I can see the commodity price curve

But Zhang Yue soon put the matter aside.

In any case, it is a good thing to get the support of Bangkok No. 8 Middle School.

Although Bangkok No. 1 Middle School has performed poorly in recent years, it is still large in size and has 3,000 students.

Although 3,000 students are working hard, it should be possible to accomplish it if 10,000 supporters are gathered.

But having one more school always provides an extra layer of insurance.

Patting Wu Qingshan on the shoulder, Zhang Yue told him about how he had settled the matter with No. 1 Middle School. Wu Qingshan was stunned.

I went through a lot of hardships and almost broke my legs to finally get into a school, and this was just by luck.

As a result, Zhang Yue easily took over Bangkok No. 1 Middle School?

Zhang Yue smiled and said, “Okay, now that the school issue has been resolved, it’s time to make our move.

I now appoint you as the Dean of Academic Affairs of Bangkok No. 1 Middle School and Bangkok No. 8 Middle School, and you will be in charge of all educational reform issues in the two schools."

Wu Qingshan was stunned: "What? Let me take charge of education?

Mr. Zhang, no, you can let me sell the Juewei series, but I really can’t do the education part.”

Zhang Yue looked at him: "No, you can do it."

Seeing Zhang Yue's firm tone, Wu Qingshan was a little stunned: "Really? Did you see that I am a rare genius in education management?"

Zhang Yue looked at him strangely: "Why do you think so?
I appointed you as the director of the Academic Affairs Office because I have no other choice but you.

This is called "There is no great general in Shu, Liao Hua is the vanguard, don't think so highly of yourself."

Wu Qingshan: “…”

Bangkok No.1 Middle School.

When Zhang Yue and Wu Qingshan arrived at Bangkok No. 1 Middle School, he found that this school was completely different from what he had expected.

Clean and tidy teaching buildings, a spacious playground, and the sound of orderly reading create a thriving scene everywhere.

The atmosphere here is great, even better than most secondary schools in China, so how come it ranks tenth from the bottom?

Zhang Yue was a little confused.

An hour later, Wu Qingshan couldn't help but ask, "Why hasn't the principal Songpa come yet?
It's already more than half an hour late."

Zhang Yue took out his cell phone. It was now 9:48 am.

The two of them agreed to meet at nine in the morning.

Could it be that this guy cheated me out of two hundred thousand and ran away?

He was about to call the other party when he heard a voice behind him saying, "Sorry, I'm late.

It’s mainly because of traffic jams on the roads.”

Zhang Yue turned his head and saw Songpa as expected.

Then he frowned, and saw that Songpa's face was pale, his eye sockets were sunken, and his expression was haggard.

Especially his eyes were dull. Although he looked a little unkempt yesterday, at least he was in good spirits.

So what happened that night?
Zhang Yue couldn't help but ask: "Are you okay?"

Songpa chuckled and patted his chest vigorously: "How could it be possible? I'm in good health!
Let’s go into the school.”

I followed the other person to the comprehensive building, and a woman who looked a bit like the rabbit spirit in Journey to the West appeared at the stairs.

When Songpa saw her, he immediately said, "Mint, you must immediately notify all the school leaders to come to my office for a meeting."

Zhang Yue was not surprised by the name Mint.

Thai women like to name their children after various things they see in life, and most of them are very down-to-earth when translated.

For example, the two Thai waiters in the hotel where Zhang Yue stayed were named Flour and Clear Sky.

Compared with those two, the woman in front of me, named Bohe, is pretty good.

Unexpectedly, when Bohe saw Songpa, she didn't look happy at all: "You still remember to come back?

I thought you died in some stinky ditch!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Zhang Yue saw that the other person's expression was all strange. He had to admit that this guy was quite brave, speaking to the principal so blatantly.

But Songpa was not angry at all, he chuckled and said: "Look at you, no matter what, I am still the principal of Bangkok No. 1 Middle School.

Even if you don't look at the monks, you should at least give me some face, right?"

Mint glared and said, "Saving face for you? Okay!

Where is my salary? You have been in arrears for eight months. If you don't give it to me, do you believe I will make sure you never see the sun tomorrow?"

Hearing this, Songpa was instantly frightened.

He laughed dryly: "Look at you, as the saying goes, money is something outside of one's body. Given our relationship, isn't it inappropriate for you to talk about money when you meet?"

Bohe didn't say anything and picked up the phone directly: "Shitou, Songpa is back to school, call a few more people to block him at the gate..."

