Class 19 is recognized as a waste class. Not to mention the elite classes and international classes, even the ordinary classes look down on it.
Zhong Zhiwan knew that Xiu Yu was just a bad girl who hung out in nightclubs and racetracks, but she knew that Jiang Ran was not simple.
This is what she heard from Mr. Zhong by chance.
Jiang Ran is related to a big family in the imperial capital.
Even if he is not on the same level as the Mu family, he is still not someone that the four wealthy families in Shanghai can afford to offend.
And now, Ying Zijin beat Jiang Ran. What will be the consequences? Is there any need to think about it?
Zhong Zhiwan's fingers were wrapped around the earphone cord. "Aunt, at noon, I saw Jiang Ran leaving school on a motorcycle. Maybe he was going back..."
"Auntie knows." Zhong Manhua suppressed her shock and anger, "I'm really sorry to trouble you, Wanwan."
"It's my duty, auntie." Zhong Zhiwan said, "Grandpa asked me to take care of the school and look after the surface. I can't go against his wishes."
Then he casually said, "But aunt, I think it's better not to let grandpa know about this. Family affairs are already enough to worry grandpa."
Zhong Manhua also meant this: "You are sensible, Wanwan, just focus on your studies and I will take care of it."
She hung up the phone, her chest heaving violently, and she was very angry.
It had only been a few days since school started and Ying Zijin had already caused her a lot of trouble.
It’s bad enough that he changed classes on his own initiative, but now he’s actually hitting people?
Is it Jiang Ran who is being beaten?
The housekeeper also heard it and was surprised: "Madam, is Jiang Ran from the imperial capital..."
"That's right." Zhong Manhua was annoyed. "The Imperial Capital deliberately concealed his identity. Even I only know that he took his mother's surname."
Jiang Ran's mother is from the Jiang family in Shanghai.
If you do the math, Jiang Ran still needs to call Jiang Moyuan uncle.
The housekeeper considered: "Madam, the second young lady beat up Young Master Jiang Ran. Let alone the imperial capital, the Jiang family will not let it go."
If it is not handled properly, the shares of the Ying family will inevitably be in turmoil for a while, and the losses will be hundreds of millions.
"I knew it, I'm always the one cleaning up her mess." Zhong Manhua sneered, "You go write a check first, and I'll go to school and take her to the Jiang family to apologize."
The housekeeper understood: "Madam, how much do you think is appropriate?"
"Five million, and take along the jade that the master bought at the auction a few days ago."
When Zhong Manhua thought about the fact that she would have to spend so much money to apologize to the Jiang family on behalf of Ying Zijin, the guilt that had finally risen in her heart disappeared.
The butler nodded and went downstairs to prepare.
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The other side.
Xiu Yu was still happily teaching Ying Zijin about makeup, sitting on the table with her legs crossed: "I'll recommend you some popular cosmetics."
Ying Zijin listened very carefully and took a small notebook to take notes.
Xiu Yu suddenly stopped talking halfway and said, "You haven't come into contact with these before, have you?"
Ying Zijin hummed.
Xiu Yu, who had always lived a life of luxury, felt uncomfortable and thought that the beautiful girl was really pitiful.
"It's okay. I'll protect you from now on." She put her arm around the girl's shoulders and said generously, "Just say my name Xiu Yu in school, and no one will dare to bully you."
Ying Zijin was stunned.
After a while, she lowered her eyes and chuckled: "What you said reminds me of someone."
Xiu Yu was curious: "Who is it?"
"My best friend." Ying Zijin said calmly, "She also said something like this."
"Oh." Xiu Yu didn't ask any more questions, "Have you practiced martial arts before?"
Ying Zijin bit open a bag of yogurt: "I guess so."
She had also lived in China for a period of time, when ancient martial arts were just emerging.
She seemed to remember that she had accepted several apprentices.
Because their body functions have been developed to the limits of human capabilities, ancient warriors have longer lifespans than ordinary people.
"Great!" Xiu Yu was very happy, "Then let's spar with each other some other day."
Ying Zijin paused.
She was actually quite afraid that she wouldn't be able to control the strength in her hands and might cripple the person.
"Dad Ying!" At this time, a younger brother ran in hurriedly, "Dad Ying, the director of moral education wants you to go to the office."
Ying Zijin finished her yogurt and stood up: "Thank you, I understand."
The younger brother was flattered. He scratched his head and chuckled, "Dad Ying, don't be polite. Once you enter Class 19, you are one of us."
"Dean of Moral Education?" Xiu Yu frowned. "Don't go. The principal of Class 19 can't control it anyway."
"Go and have a look." Ying Zijin didn't care, "To avoid more trouble."
"That's right." Xiu Yu also stood up, "I'll go with you to take a look, but what the hell is Ying Dad?"
The last sentence is a question to my younger brother.
"Sister Yu, you don't understand this." The younger brother said, "You and Brother Ran have already retreated to the second generation, and Father Ying is the first generation, so he is naturally the father."
Xiu Yu couldn't find any words to refute: "..."
She kicked him and scolded him with a smile: "Get out of here quickly, go see if your Ran brother can still get up."
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Moral Education Office.
"Mrs. Ying, I've asked the students to call him." The moral education director said, "He will be here in a while. Please go ahead and have a cup of tea."
"No need." Zhong Manhua was not in the mood to spare any time. "Wanwan, has Jiang Ran not returned to school yet?"
"Aunt, don't worry so much." Zhong Zhiwan smiled faintly, "Jiang Ran has never been very disciplined and often runs out."
Zhong Manhua pursed her lips and became even more annoyed.
How could she not worry?
What if the Jiang family doesn’t accept the apology?
After waiting for a full fifteen minutes, the door was finally opened.
The girl was wearing a neat school uniform and a high ponytail.
A strand of black hair fell over her lips, making her slender neck look even whiter.
The moral education director was very pleased with the good student's appearance: "Student Ying Zijin, your parents are here and have something to say to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Manhua stood up with a cold face.
She raised her hand and slapped him directly.
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