Super Connoisseur

Ma Qiang shrunk his neck and dared not speak. The whole man was nailed in place like a stake.

Zhang Feng smiled, motioned that Ma Qiang was fine and followed Yan Lao to the office building.

So early, there were not many people in the school, and there were few teachers in the teaching building. Zhang Feng heard quiet voices around all the way, and there was basically no one.

Yan Lao kept silent in front, took Zhang Feng directly to the innermost office on the third floor, opened the door and strode in.

"Tell me, what's going on? Is what's said outside true?" Yan Lao took out his pipe, took it in his mouth and lit the cut tobacco inside.

"Now the main thing is that I don't know what people outside say, so now I can't answer what you say if you ask me," Zhang Feng told the truth. He really just knew the news, and he hasn't heard the news outside.

Yan took two puffs of smoke and snorted coldly: "what's said outside? I tell you, now the school side has been very angry. The impact of this matter is too great. Now if you are willing to say, you should hurry up and talk about what's going on. If you don't say it, you'll be expelled from the school!"

Zhang Feng was surprised that such a small matter had been involved in dismissal? According to common sense, it should be impossible. Hitting a person is at most a little compensation, which still means that the other party is in the case of perverse theory.

However, now that Yan Lao has directly said the degree of dismissal, it must have something to do with Qualcomm's Secret evil.

Zhang Feng is not stupid. He thought of the problems when he moved his head.

"Yan Lao, this is definitely a misunderstanding. I haven't done anything, but I bumped into a person when I left school yesterday, and I was still careless." Zhang Feng told the truth. He still doesn't know what the purpose of Qualcomm and Zhou Wei is. Now it's better to make things clear to Yan Lao.

Yan Lao frowned, lowered his head and held a cigar in his mouth, and occasionally looked at Zhang Feng's direction.

"You guarantee that what you just said is true and doesn't mean to lie to me?" old Yan stared at Zhang Feng seriously and didn't give Zhang Feng a chance to lie at all.

Zhang Feng's eyes were firm and did not waver at all.

Yan nodded and knocked his pipe.

"If that's the case, I know how to help you in this matter. Well, don't say anything about it for the time being. I'll help you mediate. I don't know to what extent, but you should be prepared. It may take some price to solve this matter." old Yan put his pipe in his pocket, Stand up and wave to indicate that Zhang Feng can go out.

Zhang Feng didn't understand what Yan Lao meant. He agreed with interest, turned and walked out of the office. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Yan Lao.

"Old Yan, do you just believe what I said?"

Yan Lao looked out of the window and didn't look back. His voice came from his mouth: "you are my student. Since I have recognized you, I naturally know your character. I believe you didn't lie. I can help you in this matter. As long as you can bear the price at that time."

Zhang Feng thought about the price for a long time. There seems to be nothing except losing money. Although Zhang Feng doesn't want to compensate, it is estimated that this matter wants to calm down. This is also the best way. Moreover, Zhang Feng really doesn't want to continue to entangle with them, because it doesn't make any sense at all.

Zhang Feng turned and left Yan Lao's office and walked out of the teaching building.

Ma Qiang had been waiting outside for a long time. When he saw Zhang Feng coming out, he ran up and spit out a cigarette with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Well, master, what did old Yan say? Will he help you?" Ma Qiang was more concerned about the final result.

With Yan's help, Zhang Feng really couldn't think of any more problems: "there should be no problem. Don't worry. We can go to class."

"Do you mean to ask Yan Lao to help you, master?" Ma Qiang suddenly pulled Zhang Feng and his expression became dignified.

Zhang Feng looked at Ma Qiang suspiciously. At this time, in addition to old Yan being able to help him, he really didn't know who could help him.

"Master, do you really or falsely don't know? Don't scare me!"

Zhang Feng was stunned. He didn't understand what Ma Qiang said at all.

Ma Qiang threw his cigarette butt to the ground and spit out a mouthful of green smoke. He said pointlessly, "master, you are really my own master. I really doubt how you entered North China University and didn't do any homework before you came. You are more casual than me. I convinced you!"

Zhang Feng really wanted to come up to Ma Qiang and say, "if you have something to say directly, how can there be so much nonsense?"

Ma Qiang shrunk his neck and stuck out his tongue: "don't you know that if Yan Lao helps you, you will lose the opportunity to study with Yan Lao in the future?"

"What?" Zhang Feng was really told this time, and he never thought of such consequences.

