After spending a moment at the school gate, Zhang Jing found the principal's office.
When I entered the door, I saw Yunique and Mattim were there, sitting opposite the principal's desk.
The principal is a white male about fifty years old. He wears a pair of thick glasses, has very sparse hair, and looks like a scholar.
"Hello Mr. Principal, I'm Zhang Jing, what's wrong with Yunique and Mattim?"
"Yunique was originally a good kid who loved studying. Today she not only smoked, but also got into a fight with her classmates. She and Mattim beat three other students into the infirmary. What I want to say is that we are a prestigious school here and smoking is prohibited. , and fighting is prohibited.”
Mattim, who has a mushroom head and many freckles on his face, retorted excitedly, "They first laughed and insulted Yunique, calling us bastards without a mother and a father, and then they started fighting."
Zhang Jing touched Mattim's head, looked at the principal and said, "If this is the case, my two children are not wrong. The ridicule involved school violence. They were sued by my lawyer, and their lives will always be left with an indelible mark. stain."
The principal was speechless. He originally wanted to call Zhang Jing to reprimand Younik and Mattim together, but he didn't expect it to be so troublesome.
"Mr. Zhang," the principal explained, "the matter is not that serious. It's just that Yunique did have a problem today. It will last for a long time and there is no hope of further education."
"I heard that the school needs to replenish some books recently," Zhang Jing took out 10,000 yuan from his pocket and gently placed it on the principal's desk. "But I have zero tolerance for school violence. Those three students will definitely Being held accountable, as for Yunique, I will talk to her and believe that she is just temporarily confused and everything will be fine."
Money can make all the difference. The principal did everything well and sent Zhang Jing off politely.
Today is Friday, there is no class in the afternoon, Zhang Jing took the twins out of school.
Yunique slung her schoolbag over her shoulder and followed someone behind her silently, her head lowered, as if she had lost her mind.
Mattim looked completely opposite, looking majestic and high-spirited.
There was no communication all the way from the office to the school gate. When he got back to the car, Mattim realized that there was someone in the co-pilot. Zhang Jing had no intention of introducing them, so he started the car and left the parking space.
At this time, Mattim discovered that Zhang Jing was not as blameless as before, and his arrogance instantly disappeared.
After the car merged into traffic, Zhang Jing seemed to be asking the air, "Is smoking fun?"
"Mattim and I are planning to leave Kanfan Farm." Yunique bowed her head slightly, her voice soft but very powerful.
Mattim looked at his sister in surprise, "What are you talking about? Do you still want to go back to the children's welfare home?"...
"We can still roam the streets." Yunique retorted.
"No," Mattim advised his sister, "Dad Zhang didn't scold us either. We were scolded for smoking. Are you still reasonable?"
Britney was sitting in the passenger seat, her mind a mess. She had just ended her wandering life, and someone actually wanted to take the initiative to wander. How stupid is this?
Also, why does a boy as big as Mattim call Zhang Jing’s dad?
"When heaven is about to give a great responsibility to this person, he must first strain his muscles and bones and starve his body and skin," Zhang Jingxiang said to himself, "No matter what you want to do, you must first study hard and accumulate strength until you grow up. Queen, come back with revenge."
"Yes," Mattim supported Zhang Jing, but he was not on the same channel. "The older he gets, the more powerful he will be. From now on, he will beat those three guys every day."
Yunique understood the implication. When Zhang Jing was explaining the Four Great Classics to her, he mentioned "Born in Worry, Die in Peace", which was very similar to her current situation.
Yunique said no more radical words after that and remained silent until the farm.
After getting off the bus in front of the restaurant in the Cowshed District, Zhang Jing stood in front of the twin brothers and sisters and warned them: "Turn grief into motivation and work hard. Maybe you will succeed one day."
The same sentence means two different things to the ears of two twins.
Watching the twins leave, Zhang Jing looked at the curious Brittney, "This is Kanfan Farm. You work in the cowshed and earn 600 a week. I will ask the Barbie manager to pay you 600 in advance. Everyone takes turns cooking. Food All from farmers
The accommodation is a large room with small single rooms separated by curtains. "
"Thank you," Britney cherishes it. "This is my chance to be reborn. I will definitely work hard."
Just in time, Carter, who was in charge of breeding and planting things, drove by on a tractor, and Zhang Jing waved to him.
Carter is 36 years old. His full name is Quesar Carter. He is about 1.75 meters tall. His skin is purple from the sun. He always likes to wear torn jeans that are seriously faded and white. He is the farmer with the most experience and knowledge in raising cattle and farming. people.
"Good afternoon, oss." Carter jumped off the New Holland tractor worth up to 300,000 yuan to say hello.
"Carter," Zhang Jing introduced, "Britney is a newcomer. Hand her over to Barbie's manager. First, sign a labor contract and arrange accommodation; then you can arrange a job for her in the bullpen."
"No problem," Carter patted his chest, "Leave it to me."
There was nothing to do immediately in the afternoon, so Zhang Jing stayed in the bullpen area and found a newcomer, David Greens. He was a tutor recruited by Zhou Manmiao from the Internet. He was responsible for tutoring farm children in mathematics and teaching cello.
Although Barbie said that he did not seem to be an undercover agent of the tax bureau, Zhang Jing had to see it with his own eyes before he could rest assured.
This is a 55-year-old middle-aged white man with a Mediterranean hairstyle and a big nose that seems to lie too much.
"Hello Mr. Greens, my name is Zhang Jing," Zhang Jing stretched out his hand to shake hands with the old man, "Welcome to join Kanfan Farm."
"Thanks."
"Are you still used to being here? After all, it's too far from the city." Zhang Jing asked politely.
"Yes," David Greens said, "I like it here. It's quiet enough and lively enough. I won't be bored."
"My girlfriend said that you are staying illegally. Which country are you originally from?" Zhang Jing asked tentatively.
"I'm a South African, and I used to work with Bangzi in Australia."
South Africa is an African country that occupies the Cape of Good Hope, so many white people have settled there historically.
"How many years have you been at Bangzi?" Zhang Jing asked the old man.
"Five years."
Zhang Jingchao asked: "Do you know Sangpodong?"
"Yes," David Greens gave the standard answer, "That's where fat people gather."
Sangpodong and Pangzi are from the same place, and the pronunciation of Bangzi is similar.
I’ve seen Zhang Jing on a variety show. If you haven’t watched the Bangzi variety show, or haven’t been in Bangzi, white people generally don’t understand.
Greens answered, which alleviated the suspicion that he was an undercover tax bureau agent.
Then Zhang Jing asked the old man four or five questions in succession. Based on his usual behavior, it was certain that he was not an undercover agent.
David Greens guessed that Zhang Jing was suspicious of something, but he didn't mind his own business and turned away to go about his business.
Then Zhang Jing met another newcomer recently recruited by the farm, Craig Hawkins, a retired university teacher responsible for teaching Barbie to become an accountant.
Craig Hawkins is nearly seventy years old, with silver hair. He looks well-dressed, has a good image, and speaks calmly and well-educated.
Judging from the information, Clegg is a fourth-generation native Citizen, a serious retired university teacher, with first-class professional ability, and he does not look like an undercover agent.
It's not the 55-year-old Greens, it's not the 70-year-old Clegg, is it the 20 new Cowboys recruited this year? It can't be an old employee, right?
Zhang Jing felt confused. He thought it would be easy to find the undercover agent, but he didn't expect a big surprise.
