Please make money.

There is only one Lele sister in the entire Bingxin Middle School! That is me, An Lele!

Alia's ears moved slightly, and she whistled when she heard the faint sound of sirens coming from outside.

An Lele threw the brick towards the person next to him, who caught it subconsciously, not knowing why, but just felt it was hot.

But when I looked over, I saw An Lele squatting on the ground, yelling without any emotion -

"Ah - stop hitting me - it hurts -"

...?

The confused boys looked at each other and took a step, only to hear the rooftop door behind them being slammed open.

A group of security guards, wearing riot gear and looking as if they were facing a powerful enemy, shouted at the top of their lungs: "Stop! Stop it all!!"

The boy holding the brick turned around subconsciously, and saw a semicircular steel fork poking towards him.

"???"

……

……

"I didn't! She really was the one who beat us!"

"You hit them and you don't allow them to fight back? What kind of logic is that!"

"She hit us first! First—"

"So you mean, she—" The Dean pointed at the crying Alia: "One person! Found you! On the rooftop, beat up the four of you!"

"Yes!" F4 nodded repeatedly. That's right, that's it!

"Then they asked you to call people, and you called 30 or 40 students."

"Yeah! That's right!"

"Then you, thirty or forty students, drugged two girls on the rooftop—and locked the door—and you—"

The Dean of Studies felt that if he continued, he would be breaking the rules. He slammed the table in front of him, his face flushed with anger and his eyes bloodshot: "Do you think that you can treat everyone as an idiot just because your family is rich? Huh?! Four people! Two boys were locked in a corner by you with chairs - two girls were caught by you and almost caused a disaster -"

As he spoke, he slammed the table and found that all the evidence had fallen to the ground. He quickly picked up two mobile phones and said, "And these! And with these girls! Beating people! Beating in the toilet! Kicking in the dormitory! You all know - you - you -"

My goodness! Alia quickly wiped her crocodile tears and went to support the dean who was actually quite righteous except for being a little greedy. He was so angry that he bent over...

After a while of emergency treatment, the dean patted his chest and calmed down: "It's hopeless... These scum... All of them are hopeless..."

Alia patted his back and said, "Don't be angry, Director Wang. No one wants this kind of thing to happen."

No one really wants something like this to happen, but whether he wants it or not, he has to take the responsibility this time!

Not only him, if this matter gets out of hand, the social pressure will be enough to cause the entire Bing Xin Middle School to collapse suddenly.

Director Wang seemed to have a last burst of energy and grabbed Ailia's hand. "Student Ai, this matter... this matter, they will give you an explanation. We promise that they will give you a satisfactory explanation! Don't tell your elders at home!"

It had only been half a day since Fatty Zheng sent the people over, and these four children who had relatives upstairs were almost raped by someone gambling on the rooftop.

Director Wang put himself in the other person's shoes and felt that he would not be able to suppress his anger unless he turned Bingxin Middle School upside down.

Alia, who was like a naive person, looked around awkwardly: "I... I think it's better to tell my parents... or let them tell my parents..."

"Where are your father and mother employed now?"

Alia pointed to the ceiling and said nothing.

Director Wang’s eyes went dark, but fortunately, the hurried voices in the corridor brought him back to his senses.

Qian Shao, the eldest of the campus F4, looked back and jumped up in surprise: "Dad! Mom!"

Alia also jumped up in shock: "Mr. Qian?"

Mr. Qian, one of the 18 founding shareholders of the Ai Group who wished to remain anonymous, was so frightened that he almost fell down from his seat.

“Miss?!!”

"..."

112-Dragon King Temple is still going

Big big big - what's so big! Big big roll?

Ailia made a "tsk" sound in annoyance. It seemed that this play could not go on.

Ai Rulong's eighteen close ministers in those days might not have been capable enough but they were extremely loyal. They were willing to sell their belongings to follow Ai Rulong till the end, which left a great story in the business world.

Such a guy might not have much faith in Alia after the disappearance of Ai Rulong and his wife.

But to say that they treated Alia as an enemy without any mercy at all, that would be too ridiculous...

In other words, whether the campus F4 actively bullied Alia or was passively bullied by Alia, it has nothing to do with the elders in the family. It is purely their own brain damage.