Before she finished speaking, Songpa quickly snatched the phone and hung up: "Look at you, why are you so impulsive after just a few words?
Did I say I won't pay you? It's only eight months' salary, which is nothing to me.

Why did I ask you to call all the senior officials of the school?
It’s very simple, we just need to settle everyone’s wages.”

Mint looked at him in surprise: "Really?"

"Of course, why would I lie to you!"

"Okay then!" Bohe picked up her phone and started editing. Looking at her phone interface, she should be sending a message to the group.

Soon, a bunch of people responded.

Bohe looked at the page on his phone quietly, then walked aside to make a phone call, probably to contact those who did not see the group message.

Songpa saw Zhang Yue staring at him strangely, and he looked a little embarrassed: "Our school has always been short of funds, and it is inevitable that there will be some small conflicts between teachers.

Excuse me, excuse me."

Zhang Yue suddenly asked: "Since your school has a teacher group, can't you just post messages in the group directly?"

That's what's weird about him.

Songpa could avoid an argument with Bohe and avoid being scolded by Bohe simply by sending a message through the group chat.

“Well, I’m not in the group.”

"Ah? Not in the group?" Zhang Yue was stunned. "Did they kick you out?"

"That's not the case. I left the group on my own."

"You quit the group yourself?" Zhang Yue understood something instantly.

It is estimated that Songpa was scolded in the group every day because of the issue of withholding teachers' salaries, and he had to quit the group in order to have some peace and quiet.

Of course, this was a matter between the other party and the school and had nothing to do with himself, so Zhang Yue was too lazy to ask more questions.

Several people came to the principal's office and sat down, and soon someone knocked on the door.

The other person was a bald middle-aged man. When he saw Songpa, he smiled and said, "Principal, you are here?"

Songpa nodded, turned around and introduced to Zhang Yue: "This is Huang Zhiwei, the vice principal of Bangkok No. 1 Middle School.

Generally speaking, he is responsible for coordinating and arranging all matters, big or small, at Bangkok No. 1 Middle School.”

Zhang Yue was stunned and looked at the bald man with a surprised expression.

It is hard to imagine hearing such an artistic name in a foreign country.

Judging from Huang Zhiwei's appearance, he is definitely a native Thai, not an overseas Chinese.

Zhang Yue quickly greeted him: "Hello, Principal Huang."

Before Huang Zhiwei could speak, more people came over.

Soon, about ten people gathered in Songpa's office.

The last person to come in was Bohe. She slammed the door shut and looked at Songpa.

Songpa laughed and said, "Now that everyone is here, let me introduce someone to you."

He pointed at Zhang Yue and said, “This is Mr. Zhang, the owner of a food factory.

Of course, Boss Zhang not only makes delicious food, but also has his own unique experience in education. In the next three months, he became the principal of our Bangkok No. 1 Middle School.

During these three months, all school matters must be arranged by Principal Zhang.

In short, you do whatever he tells you to do, understand?"

Zhang Yue waited for him to finish speaking, then immediately took a step forward and said, “Hello everyone, it is my honor to be the acting principal of Bangkok No. 1 Middle School.

I hope that in the next period of time, we can work together to improve the teaching quality of Bangkok No. 1 Middle School."

However, after hearing his words, the dozen or so people in front of him all stood still.

Finally, it was Huang Zhiwei who spoke up: "Boss Zhang, right? If I'm not mistaken, you should be the one who contacted all the middle schools in the Jiuling Palace area recently, right?"

Zhang Yue nodded: "Yes, it's me."

Huang Zhiwei said: "I see, but I'm sorry, we refuse to cooperate.

As for the reason, it's simple.

Bangkok No. 1 High School has its own teaching philosophy and teaching traditions, especially the teaching traditions, which will not be changed by anyone. "

Then he looked at Songpa and said, "Even if you have the support of Principal Songpa, it won't work."

Zhang Yue was stunned. He never expected the other party to be so direct. He couldn't help but ask, "Since Principal Songpa is not capable, what about the support of Milin Luang Pu Koon?"

"Milin Luang Phor Koon will never support you, even if Sompha is his uncle."

Zhang Yue's heart sank; he realized that he had been overthinking things.

Turning his head to look at Songpa, he was about to say something, but he heard Songpa say to the people in front of him:
"I say, everyone, it's time to stop worrying about so-called traditions."

He looked at Huang Zhiwei: "If I remember correctly, the school still hasn't paid you for one year and three months, right?"

Huang Zhiwei nodded: "Why, are you going to pay me now?"

Songpa spread his hands and said, "How is that possible?

You know how poor I am. Where can I get the money to give you?

