Principal 014

As the phone rang one after another, Hong Yanwen's initial astonishment gradually turned into panic.

Under his pressing inquiries, someone finally said something deeply meaningful.

Boss Hong, you've offended someone. Actually, you've offended a lot of people. In a way, you're pretty damn impressive.

Hong Yanwen wanted to ask more, but the other party had already hung up.

The secretary looked at Hong Yanwen, who was slouched dejectedly in his chair, and asked cautiously, Mr. Hong, what do we do now? The bank just said there's a problem with our funds... the approval is temporarily on hold.

Hong Yanwen looked at his secretary and opened his mouth to scold him, but suddenly the office door was pushed open and a group of people walked in.

Excuse us. Tax inspection.

Hong Yanwen's already dead heart was jolted awake by these words, instantly leaping into his throat.

He suddenly felt that the man leading the group looked somewhat familiar, but he just couldn't place him. However, the man kept staring straight at him, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

The team leader suddenly turned on the television in the office. A breaking news report was currently playing on the screen.

According to a well-known artist's revelation, a certain brand's products are suspected of plagiarism and using inferior raw materials...

Through the practically non-existent mosaic blur, Hong Yanwen clearly saw his own company's products.

It was over.

Fang Zhiyi! What kind of trick are you playing now? On the other end of the phone, Hong Yanwen sounded like he was having a breakdown. The business empire he was so proud of had suffered attacks from multiple angles in a very short period of time. And just like many years ago, his first instinct was to suspect Fang Zhiyi.

How could there be such a coincidence? He had just visited that rundown school, and immediately after, he ran into all this!

I'm just a poor old man, what kind of tricks could I possibly play? Fang Zhiyi said casually.

Fang Zhiyi, I haven't offended you, have I? You... Hong Yanwen recalled the Fang Zhiyi he saw today, dressed in an old Chinese tunic suit. No matter how you looked at it, he didn't seem capable of going toe-to-toe with him. Could it really not be him?

On the other end of the line, Fang Zhiyi chuckled. I told you, I'm just a poor school principal, I can't pull off any schemes. But... they might be able to. He looked at the dozens of plaques hanging on the wall of his security room.

Zhiyuan Group Cooperative School

Ningchuan Jewelry Design Company Special Recruitment Center

Yuli E-sports Club Special Recruitment Center

...

They? Who are they? Hong Yanwen pressed.

You truly are a forgetful man of high status. We have no grudges or enmity. Why don't you think about it, who would target you like this? Think carefully. Fang Zhiyi smiled. How does that saying of yours go again? Thirty years on the east side of the river, thirty years on the west. Do not bully the young and poor.

Hong Yanwen suddenly thought of the person he saw today. That face quickly overlapped with a young boy in his memory. He remembered that student begging him for medicine, only to be kicked to the ground by him.

His mind exploded with a loud bang. Fang Zhiyi... Fang Zhiyi had actually turned those pieces of trash into successful people?

A chill washed over Hong Yanwen once again, exactly like back then, or perhaps even worse.

Little Hei finally completely understood Fang Zhiyi's intentions at this moment.

He had poured all his efforts into cultivating a group of special-talented students, and then sponsored them all the way until these students entered society and gradually achieved success. Many of them, after gaining a firm foothold, immediately turned around to inject lifeblood back into their alma mater. At the same time, through the school, they paved the way for their junior schoolmates. Under this almost terrifying cohesion, the Zhiyuan Group emerged out of nowhere. This group covered all walks of life, but very few people knew that the largest director of this group was squatting in a small private school. Even fewer knew exactly how terrifying the power behind an inconspicuous old security guard truly was.

Fang Chenghan relayed Fang Zhiyi's words.

Dad's meaning is that this is our own karma, and he deliberately left it for us to handle ourselves.

Thus, Hong Yanwen also met his final chapter.

He was already a greedy and unscrupulous person by nature, so naturally, he couldn't withstand an investigation. Moreover, the media was exposing the products under his name. From well-known artists to actors, people stepped forward one by one. The company's funds were cut off, and what terrified him even more was that the shop opened by his son had also been sealed.

After some thought, he decided to leave this place before he was killed. He was going abroad. To his surprise, the nerve-wracking smuggling journey went exceptionally smoothly. This caused him to burst into involuntary laughter when he set foot on foreign soil: A bunch of losers! You are all a bunch of trash! Pah, trying to kill me? You trash that even your parents didn't want, do you think you're worthy?!

He was still laughing maniacally until he saw several tall foreigners appear in front of him.

The person who brought him over greeted those men. Hong Yanwen instantly became alert, but it was too late. He was roughly blindfolded.

By the time he saw light again, he had been brought to an unknown valley. A man with a limp saw him and excitedly rushed forward: Principal Hong! Principal Hong!

He looked in astonishment at this man who was already somewhat disfigured. Finally, the man stated his name; he was the thug that Hong Yanwen had kept at the school back in the day.

A dozen of us from back then are all here! Principal Hong, you have to find a way to save us and get us out! The man was almost crying. Here, they could only sleep for four hours a day, every meal was sour-smelling pig slop, and any slight pause in their work would result in a severe beating. That was how his leg had been crippled.

Just as he was speaking, a whip lashed across his back. A foreigner with a heavy accent yelled, You, work, or else! He raised the whip in his hand.

Hong Yanwen had never expected that this revenge had already begun a long time ago; he had merely been placed at the very end.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but it was too late.

He even wanted to die, but he was quickly resuscitated.

The boss's friend ordered that you cannot die. The fierce-looking foreigner grinned menacingly at Hong Yanwen.

Hong Yanwen's world collapsed.

Yellow-Haired Man, did you go to apologize again? Ruan Wenkang looked at the Yellow-Haired Man who came through the door humming a tune. The Yellow-Haired Man rolled his eyes at him. What are you talking about? He and I are good buddies now. His daughter even acknowledged me as her godfather!

Oh my, incredible, incredible. I heard your son has recently learned how to bully people too?

He wouldn't dare! I'll break his legs!

By the way, so-and-so's art exhibition is about to start, right?

So-and-so? Tsk tsk, you like her but you're too scared to say it?

Can you shut up?

Boss, look at the way they're acting!

Fang Chenghan stared blankly at the phone in his hand.

That stinky old man maxed out my bank card! He retired and spent all the money!!! Fang Chenghan's despairing scream filled the entire room.

Everyone burst into a chorus of laughter.