After all, if they knew Alia's identity, the campus F4 would at least keep their distance from this young lady.

If they were obedient, they would come over and be my younger brother - isn't this just a flood that has flushed the Dragon King Temple?

Alia smacked her lips, recalled the name of F4, and found that it really matched the name of the Eighteen Shareholders.

Zhao, Qian, Sun, Li, Zhou, Wu, Zheng, Wang, Feng, Chen, Chu, Wei...

My goodness, if you don’t think about it, you won’t know. Once you think about it, you will be shocked - is the background of this world so perfunctory?

Are you bullying me because I don’t know the Hundred Family Surnames?

"Miss, why are you here..."

Qian always had a bad feeling, and when he saw his son hanging his head with a look of devastation on his face, this bad feeling was intensified.

"Miss, I heard that my son bullied - ahem - offended some classmates in school... Could it be..."

"Yes, it's me. Do you have any objection?" Alia said with dead eyes: "Your son is so arrogant, isn't he? He's a school bully. If he doesn't agree with someone, he will bring dozens of his followers to the rooftop to block people."

"..."

Mr. Qian looked back at his son and had the illusion that it would be better to give birth to a piece of barbecued pork than to give birth to him.

If I had known, I should have shot him against the wall! What a loser - if you want to die, don't drag your father into this!

This is our boss! How dare you treat your boss like this... huh?

Mr. Qian seemed to have thought of something and looked at Alia in confusion: "But Miss, aren't you already in college?"

"This is not the place to talk." Alia stood up: "Let's talk somewhere else. Did you drive here?"

“…It’s open.”

"Walk--"

……

……

Mr. Qian’s car is not of the same level as Ai Ruhu’s or Ai Rulin’s, and it comes with a dedicated driver.

He drives an Audi A8, but he drives it himself, so it's obvious that although he looks so glamorous, he actually lives quite frugally.

Come to think of it, after all, the Ai Group's property department is said to be the one in charge, but in fact they are only responsible for the operation of their own part and do not have full control.

This is equivalent to the fiefdoms in ancient times. In theory, the king of the fiefdom was the master of each fiefdom, but in reality the central government had to send someone like the prime minister to take charge, and the king was just a figurehead.

If it were a strong man like Third Master Ai Rulin, he could achieve unity between the upper and lower levels and make Alia feel that the vassal of my vassal is not my vassal, but the property department cannot do this yet.

Mr. Qian carefully drove the four people to a place. When he looked up, he found that it was actually a hot spring resort hotel.

"Miss, this is..."

"Hotel." Alia pulled her collar and said, "I thought I could give him a good beating, but he turned out to be one of my own. I'm too lazy to do it. I'll just take a shower to cool off first."

Your habit is quite unique, Mr. Qian muttered to himself, and saw a heavyweight figure coming out of the hotel. His size occupied an entire revolving door.

"Girl, why are you here?"

"Good sister, I'm here to relax. Don't you welcome me, sister?"

"Hahaha, how can that be true? How can a hotel not welcome guests? You came just in time. We just replaced a group of SPA girls today. They were transferred from the beauty salon and their skills are very good!"

Although Miss Kong didn't know why Alia came to patronize the business again, it wasn't like she didn't want to pay. The fact that so many acquaintances came proved that her hotel was good!

Mr. Qian waited on us like a hawk and it took several hours before we started to talk about the matter.

In the separate hot spring pool in the back garden, An Lele was playing a water fight with Xiaojie in her swimsuit, Sister Jing was micro-managing the company's affairs remotely, Alia was resting on a lounge chair with two slices of cucumber covering her face, and President Qian was standing cautiously beside her like a butler.

"Mr. Qian, please sit down. How was your rest?"

To be fair, Alia didn't make things difficult for him. She even paid for him to rest in the hotel out of her own pocket.

The poor customer service representative's salary was gone in just over a month. Alia even used her savings to make up for the shortfall...

But Mr. Qian is always feeling anxious and uncomfortable!

If this causes trouble, your boss will slam the table and scold you angrily, but the matter will basically be over after that. You should make some changes and smooth things over. At least you will have some idea of ​​what is going on.

But if your boss takes you to a one-stop hot spring spa with a friendly face and asks you if you are happy, then you must be nervous, thinking that a big disaster is about to happen.