But Boss Zhang is different.

Your salary is just a drop in the ocean in his eyes. If he lets a little slip through his fingers, he can give you not only your salary but also your year-end bonus.”

After saying that, he looked at everyone and said, “You used to come to my house every now and then to ask for my salary, and when I didn’t give it to you, you even smashed our windows.

Now I have brought someone who can pay you wages. You can refuse it, but you can’t blame me if you can’t get your wages in the future.”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked at each other in surprise.

Songpa chuckled and said, "Now anyone who objects to my decision can just leave."

Everyone looked at Huang Zhiwei, and seeing that he didn't move, they didn't move either.

Seeing this, Songpa said, "In this case, from now on, Boss Zhang, you are your principal."

"Wait!" Huang Zhiwei interrupted again.

"Why, you still have questions?"

Huang Zhiwei said: "I have no doubts, but if you want us to obey, you must first settle the wages."

Songpa smiled and turned to look at Zhang Yue: "Boss Zhang, what do you think?"

Zhang Yue nodded and said, "This is easy. Principal Songpa, please settle their wages."

Songpa looked at Zhang Yue with a strange expression: "Ah, you want me to pay them their wages?"

"Yes, didn't we agree in advance that I would bear all the expenses for the school's renovation? During the three months that I was the principal, I could also pay the salaries of all the faculty and staff.

But it does not include the money I owed before.

You can't owe each of them one million, so I have to invest another 10 or 20 million, right?"

Songpa nodded: "I know this, but the problem is that I don't have any money now!"

Zhang Yue was puzzled: "No money, didn't I just transfer 200,000 yuan to you yesterday?"

"You're talking about that!

After I got the money you transferred to me, I went to the casino to play a few rounds and lost it all. "

Zhang Yue: "..."

He looked at this guy with a dark face.

No wonder he looked pale and haggard when I met him before.

It turns out I didn’t sleep the whole night last night.

With a helpless sigh, Zhang Yue said to Huang Zhiwei, "How much salary does Principal Songpa owe you in total?"

Huang Zhiwei turned his head to look at Bo He, and Bo He took out a document from his bag:
"This is the list of salaries owed to all faculty and staff by the school. It contains detailed records. You can investigate at will."

Zhang Yue reached out to take it, and his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

Because all the wages added up to more than 8 million.

This is not difficult to understand, as Bangkok No. 1 Middle School has more than a hundred faculty and staff.

If a teacher is paid 5,000 yuan a month, the amount would be 60,000 yuan if the payment is in arrears for one year.

One hundred teachers is six million.

Seeing Zhang Yue fall into deep thought, everyone couldn't help but become nervous.

That’s eight million. Most small and medium-sized companies don’t have that much in their entire market value.

Is Zhang Yue really willing to come out?

Finally, Zhang Yue raised his head and looked at Songpa: "Principal Songpa, don't tell me that you lost all the 8 million in gambling?"

Songpa smiled awkwardly: "How is that possible? The most I can lose is six million."

"Really? You used the remaining two million to buy a house and a car."

"It's not that the remaining two million is the interest generated by the large losses."

Zhang Yue: "..."

No wonder people like Huang Zhiwei would come to your house to collect debts and even smash your windows.

After a long while, he said, "I'm sorry, my money didn't come from the wind.

Being willing to give out two hundred thousand as an education fund for your school is the limit of what I can do.

So you better figure it out on your own!"

He stood up and was about to leave, but Songpa quickly pulled him back and said, "Don't!

Boss Zhang, I know you are rich, and a few million is just a drop in the bucket for you.

You must help, please help!"

After saying this, he looked at Huang Zhiwei and others with a vigilant look.

He had a premonition that if he didn't settle the issue of the wages owed to these people today, he would never be able to leave this office.

Zhang Yue looked at him and said, "It's not impossible for me to help you. I can lend you this money for a while.

But you have to pay this money back."

"Don't worry, as long as you help me, I will definitely return the money to you." Songpa spoke quickly.

"But the question is how are you going to pay it back?"

"This..." Songpa was stunned. What he said just now was just perfunctory. How would he know where to raise the eight million for the other party?
After thinking for a while, Songpa suddenly had an idea: "How about I introduce my niece Milin to you?

She is Luang Pu Koon of Jiulin Palace, who is highly respected and has the final say.

If she marries you, it should be worth at least eight million, right? "

Zhang Yue looked at this guy with a strange expression.

If Milin knew that her seventh uncle said such things, she would find someone to beat him to death.

(End of this chapter)