Harold was not worried that this man who sneaked into the academy would deceive him.
Even if there are some inaccuracies in his words, he can ensure that the other party is under his control throughout the whole process and will not cause too much harm until it is confirmed.
As the actual controller of the kingdom's top university, Harold believes that problems that can be answered with fists are often the simplest problems.
There was no time left for him to rearrange his clothes, so he ordered the unknown person to pick up the unfortunate man who had fainted in the toilet. Harold seemed not to see the uneasy expression on the perpetrator's face, and swaggered him to the backstage. Go.
"The host is in place."
"The first group is ready to go on stage, the second group is on standby. The third group is summoned to assemble backstage, and the fourth group is ready in the audience."
Wayne gave out instructions one after another in an orderly manner, and the staff temporarily borrowed from the academy also cooperated with him very skillfully in conveying the dispatch.
Unlike ordinary civilian colleges, Qingxi Academy, as a typical aristocratic college, supports a large number of staff. They have a special establishment and are paid by the academy like other teachers, but they do not enjoy the lofty reputation of the latter.
As long as the board of directors approves, any club or organization has the right to mobilize academy staff to assist. This is a rule that the academy has followed since its inception.
As the president of the Lily Club, the leader of all societies, and the nephew of Mr. Chairman, since there is an opportunity to facilitate things, Wayne will naturally not pretend to refuse.
Just as he was thinking about whether he should change to a position where he could at least see the front of the stage, Lawrence on the side suddenly asked in surprise: "Chairman Harold? Why are you backstage?"
Wayne looked back in surprise.
Compared to Harold, the person who first caught Wayne's attention was the person following Harold.
Although they had only met him once, Wayne recognized him at a glance. He was an old citizen of the Millistan Principality who had caused a murder in the royal capital and had blamed Ecos. If it weren't for the fact that Echos's reputation had been criticized for no reason, Wayne might not have been so impressed by him.
The man who should be called "Mr. Ross" seemed to be much more haggard. He was carrying another unconscious man on his shoulders, which attracted the attention of many people around him.
When he heard the name "Chairman", his half-lidded eyes suddenly widened, and he seemed to be frozen in place.
"It turns out His Royal Highness Prince Lawrence is also here." Harold simply said hello and did not answer his question directly. Instead, he turned his attention to Wayne: "I have something to ask Wayne. Is it convenient for me to take a step to talk now?" "
"Okay." Wayne handed the flow sheet in his hand to Lawrence, "Just do it for me first and follow the original steps. If you are not sure, just ask Teacher Olive."
"No problem." Lawrence agreed.
He has been helping Wayne, and he has already memorized the process. Such a task is not difficult.
After briefly informing the others, Wayne followed Harold and the others to an unused conference room on the second floor of the auditorium.
"Put your unconscious friend on the sofa chair over there, and then come over here to talk." Harold sat on the top seat without hesitation, leaning against the back of the chair and crossing his legs.
Glancing at the two of them hesitantly, Wayne thought that trouble would come to his door again.
Rose's eyes flashed, "I have something very important that I need to report to Master Wayne alone..."
He didn't expect that this man turned out to be the chairman of Qingxi Academy. What kind of luck did he have?
Fortunately, fortunately, I didn't act rashly just now. No matter what, now that I have met Master Wayne, I am already more than half successful. This young master has a more handsome face and extraordinary bearing than he imagined. Was the person standing next to him just now a prince?
Sure enough, even the prince of the Kingdom of Lornes could not overshadow the glory of the Laird family bloodline.
Ross was both pleased and proud.
However, Harold's next words immediately brought him back to reality who felt good about himself.
"Wayne, do you know him?" "No."
Ross quickly realized that he could not let the unsuspecting young master talk nonsense now.
"Of course Master Wayne doesn't know me!" He interrupted before he could, lest the situation get out of control.
"This is the first time we have met. To be honest, I was an undercover reporter for another newspaper and I recently got some very important information."
"If it is published, it will definitely be super big news that will shock the capital for a whole month!" He looked at Wayne very earnestly, "Leaf Publishing House will definitely be willing to spend a lot of money to buy this news."
However, Wayne's reaction to this was very dull and he seemed not very interested.
"I never get involved in the specific affairs of the publishing house. Why don't you go directly to Modric to discuss this matter?"
"A big shot like you is naturally fearless, but if the news leaks out and some people find out that I already know this secret, I'm afraid the villain will be killed - no, he has already been killed!" Ross Glancing at Harold. "If I hadn't realized that someone was following me, I wouldn't have fled into Qingxi Academy in a panic."
He had remade a whole list of reasons.
"Now, only you can help me..." He described the urgency of the current situation with all his words, and finally said: "As long as you listen to my statement, you will naturally understand why I acted like this."
Rose's anxiety and worry were indeed not entirely feigned. Norman disappeared suddenly, and now his men are like a bunch of headless flies. They have to deal with the communication with the rebels at the same time, and they can't delay it any longer.
If you realize that the Milistan Restoration Force is just a piece of loose sand, it will only be a matter of time before it is annexed, abandoned or even betrayed by other forces in the rebel army.
Ross was actually not sure about the character of this young master he had never met before. If he inherited Norman Leder's ruthlessness and secretly dealt with himself in order to protect himself, it might not be impossible.
However, Ross will abide by the oath he inherited from his ancestors and remain loyal to the Laird family for the rest of his life.
In order that the glory of Laird's name would not be lost, Ross was not afraid of possible death. He was only worried that he would die worthless to his master's family.
Wayne was silent for a moment.
Although he didn't trust this guy, his expression didn't seem to be hypocritical, as if he really had some ulterior secret he wanted to tell himself.
Could it be...
I heard that Norman Laird has been missing for a long time.
Wayne had a rough guess about what he wanted to say and had a headache.