Mr. Qian sat down halfway, and behind him were the F4 with their heads hanging down - the F4's families knew each other, and now Mr. Qian was their half-father, the kind that they shared.

"Miss, this matter..."

"This is my fault." Alia picked a cucumber and chewed it, then turned her head to glance at the pitiful F4: "I didn't expect they were our children."

"Right, right, right!" When Mr. Qian heard this tone, he felt relieved and rushed to take action: "Quick! Call Miss! Admit your mistake!"

F4 looked at each other, unwillingly but not daring to say anything, stepped forward, bowed, and apologized insincerely, their voices were so small and listless, like the buzz of a mosquito.

"Mr. Qian, do you know why I came here?"

"This...why?"

"My sister, Ai Liyu, is the only daughter of my third uncle and is studying in Bingxin School."

"Ah - I really didn't know that!" Mr. Qian was shocked. It turned out that they were so close?

"But my sister was bullied, in school. She was blocked in the stairwell by classmates, kicked, slapped, spat on, and had ink and expired yogurt poured on her..."

Mr. Qian was terrified when he heard this, and looked at his son with shock in his eyes - you (TM) have done such a thing? !

"Every time my sister gets bullied, she comes here to take a bath and soak in the hot springs to relax, pretending nothing happened and never telling her family when she gets home."

Ailia did not hide anything from the other party. It would be better to say that she did not think there was anything to hide, so she told the whole story.

"I was worried that someone was targeting my uncle, so I went to check it out myself and wanted to make a big deal out of it. Mr. Qian, you know, it's useless to tell the school about these things. If you say it's school bullying, they will just hesitate and cover it up. But if you make it known to everyone, they will think it's better to intervene."

Alia's original intention was to make things worse today and then find someone to change his identity and come to the school to put pressure on them.

You don't even have to make a big deal out of it. You can just bring some money or gifts and block the school gate, name the bullies and give them gifts, and just ask them not to bully your child.

A few reporters came over and took pictures of him in the face. This matter could make the dean of Bingxin Middle School angry, and naturally it would also make the school directors of Bingxin Middle School feel like a thorn in their backs and a fishbone stuck in their throats.

However, he didn't expect that the person he met was a shareholder director of the group, and also an old subordinate of his father. Naturally, he could not use F4 as a stepping stone now.

Mr. Qian broke out in a cold sweat after hearing this. He was not worried about his child's future or the school's reaction, but was shocked that Alia could have such a sophisticated "scheming" at her age.

The young man, full of youth and recklessness, holds the power of life and death over the group and has hundreds of billions of capital.

No matter how willful or domineering such a rich girl's temper is, it is understandable, and it can even be said that it is normal.

If you are not passionate, what can you call a young person? Expecting an 18-year-old girl to act like a 38-year-old conspirator?

But when Ailia mentioned her plan lightly, Mr. Qian imagined the scene and could even foresee the embarrassing posture of the Bingxin Middle School in front of reporters and angry parents.

People don't even ask you to be in charge of the school. They just ask you to help transfer protection fees and gifts, just asking you not to beat their children. How corrupt must your school be?

Even though they know that this is a move by high emotional intelligence, can the audience who just want to enjoy the show and eat more melons still give Bing Xin Middle School a five-star rating?

If a private school cannot even guarantee the most basic safety of its students' growth, then no matter how strong its faculty and hardware are, it is all nonsense. Even if you want your children to become successful, you would not send them to such a place.

"This... Miss, you..." Mr. Qian wiped his sweat, not knowing whether it was because the hot spring water was too hot or because he was anxious: "How about I come forward and talk to the school about this?"

Alia glanced at him: "Then Qian always thinks that I can't show up, or is my third uncle not good at speaking?"

It was obvious that Alia wanted to force Bingxin Middle School to lose its temper internally, even if it meant high pressure internally to put an end to these campus bullying incidents.

This kind of thing would have been resolved long ago if we just said useful words - where does something like subjective motivation come from? Mr. Qian, as a company manager, don't you know about it?

Alia bet him a dollar that if he had never lost his temper and scolded his employees, or had never PUA'd his subordinates, Alia would admit defeat.

Mr. Qian certainly understood, and thought hard: "Then - Miss, what do you mean?"