. Designers sometimes use paint to design and color garments on a whim. While the paint may fade in water because they typically use plant-based dyes with less effective color-fixing agents, it's still much healthier than chemical dyes.
From then on, Han Chengshan preferred to wear pure white, undyed cotton clothes from roadside stalls rather than those fancy, brightly colored designer clothes.
At this moment, the principal was still yelling, "That's all your excuses! You're just a poor wretch wearing cheap clothes! Buddy, don't believe him! Let go of me, and I'll give you a raise! Double it, no, triple it, ten times it..."
The old man remained unmoved and turned to deal with the small fry.
With a single swing of his iron arm, none of those present could withstand him.
The old man pulled out fishing line from their work pants and tied them up one by one.
"Heh, you lock us in iron bars, the school is like a prison, then you should experience that feeling yourselves!" Little Fatty patted the principal's face and said through gritted teeth.
“Let’s lock them in the iron cage and release all the students who are imprisoned here!” Single Eyelid suggested.
His girlfriend gripped his hand tightly, fearing that he would be beaten by Han Chengshan again for trying to be kind.
The man with the single eyelid chuckled awkwardly, "Brother Shan, we're safe now, and we have the ability to save them. Can I go and rescue them?"
All the instructors and dangerous individuals at the school had been tied up, leaving them with no further worries. Han Chengshan had originally intended to release them, but it turned out that Single Eyelid had the same idea.
"You're just being nosy." Han Chengshan feigned indifference and waved his hand dismissively, "If you want to save someone, go save them yourself."
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