An authentic Italian restaurant in bustling New York.
There is a white tablecloth with a bouquet of white dahlias in full bloom on the table. Through the bright glass, you can see the increasingly lively streets outside the window.
The restaurant is very empty, standing on clean tiles.
The waiter, wearing a black six-button vest, was doing meaningless repetitive tasks.
In the fully open kitchen, a neatly dressed chef can be seen playing with the knife in his hand boredly.
Principal Woods in a brown striped suit sat at the dining table.
This was one of the few suits at the bottom of his suitcase. Although he didn't know who invited him, it was Mr. Weinberg's invitation, coupled with this high-end restaurant in New York - Gust.
Let him look forward to today's lunch.
"Jingle Bell!"
The restaurant door was pushed open.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed a strong polar bear walking in from the door, which made Principal Woods frown subconsciously.
He didn't like these rough, hairy beasts.
But because I am not sure when the person who invited me will show up.
Principal Woods tried his best to maintain the elegance of a gentleman.
But this elegance did not last long, because the rude polar bear had already sat in front of him.
This made Principal Woods frown subconsciously, and looked up at the other party with a stern expression:
"There's someone here."
The polar bear ignored it and pushed some decorations aside.
Including vases, pumpkin carriage candlesticks, and a brass phonograph with a big horn that looked pretty good.
Then under the frowning gaze of Principal Woods, the polar bear said this:
"I am the one you are waiting for."
After the words fell, Principal Woods, who had been trying to remain elegant just now, turned gloomy.
He didn't wait for the other party to speak and said directly:
"I reject."
The polar bear was stunned for a moment and looked at the other party in surprise:
"I haven't spoken yet."
But Principal Woods shook his head.
He looked at the polar bear in front of him up and down with a look that looked at merchandise. This was a very offensive look.
Then he said arrogantly:
"The cost of this restaurant is not low. As a polar bear, you can book this restaurant, which means you are not short of money."
The polar bear nodded and complimented the other person casually:
"Nice insight."
But the next moment, Principal Woods shook his head.
He ignored the polar bear's approval and continued:
"Education requires money, and given your financial conditions, it is not difficult to support a child from Lincoln University."
The polar bear did not deny it. His dark brown eyes looked at the fifty-year-old elementary school principal in front of him:
"Can you tell me the reason for your refusal?"
Faced with the polar bear's inquiry, Principal Woods sneered and said bluntly:
"You are not doing it for your children, but for the children of other beasts."
"Sigh~"
The polar bear sighed, with a bit of helplessness in his expression, and then said with emotion:
"Most animals have a hard life."
The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own millet.
Throughout the ages, education has been a top priority in any civilization or country.
Is the education at Woods Elementary School really worth $800 a semester?
the answer is negative.
Although there are differences in the education level of teachers between different schools, primary schools do not have high requirements for educators.
Moreover, it is a primary school with basic education.
What can you expect your children to learn?
To put it bluntly.
In today's society, whether you have a primary school diploma or not has no impact on your future life.
There are more than 80% students.
After they graduate, they work in industries that have nothing to do with the majors they studied.
That being the case, why does Woods Elementary School, an ordinary basic education school, dare to charge a sky-high tuition of US$800 a semester? And why are so many parents of students willing to pay this money?
Because students who graduate from Woods Elementary School have a high probability of entering Victory School.
In layman's terms, this is called - learning valve!
The polar bear doesn't like this group of people. Their appearance is just like the group of Jews who are madly suppressing Germany at this stage.
Many people say that the Germans are cruel, and this is indeed true.
But has anyone ever wondered how those people treated them when they were docile?
A loaf of bread costs half a million marks, but a whole box of money can only be exchanged for one loaf of bread.
Does anyone remember that during World War I, the exchange ratio between US dollars and marks was 1:42.
Last year, at its peak, one dollar could be exchanged for 4.2 billion marks!
Capital is a double-edged sword, thousands of miles apart on the other side of the ocean.
Under the scythe of capital, a terrifying demon is being carved into shape bit by bit.
And in the eyes of polar bears.
The Principal Woods in front of him gradually merged with the Jewish businessman he met a week ago who was going to Germany to make a fortune.
So the moment the polar bear indicates that animal people have a hard life?
Principal Woods sneered.
He raised his head, looked at the polar bear with contempt, and asked in a condescending tone.
"This is their business and has nothing to do with me. If you have time to ask me to charge less tuition, why not think about whether you have worked hard?"
The polar bear sighed, his expression a little complicated:
"You should listen to my terms."
But Principal Woods waved his hand, and he shook his finger rather disdainfully.
His expression was not arrogant, but a kind of accustomed calmness.
His tone was not high, but it gave people a harsh, arrogant and contemptuous tone:
"I refuse. Although I know you will be very angry if I say this, I still want to say that you, a low-level person, cannot threaten me."
After saying this, Principal Woods turned around and left. Before leaving, he did not forget to sarcastically say:
"It's no use having money. You need to talk about power and background when you come out to hang out. Low-class people like you will never understand. The tuition for this semester is still 800, not one cent less, and I will raise the price next semester. To $900.”
As Principal Woods left, only the polar bear was left in the empty restaurant.
Max, who was hiding in the corner, looked a little stiff.
He touched Weinberg next to him with his elbow and asked in a low voice:
"What do we do now?"
Weinberg glanced at the newly recruited younger brother and asked with a surprised expression:
"What do you mean?"
Weinberg's calmness silenced Max.
He didn't know why he was particularly afraid of polar bears.
Obviously this matter had nothing to do with him, but he felt inexplicably uneasy. Could it be because he knew that the polar bear had a relationship with the Corleone family?
Max shook his head inwardly, it didn't feel like this.
Looking at the nervous Max next to him, Weinberg patted him on the shoulder and asked with a smile:
"Boy, you don't think we only have one plan, do you?"