"There have long been such rules in North China University, especially the three old professors, Yan Lao. Because of their great fame, there are too many people running towards them, including some rich second generation or some powerful family children. Children like this are generally troublesome, and professors naturally can't manage it, so they have determined this rule, as long as there is something to teach Ma Qiang patiently explained to Zhang Feng, saying that he was blushing and had a thick neck, as if he was about to be removed.

Zhang Feng frowned. The price was too high. He really didn't think about it before. Now he heard that Zhang Feng's first thought was that such a thing must not happen!

"Ma Qiang, you go back to class first. I'll find Yan Lao!"

With that, Zhang Feng turned and ran to the office building.

When he got to Yan's office, Zhang Feng didn't see Yan's figure. Zhang Feng clicked in his heart and ran upstairs without thinking.

Sure enough, old Yan is in the dean's office. There are many people in the office, at least more than a dozen.

"What this means is that my son was beaten in vain? Will such a thing happen in a famous university like North China University? If it comes out, will North China University face?"

As soon as Zhang Feng ran to the door, he heard the sound from inside. He couldn't help stopping and eavesdropping outside the door.

Zhang Feng doesn't have this habit, but going in now will only add chaos. It's hard for old Yan to deal with it.

"Of course, of course, we will solve this matter. We will never let such a thing develop. Beating people in school is a big event. We must deal with it seriously. Don't be angry. There will be no matter if Mr. Gao is here." a flattering voice came out, and Zhang Feng hasn't heard it. I don't know who said it.

"Don't mention me. I just came here to see what kind of attitude the school I invested in would be. As long as you can handle it, I'll just listen here." a gentle voice came out, and Zhang Feng can be sure that this must be the Gao family.

Zhang Feng's anger doesn't come when he thinks of Qualcomm, but if he is strictly blamed, the culprit has nothing to do with Qualcomm, but Zhou Wei.

"It seems that we should find an opportunity to completely drive Zhou Wei out of my sight. It's really a hidden danger to circle around me like a fly." Zhang Feng shook his fist and had a cruel idea in his heart.

"Zhang Feng beat people. Now the other party is still in hospital. A freshman dares to be so lawless. If it is spread, we don't need the face of North China University. The dignity is no longer. Therefore, old Yan, you must not intervene in this matter. If such bad students are in our school, they will only affect the reputation of our school!"

"What's this? Whether Zhang Feng hit people or not has not been investigated clearly. You have come to such a conclusion. Is this what we should do in North China University?" the old voice finally came out, and Zhang Feng's heart began to raise.

"Yan Lao means that Zhang Feng can't handle it?" the former Mr. Gao spoke again.

"That's not true. If Zhang Feng really did something wrong, it's natural to deal with it, but now the matter has not been investigated clearly. Such a hasty treatment of a freshman may also affect the freshmen's impression of North China University. Any unrest is not good for our school." Yan's words are mild, but the top people have nothing to say.

"Zhang Feng!"

Suddenly, a voice came out behind Zhang Feng. Zhang Feng was startled and turned around quickly.

Qualcomm and Zhou Wei walked in front, followed by several people, walking towards the office step by step.

"Who?"

The people in the office also heard the sound. There was a hurried footsteps and opened the door.

Knowing that it was impossible to eavesdrop, Zhang Feng simply stepped back and stood at the door.

The door was opened by a middle-aged man in his forties. He was fat and not tall. He only reached the neck of Zhang Feng. There were a pair of eyes the size of mung beans.

"Who are you? What are you doing at the door of the dean's office?"

"Good teacher, I am..."

"Director Liu, this is Zhang Feng, the initiator of yesterday's beating!" Qualcomm stepped forward and said after passing Zhang Feng.

"Zhang Feng? You're Zhang Feng!" the fat man stared at Zhang Feng with round eyes and looked up and down: "you're a brave boy. You learned to hit people at the beginning of school. I really don't know how you came to school. Just in time, I saved my time to find you. Come in!"

Qualcomm sneered, looked at Zhang Feng with disdain, and took the people into the office.

Zhang Feng scratched his head and followed. Now Zhang Feng knows that things are much more serious than he thought.

Entering the office, Zhang Feng saw Yan Lao sitting next to him at a glance, staring at himself with a dignified face.

Zhang Feng scratched his head in embarrassment and went to Yan Lao without talking.

"Well, now that everyone is here, everyone, we can start talking about what we want to do about this matter." director Liu leaned against the door and stared at the people around him.

Zhang Feng gave a casual glance. There were at least more than 20 people across the street. They obviously came for themselves. If it really started, a strict old man couldn't hold it down. It seems that they want to fire themselves.

"What else to say? Fire, fire the person who hit, otherwise, there is no way to solve this matter!"