Text] Chapter 77 is no coincidence.

Hao Jun called Qin Zi and asked her to take bus No. 2 from Yunlin No. 33 Courtyard and get off at the penultimate stop, Shiyi No. 1 Middle School.

Although the proceeds from the auction of antique objects have not yet been earned, the check for 50,000 yuan can be just left like this, and in the eyes of Hao Jun's thirty-year-old reborn, he will never say that it will naturally depreciate in the bank.

The memory is a little vague, but when I am on the campus of No. 1 Middle School again, the familiar scene occupies my mind like a spring, and I easily find the principal's office, but M-N is tightly locked.

It seems that he has gone to attend a teaching seminar in the city, the secretary Xiao Sun, who will be the teaching director five or six years later, told Hao Jun.

It's troublesome to not have a mobile phone.

Hao Jun simply went straight to the school's general affairs office.

The director of the General Affairs Office is surnamed Hong, his name is tall, he looks like he is in his forties, tall, very fat, and combs the popular three or seven points.

Hao Jun was not impressed by this Director Hong, after all, in the three years of study in the No. 1 Middle School of the city, he had only come to this general affairs office a few times.

Hong Chenggao thought that Hao Jun was a student of the No. 1 Middle School in the city, so he couldn't help but pick up the director's shelf, drank tea, chewed the tea foam and said: "This is class time, if you have something, let's talk about it after class, which class are you from, which teacher asked you to get things at this time?"

Hao Jun didn't have much bad feeling about this kind of behavior, and said with a smile: "Director Hong, I'm not a student of our No. 1 Middle School, I just want to ask this time, is there an empty house to rent not far from the No. 1 Middle School M-N?"

Hong Chenggao was stunned, he was having a headache for a while!

At a recent meeting of the M-N leaders of all departments of the school, Principal Song asked the M-N of all departments to reduce expenses, especially the General Affairs Office, and find ways to create revenue while saving expenses.

Everyone knows that this Principal Song is a man of his word.

But a public welfare institution like a school can save expenses and barely squeeze out some money and create income.

He set his sights on an empty room in the school's former security office, intending to rent him out, which was a stable source of income.

But the advertisement has been posted for nearly a month, and there is not even half of the people who ask, but in the end, it is a teenager who asks casually.

Director Hong was extremely sad in his heart, but he still had a feeling of picking up a life-saving straw, and hurriedly asked tentatively: "Little friend, did your family ask you?"

Hao Jun II is a human being, and his vision of seeing people is naturally superior, and the eagerness in the eyes of Director Hong can be seen.

"Yes, Director Hong, my sister will come over later, she wants to open a commissary in that place, I don't know if it will work out?"

Hong Cheng's senior uncle's heart was teased by the young man's words, and this will finally come to fruition, and he couldn't help but smile brightly on his face.

"That's a good idea, our school has a good location, and the students' families are all good!

As soon as he got it, Director Hong started to advertise.

But in the end, he is a teacher from a serious class, and he has no experience, and he is a little nondescript.

Hao Jun knew that after the advertisement of this empty house was posted, it was abandoned for nearly a year, and finally the school came forward and assigned the task to the contractor of the canteen of No. 1 Middle School, and the contractor was transferred to his niece, which led to the appearance of the first commissary of No. 1 Middle School in the city.

But no one expected that it was this inconspicuous commissary, and the business quickly entered the track, almost every day.

In this era, parents spare no effort to support students' financial support, even conniving.

A year later, the boss's niece bought a car for herself and lived a good life.

While dropping a jaw, it made the people who were originally disdainful of this dilapidated house regret it, after all, the opportunity was so within their reach.

When Hao Jun heard this, he secretly relieved his heart.

The feeling of taking advantage of others is actually very good.

"Lao Hong, Lao Hong, I came to you to ask for tea!"

A rather high-pitched voice came from the hallway.

A middle-aged man with a slab size, dark black S-thick-framed glasses, and a strange gourd-shaped face stepped in.

This Hao Junke is familiar with Tu Zidong, the director of the Academic Affairs Office, nicknamed the butcher, the aborigine, the embodiment of the demon in the hearts of the students, and the best teacher who can't wait to throw him into the eighteenth layer of hell.

"Oops!" As soon as he entered M-N, he noticed Hao Jun sitting on the chair opposite Hong Chenggao's desk, "Which class, hurry up and go back to class, I have something to talk to Director Hong!"

"Lao Tu, this is not a student of our school!"

Hong Chenggao reminded him, lest the director of education have a nervous attack and drive away the business of their general affairs office.

"Oh!" Tu Zidong said in his heart, no wonder he was not stunned when he saw him, "Lao Hong, I have nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, this time you have to thank me for solving a big problem for you?"

"How do you say that?"

Hong Chenggao asked with a smile.

"I have a nephew who is idle all day long, and I don't see that the empty house in our school is going to be rented, so I just asked him to come over and open a commissary, so I mentioned it to my sister, but I didn't think that she would respond as soon as possible, and let me do it!

Hong Chenggao's heart moved, and secretly said What's wrong, this dilapidated house has suddenly become a hot item, but his face is a little embarrassed: "Lao Tu, it's really unfortunate, this kid just said that he wanted to rent our house, and I agreed!"

Tu Zidong was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Hao Jun, "I said Lao Hong, what are you doing is becoming more and more unreliable, what a little kid said can work?

Hao Jun's face changed, and it seemed that his little butterfly still instigated a little storm.

Hong Chenggao was bitter, but obviously in his consciousness, colleagues in the same level of the unit were indeed far more important than a little child.

"I'm really sorry, kid, no one from your family is coming, I think this matter will be forgotten!"

Hao Jun simply leaned back on the seat, but he didn't expect this Director Hong to change his hexagram so quickly.

"Director Hong, why did you regret the matter of spitting and nailing? My sister is here, there should always be someone who comes first and then comes, right?"

"What a sharp-toothed boy, this matter is a matter of our city No. 1 middle school, in principle, of course, we must take care of the insiders of our No. 1 middle school first!" Hong Cheng said loudly.

Tu Zidong smiled coldly: "Little friend, you won't be here to fool people, right, the family will send you over to fight the outpost?"

He pointed the finger at Hong Chenggao again: "Old Hong, what are you grinding with a child, this is a task handed over by Principal Song, I think it is better to finalize it as soon as possible!"

The old M-O illness of his teaching director has been re-incurred.

"Director Hong......" Hao Jun was still before he could speak.

Tu Zidong had already interrupted him rudely, "Don't argue, although you are not from our school, I can also educate you in the name of your teacher! The main task of students is to study, why do you have nothing to do with other things, and I don't know how the family educates!"

said that, he actually discussed specific things with Hong Chenggao.

Hao Jun naturally refused to give up easily, "Director Hong, it is easy to regret what you say is good, but it is not what a teacher should do!"

Hong Chenggao just glanced at Hao Jun lightly and did not speak.

Tu Zidong said coldly: "Where is so much nonsense, which school are you, who is the teacher?

This is a lawsuit!