Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

modern.

ten days ago.

The center of the empire's first island chain, Days Island, the mechanical hive, the dock, and Chen Yan's ship.

Chen Yan experienced a nightmare.

He dreamed that he went back to the morning when he went to work in the zoo. He arrived at the zoo a lot earlier in order not to be late, and no one queued to enter the zoo.

The night's invitees disappeared, no uncle, no thief, no Mergwynns, no Preacher Psalm Thirteen.

He dreamed that he waited at the entrance of the zoo trembling for nearly two hours, and a conductor he didn't know finally came to work, and laughed at him for coming so early, because the zoo was not open yet, everyone arrived before nine o'clock of.

Chen Yan entered the zoo, but the hunting night was not happening in the zoo.

Everything works horribly.

Arrived at the tiger area after 10 minutes, but did not see the tiger.

He called the agent according to the employee handbook, and a female voice came from the phone. The female voice told him that the tigers transported from the northern tundra arrived this afternoon, and he was asked to prepare the food for the tigers first, and gave a warning The tone reminded him that Byron Weiss Zoo will not pay overtime pay for employees who take the initiative to work overtime. He does not need to come so early, and intern employees will not be eligible to become regulars because of their diligence.

Chen Yan looked at the empty zoo, but couldn't find where his wish was, so a great fear arose in his heart, and just as the fear deepened, a zoo dressed in black and filled with pale blood appeared in front of him. The director, the head of the garden is standing in the warehouse of the tiger area, in front of him is a bloody experiment bench, on which a young beast can be faintly seen.

When he saw the headmaster, the headmaster turned around, grabbed his head with one hand, made his eyes look at the headmaster's brilliant golden pupils, and the magic sound came into his ears——

"Only continuous exploration in this world can make people have a farther vision.

At that time, you will see that the mountains are not mountains, the sea is not the sea, the sky is not above the head, and the earth is not under the feet.

There is only one meaningful thing in this world: figuring out where we came from, why we went, and where we will end up. "

Shrouded in the shadow of great fear, Chen Yan fell into William Master's golden eyes in a daze. He saw countless selves, countless births, and countless destined deaths.

When the fear of death was superimposed on him every time, Chen Yan couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly woke up!

"Ow!"

He woke up with his own howling of fear, only feeling that the whole bed had been soaked in coldness.

He sat up suddenly from the bed, opened his eyes vigorously, and subconsciously touched his side stiffly.

There is no warm feeling.

There was no chocolate mixed with vanilla in the air either.

Wishes didn't come last night.

He was very disappointed, but only lost, and he quickly got over it.

"It's just a nightmare," he told himself.

When the end of this sentence fell, he had forcibly forgotten everything that happened last night.

Strong control over his emotions made him feel strong, and being strong brought him a sense of security.

'I don't need the company of wishes to comfort me. ' he thought, and overcame the loss that came with it.

He carried his exhausted body from the nightmare to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and after warming his whole body, he finally returned to his normal state.

When the hot water washed over his body, he had already thought about what happened last night and what he should do next.

After leaving the bathroom, he hesitated for a moment, threw the old windbreaker into the trash can, and put on a new gentleman's suit. After subconsciously ignoring that this gentleman's suit was tailor-made for him by his father at home at a high price, he Came to the kitchen, fried a half-pound frozen steak for myself, warmed the milk, sat at the restaurant table and finished eating slowly, threw the plate and cutlery into the modular dishwasher, took out the mobile phone, Called Kosciranford Klapeter.

He didn't say hello as usual, but just said to the other side of the phone:
"Compulsory education cannot be implemented for the time being, we need to change some survival strategies."

A hesitant affirmation came from the phone:
"I think so too. To become competitive and make the night school survive in the mechanical hive at this stage, it must be profitable... But, Mr. Jack Baldo, have you really thought about it? After all, this has nothing to do with you. It was contrary to the original idea.”

