Ten minutes later, Yang Ziyan left the dean's office.

Hu Ming saw him off all the way, like a pug. He didn't let out a sigh of relief until Yang Ziyan disappeared.

Yang Ziyan invested 30 million in the school without saying anything, saying that he was going to build a teaching building.

In addition, I have a small request, I want to be the counselor of the second class of the third year.

Of course Hu Ming agreed wholeheartedly, saying that it was a trivial matter.

"I wonder which rich second generation fell in love with the beauty of our school. It's great to be rich."

Hu Ming sighed.

He had seen many rich second-generation students who wanted to be students in Class 2 of Grade 3, but this was the first time they met one who wanted to be a teacher.

It’s not easy to be a teacher in this class!

However, the school beauty Nangong Linglong is indeed the best. If anyone can get her into bed, it will be worth losing ten years of her life.

…

Mu family.

Except for Yang Ziyan, everyone else in the Mu family was sitting on the sofa, discussing a problem with serious expressions.

That is about Mu Yunyan's transfer of schools.

Mu Yunqiu's grades have always been at the upper-middle level, and he has hopes of getting into a good university.

But the school she attends can only be said to be average, and the learning atmosphere is not that good. If she continues to stay in this school, the results may be very bad.

Therefore, during this period of time, Lin Fengrong has been considering transferring Mu Yunyan to another school.

In the end, Mu Yunyan agreed to transfer to another school.

"Mom, is it too difficult to transfer to Molan Middle School?"

Mu Yunqiu frowned.

This is a first-class university in Rongcheng. You can get in if you want to. It's not enough if you have money, you have to have connections.

"What's the matter with the difficulties? Molan Middle School is a first-class institution and it's not far from our home. Since we want to transfer to another school, we have to transfer to a better one."

"I happen to have an old colleague whose daughter is a tutor there. I have already informed them and she said that as long as money is no problem, there should be no problem in transferring schools."

Lin Fengrong said.

"How much?"

Mu Yunqiu felt that Lin Fengrong's eyes were twinkling.

"Three hundred thousand per semester." Mu Rongbo suddenly said.

Mu Yunqiu: "..."

"Three hundred thousand? Mom, this is too expensive. How can we have so much money?"

Three hundred thousand, and it's only for one semester. With the current ability of this family, how can it afford it?

Hearing Mu Yunqiu's words, Lin Fengrong suddenly felt depressed.

"Three hundred thousand is a bit expensive, but it affects Yunyan's happiness for the rest of her life, so I think it's worth the money. Don't you still have more than one million left on hand? You can use this money as a cushion first."

Lin Fengrong said.

Mu Yunqiu sighed helplessly, emotionally Lin Fengrong was thinking about the money left after she purchased the equity.

"Okay, but why don't you tell Zi Yan about this?"

After all, Yang Ziyan borrowed the money.

In addition, Mu Yunqiu didn't want Mu Yunyan to be stuck in a high position or a low position in the future.

300,000 per semester, 600,000 per year. If she works hard and improves the hospital's efficiency, she should be able to earn it back in one year.

"Why bother talking to him so much? His money is not your money? He has lived in my house for free for three years and wants to get nothing? As a brother-in-law, isn't it right for him to contribute some money?"

"Besides, I didn't let him return it alone."

"Look at my colleague's daughter. She is a tutor at Molan Middle School. She is very prosperous. Her husband works in a securities company. His daily salary is almost the same as Yang Ziyan's monthly salary. It would take three years for anyone like him to find a job.

.”

Lin Fengrong started to chatter.

Ever since Mu Yunqiu became the head of Chenyang Hospital and the second largest shareholder, she became increasingly dissatisfied with Yang Ziyan.

Therefore, Yang Ziyan was not involved in the discussion at all.

Because, in her heart, Yang Ziyan was still the useless good-for-nothing, and she was still bored when she saw him.

"Okay, I get it."

Mu Yunqiu quickly stopped Lin Fengrong to prevent her from talking anymore.

…

A few days later.

Molan Middle School has started the second half of the semester.

Class 2, Grade 3.

This is the most chaotic class in the entire grade.

Just because the people in this class are all wealthy and powerful aristocratic children.

Although Molan Middle School is a first-class institution in Rongcheng, it still requires a large amount of investment to maintain its construction.

Therefore, there are special classes like this reserved for children from wealthy families.

Most of them are not here to really learn anything, but to mess around.

at this time.

In the office on this floor.

"Teacher Yang, let me remind you one last thing. The students in this class are not easy to manage. Have you really made your decision? If you regret it, you still have a chance to change classes now."

A middle-aged tutor who looked like a thin monkey looked at Yang Ziyan with a somewhat unkind look.

He is the counselor of Class 2, Grade 3.

Class 2, Grade 3, may be the devil in the eyes of others, but in his eyes, it is heaven.

Because most of the people inside are the second generation of rich people, as long as he has a good relationship with these people, his future will be bright.

However, as soon as he had found some opportunities, a new counselor suddenly dropped in and pushed him out. He must have felt very unhappy.

However, Yang Ziyan was the dean who made the decision, and he did not dare to disobey the order. He could only hope that Yang Ziyan would get out of the house in this way.

"It's okay, no need."

Yang Ziyan politely refused again.

If he can't become Nangong Linglong's counselor, is he so full that he comes here to waste time?

He had no intention of having direct contact with Nangong Linglong, let alone helping her correct her character.

His idea is very simple, he can monitor Nangong Linglong's movements at any time without taking up too much time.

The identity of this counselor is very suitable.

"Okay, I hope you won't regret it."

"Well, there are always people who think they are superior to others. In fact, the old saying is right: If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer the consequences."

The middle-aged and young man snorted, said some strange words, turned around and walked outside, no longer paying attention to Yang Ziyan.

…

Class 2 classroom in third grade.

"Hey, I heard that our counselor has been changed. Who is it?"

The two teenagers whispered.

"What, has it been changed again? Which one is this this year?"

Next to me, someone suddenly interrupted.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter what rank he is in. Anyway, I have to do whatever I have to do. As long as he dares to take care of it, I have to show him some color."

A young man looked down upon him.

"I remember that the last counselor was pretty good, why was he suddenly changed?"

"Tsk, I heard that the person who landed in the air must be a relative of one of the hospital leaders."

"I don't know if it's a boy or a girl. It would be nice if it's a handsome guy."

"..."

While everyone was chatting animatedly, Nangong Linglong, who was sitting by the window, looked out the window, looking out of place.

There seemed to be a strong aura about her that made people afraid to approach her.

Dong dong dong...
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