The next day, Qinshan Institute of Physics.
——Of course, this is just a cold joke from Sikong. The real sign still says "Qinshan Civil and Military School".
Thanks to Sikong's enrollment expansion, almost half of the school-age children and under-age children in Xiacheng District and double this number of parents are gathered here.
Even if the four walls have not yet been built, it cannot stop the surging enthusiasm of the parents. Carrying their hands and shoulders, they wantonly knead their bewildered children and rush out of the outer city to enjoy a handful of canned sardines that were rare in the cataclysm era. treatment.
Considering that potential customers might not be in the mood to eat haise in the early hours of the morning, Lin Chou arrived a little late. It was already close to noon when he entered the venue, so he did not catch the big show directed and performed by Sikong:
In other words, in the face of the indecision of Mingguang’s senior management from his colleagues and the various doubts from the parents of students who came to Beijing to take the exams, Sikong’s response was quite simple and crude. He directly transferred the top teachers among the teachers with good resumes in Mingguang Base to the city. That group, whether they were doing business abroad, going to private schools, joining the official departments, or forming hunting teams, were all uprooted and brought under the sect and brought to the launch of the enrollment ceremony.
Under the gaze of people from all walks of life who almost burst their eyes, this so-called "small group" of 760 teachers stepped onto the podium and announced on the spot that they would resign from their original positions and join the Qinshan Martial Arts School to teach.
Many of them have made great names in various non-teaching professions and are unwilling to return to their old profession. They have been exhausted by private schools for a long time and all ended in failure - and these difficulties have never been difficult for Sikong. Not a question worth bothering with.
Don’t you suspect that I, Sikong, am fooling around?
Don’t you think lowering admissions standards is a joke?
Don’t you think that unlimited expansion of enrollment is equivalent to destroying the golden name of Qinshan Martial Arts School?
Haha~
One thing to mention here is that whether you are an evolved person or a warrior, the starting point of having a good evolutionary mentor and being self-taught is not at all on the same baseline.
Although these evolutionary mentors are often weak in strength or even just ordinary people, this will not affect their "teaching and educating people" at all. It doesn't matter how high your non-teaching staff are and how powerful their output is. There are all kinds of auxiliary awakening theories, alienation inducement science, golden evolutionary age sprint methods, etc., ten of you are not enough for them to talk about, and what they are playing with you is not the same at all.
An evolution mentor with a good enough resume can often easily attract hundreds of parents who hope their children will succeed with a wave of their hands, and this kind of credibility relies on the batch after batch of people they have trained in their hands to successfully awaken alienation or survive three years. A warrior who still has no dog belt.
One can imagine what a sensation it would cause when this group of more than 700 teachers appeared on the podium.
Those who were poached, especially the senior executives of private martial arts schools, almost went into shock on the spot.
Damn, can you do whatever you want if you have money?
Facts prove——
Yes, if you have money, you can do whatever you want, even do obscene things!
If the hot turtle doesn't accept it, Mr. Sikong will hit him with a source crystal ticket. If you still don't accept it, it only proves that your power is not enough. In the Mingguang era of the cataclysm, there are really few things that can't be exchanged for circulation points. of.
Mr. Sikong’s golden output regardless of the cost is exchanged for absolute control over the admissions ceremony. How can those anxious private schools have the mind to talk nonsense here? Of course, they rush back to their hometowns to discuss with the school’s senior management to be poached. How to plug the big hole?
This is really pulling the trigger on the fire!
Those private schools that have lost their mainstays are facing more than simple job vacancies. The most terrifying thing is the diversion of students.
Ahem
Too much nonsense
Lin Chou didn't care too much about these messy things, but he was still happy to see Si Kong win.
Without him, the new location of Qinshan Martial Arts School is just closer to Yanhui Mountain.
And after the troublemaker ran away, Lin Chou looked at him more and more indignantly - who asked him to jump on the podium and set up a stall as soon as the admission ceremony was over?
That's right, the entire podium where the ceremony was held was the booth assigned to him by Sikong.
The huge venue under the stage has been turned into a vegetable market. Various small vendors are shouting hard in the bustling crowd of parents and students, and the contents sold are all-encompassing:
Sell the world, sell the land, sell the air in the middle.
In short, they dare to sell anything except the body, and there are even some who shout "Awakening Dali Pills with Perfect Shots"
Well, I was asked by the production committee to talk about this without a few words. It is estimated that the talk will take at least fifteen days.
Whenever there is a busy place, the vendors will rush out, and most of the business owners will set aside a special area for them to do business. Naturally, the committee will need to send people to maintain order and plan the market.
It is only right that everyone makes money together, and this is what Mingguang's executives are happy to see - probably because it will appear more prosperous and vital, right?
but!
Guys like Lin Chou are not welcome as thieves.
Let's all draw it down, let's all rely on our abilities. It's just that your business is better. What's the point of you jumping on the podium and setting up a stall?
Why is Lao Gao so conspicuous? Do these financial backers have any intention of looking at others besides you? !
The vendors discussed maliciously:
"Bah, related households."
"This guy must have gone through the back door!"
"Maybe it was through the back door."
"What the hell?"
"Brother, please put aside your bold ideas!"
"It's so dirty, but I like it."
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Directly in front of the rostrum, at the foot of two powerful speakers, there was a booth that stood out.
The stall owner was a young woman with an unattractive appearance, carrying a small basket on her back. An equally small, white and fat doll was grinning and giggling in the basket, drooling and giggling.
In front of the young woman are two specially made large cast iron pots that are more than two fingers thick.
emmmmm If this were placed before the catastrophe, these two carefully hand-cast pots would probably be enough to identify this woman as coming from a wealthy family.
The food in the two large pots intertwined with a very wonderful aroma. Even though a stall on the stage was so strategically located, it still couldn't stop the long queue in front of the woman's stall.
"Second freshness!"
So read a small banner above the woman's head.
The "teammates" lining up complained from time to time that their feet ached and their legs were sore from waiting for the last sentence, and it felt like a century had passed. They also happily gossiped about the woman's origins.
"Is this woman the descendant of Yishanfang's pillar?"
"No, this is the only one in the base city without a semicolon."
"Second Xian? Mingguang is second? Who is first?"
"Brother, you're new here, how about someone with the last name 'Second'~"
"Oh, what a loud tone!"
Someone laughed,
"If your family can still produce one awakened person in each generation like it did in the past few decades, I guarantee you will be beaten out of your head right away when you say this."
The guy who was scolded was not angry, and immediately showed an attitude of humbly asking for advice.
"Brother, how do you say this?"
In the face of gossip, any anger that is not aimed at making people laugh is just hooliganism.
The brother who just spoke was very satisfied with the other party’s attitude of knowing his mistakes and correcting them.
"It would be a long story to say."
"Brother, take the mazza, sit down and talk slowly, we have to wait in line for a long time~"