Chen Yan replied without hesitation:
"Yes, I have decided to do so and need to meet with you to draw up the new Educational Corporation Articles."

Although the phone caller was still hesitant, he finally agreed.

"Well, Mr. Jack Baldo, how about this morning?"

Chen Yan replied:
"No problem, I'll be there at 08:30."

……

……

An hour later, Chen Yan's night school in District B-6, Perfume Avenue.

"Hi, Jack Baldo."

Facing Chen Yan's handshake ceremony, Dintan Riegiali felt a little uncomfortable.

The other party's aura is too strong, and it's not as "friendly" as Kosciranford Klapeter said.

He cast a "confused" look at the latter, but he got the same confusion from the other's eyes.

He stretched out his hand, and felt a palpitation the moment he shook hands with Chen Yan, so he was even more confused, because he had no idea where the palpitation came from.

Fortunately, he is well-informed, and it's not that he has never experienced such a scene, so he stretched out his hand calmly and shook hands with Chen Yan:

"Hi, I'm Dintan Riegiali. I graduated from the Liberal Studies Department of Paris University on High Street. I came here through the introduction of Senior Ned Roddy. I hope I can help a little."

Out of politeness, Dintan Riegiali met Chen Yan's gaze when he introduced himself. He looked at Chen Yan's gaze, and felt as if he had been seen through by Chen Yan's gaze.

Under such pressured eyes, Dintan Riegiali felt as if he had returned to the time when the school used the campus network to hack into the Yanan City Council and was found out by the principal. At that time, he accepted the principal's questioning and Blame, exactly how it feels now.

But the other party clearly only said his name, and the other party clearly only said greetings!
Dintan Riegiari became careful.

On the side, Kosciranford Klapeter watched the change in the expression of his classmates, and faintly realized something, so some unpleasant changes took place in his mood.

At this time, it is not the opening time of the night school, and the three of them are sitting in the classroom on the first floor of the night school. Under the creation of Kosciranfo Klapeter, the place is no longer as empty as before. The school has the same style, with portraits of famous scientists hanging on the walls, and beautiful and heavy reliefs on the ceiling. All these warm colors make the whole classroom look quite academic.

"Niwan bridge is late, so we start first."

Kosciranfo Krapeter did not explain who [Niwan Bridge] was. He knew that Chen Yan must have heard the name of Niwan Bridge from Ned Roddy.

"From the current situation, once we start normal operations, it only takes three days to starve teachers to death."

Kosciranfo Krapeter told Chen Yan the content of his previous discussion with Dintan Riegiali. (Chapter 816)
And emphatically emphasized the impossibility of continuing to maintain "public welfare"——

"We've already solved the first problem - Niwanqiao established contact with some graduates of our school's Teachers College and reached an initial agreement with them - as long as we can pay the wages."

Chen Yan said:

"According to the plan you just made, we can't afford it.

It’s just that teachers’ salaries can’t be paid. In addition, the maintenance of school buildings, the cost of publicity, the purchase of teaching aids, experimental products and practical tools...”

Chen Yan reported ten kinds of expenses in a series:

"Together, it is a sky-high price."

He went on to say:

"I can't afford the cost."

The other two were not surprised by this answer. As they expected, Mr. Jack Baldo is just a businessman. A businessman will always do what a businessman should do, and investment without return is not what a businessman should do. .

Now that Chen Yan's thoughts have been determined, the other two have no scruples. Dintan Riegiali said from the side:
"So, our first plan is to attract investment sponsorship - there are some nobles among my classmates, I can borrow some money from them as the school's initial operating funds, and it is also counted as their equity investment.

There are two disadvantages in this way. First, the school no longer belongs to Mr. Bardo, and the opinions of my noble classmates must be considered when making decisions. Second, the school must be profitable, so students can no longer be treated with the current welfare. Yes, tuition fees must be charged. "

Dintan Riegiali added:
"Of course, we can ensure that the teaching content is genuine skills, practical knowledge that enables students to master a skill and make a living with it."

Chen Yan asked curiously:
“If you do this—you pull investment entirely by yourself, why don’t you rent your own house and open a vocational school that is entirely your own?
In this way, the whole matter has nothing to do with me, and you can have more independent decision-making power, so you don't have to spend so much talking with me now.

That being the case, why are you still discussing this matter with me? "

The two looked at each other, and Kosciranford Klapeter said seriously:

"We discussed this question and came up with an answer:
We believe that those who publish those articles in the forum will be an idealist, and they will work hard for their ideals and put them into practice. "

Chen Yan nodded:

"Then, I don't think the first plan is feasible. The consequences of pure commercialization are obvious—it becomes a night school for ordinary vocational schools, and will make forced changes because it competes with other training schools in the mechanical hive for students. And such a change would be purely for profit, not for teaching practical knowledge - which is completely contrary to the original intention of my establishment of the evening school."

After hearing this, the other two relaxed a little. They thought to themselves that although Mr. Jack Baldo's aura was a bit strong today, other than his aura, other aspects seemed to have not changed.

Chen Yan said:

"First, night schools need to be profitable, and they must be self-sufficient. As long as they rely on pure blood transfusions for a living, they will be in danger of closing down one day. Then, we will refer to the market to formulate fee standards, and use the gimmicks of famous school teachers to attract students to enroll.

Second, the current operation needs money. I will take care of this matter. You are now connecting with the students of the Teachers College. First determine the personnel, and it is best to sign a contract. You can decide the salary. Tomorrow night at the latest This first phase of investment is in hand. "

Kosciranfo Klapeter says:
"At least 1361 pounds, which can help us get through the current investment stage."

The amount is huge and can be called sky-high price. I don’t know how it was calculated.

Chen Yan didn't ask, but just said:
"understood."

The three of them discussed it for the time being, and Kosciranfo Krapeter sent Chen Yan out.

On the streets of Perfume Avenue, Kosciranfork Krabiet suddenly said:

"Mr. Bardo, please don't use synaesthesia on people casually."

Chen Yan turned her head, looked into the eyes of Kosciranford Klapeter, and did not speak.

The silence made the look at each other very long, and the prolonged time allowed the depression between the two to ferment.

Kosciranfo Klapeter didn't know why the other party was so upright. He obviously pryed into other people's privacy and did such an immoral thing, but he didn't even have the slightest bit of shame. Instead, his eyes were so calm and calm.

This is not the same Mr. Jack Baldo that Cossie Ranford Clapeter once knew!
Under the fierce gaze of the other party, Kosciranfo Klapeter was almost defeated.

Just when he wanted to beg for mercy by looking away, the other party finally said:

"Okay, Ke, I see."

There is not even a word like "transfer an apology".

Kosciranford Krapeter looked at the back of Chen Yan disappearing into the sea of ​​people, and some thoughts emerged in his mind, and he had a more accurate understanding of reality, and had a further understanding of "retaining Mr. Jack Baldo's admission qualification" Thinking, and thus becoming vigilant, he thought, no matter what, he had to keep a "back door" out - in the night school, keep a back door that could counter Mr. Jack Baldo.

……

……

After Chen Yan left Perfume Street, he came to an empty street corner and called Awei.

Unexpectedly, after dialing, it was not Ah Wei's voice on the other side of the phone.

"You are Chen Yan."

It's Imperial with a Suka British accent.

Chen Yan was thoughtful and asked:

"Who are you."

The voice of the other party is still calm, but the content of the speech is not so calm:
"Your little brother shipped goods on our site, his hands and feet were not clean, and he left a hand behind. You can take the money to get the person and the hand."

The other party reported the location of the block in a still calm tone, and hung up the phone.

Chen Yan's eyes did not change, but he opened the address book and dialed Thomas Gilbert's number.

"Help me kill a few people."