A group of old guys who had been added for more than a thousand years bowed to the young man Chen Qiye at night. This scene was indescribable.

Both Chen Dongting and Xi Feihong felt creepy.

Chen Dongting said with a vigilant look on his face: "Xu Que, what plane are you doing?"

Xi Feihong was not sure: "Brother North Gate, what do you want Mr. Chen to do? Do you give up the benefits of leaving the South Gate? I advise you to die."

"Bah! Xi Feihong, get out of the way."

"You two only have such a little bit of interest in your eyes. Are you as superficial as you, you are like us old guys?"

"If you don't speak, no one will think you are mute. Get out of here with two little pussy guys."

More than a dozen old men almost drowned Chen Dongting and Xi Feihong.

Outside, they are the bosses with thousands of merchants, but in the eyes of these old men, they still don’t have enough views.

Xu Que looked at Chen Qiye again: "Please make it happen to Mr. Chen!"

Chen Qiye was really amused and crying. He still hasn't figured out what these grandfather-level figures are asking for, and how can he agree to this?

"Master Xu, please stand up and talk." Chen Qiye said with a gloomy face.

Shen Junwen taught him since childhood that he would not receive any reward without merit. These are all grandfather-level figures. Although the four gates are incompatible, what is the matter of bowing?

He hurriedly got up and tried to pull Xu Que and others up, but the old men's bodies seemed to be nailed to the floor and could not be pulled up no matter how hard they were.

"Mr. Chen, if you don't agree to the request of our old men, we won't sit back." Xu Que said.

Chen Qiye was mist at the end: "Old Xu, I don't know what you ask for, how can I fulfill it?"

"Oh, this matter will start with Wuhua Middle School."

Xu Que sighed heavily and said, "Mr. Chen, you should know the current situation of Wuhua Middle School."

Chen Qiye nodded: "I know."

Huang Yanjun has already said this that Wuhua Middle School is already rotten to the core.

Xu Que said with a memory look on his face: "To be honest, Mr. Chen said, I am the eldest, and I have four brothers and sisters at home. My father sold all the New Year pigs at home in order to allow me to go to school, so he collected all the tuition fees, but that was only enough for me."

"I went to high school, my second brother went to junior high school, and my third brother went to elementary school. Haha, I miss my fourth sister, I didn't even graduate from elementary school, but in that era, our generation's desire for knowledge was far more than that of children today."

"A society that only by being in the society can you understand is the first priority in any era of study."

"But now there is everything, but the children yearn for being in the society and do not like to study. This is to ruin the century-old plan of our Wuhua people."

At this time, a group of old men could no longer sit down and began to complain about their situation at home.

"Mr. Chen, I'm going to tell you that my grandson plays sports cars all day long and I don't know many cars I have bought."

"Your family is pretty good, my family even bought a driver's license. I'm afraid that he will have a car accident one day. It doesn't matter if he dies, but he will also implicate the innocent."

"Sometimes I teach my granddaughter how hard it was in my era. She said she didn't have a college degree in the college entrance examination, she had everything, and she even read nothing. She really made me so angry that I wanted to slap my son to death. What is this teaching?"

"Who said no?"

Speaking of the current situation at home, a group of old men sighed. It was precisely because they experienced many years and saw far, but instead putting their reading first, not like many people now putting their money first.

This is what the pattern limits people's imagination. The richer the person, the more he regards education the next generation more than anything else.

Xu Que continued: "Wuhua has emerged since my grandfather's generation. At that time, our fathers traveled around the world to exchange chicken feathers for sugar and life for money in order to eat. Now they have money, houses and cars, but the children have learned bad things."

"When it comes to Dongting and Feihong, it happens to be the third generation."

"The old saying goes, wealth is only three generations. The children in Wuhua Middle School are the fourth generation, but they only know how to eat, drink, bet, play cars and yachts, and do not know how to make money. If this continues, I, Wuhua, will be ruined."

Chen Dongting couldn't stand it anymore. Chen Qiye was just a life teacher, what did it have to do with him?

"Old man Xu, you can't educate your grandchildren well, blame yourself. What does this have to do with Mr. Chen?" Chen Dongting said with a shaking head.

A stone caused a thousand sensation. Chen Dongting had no children yet. When he said that, a group of old guys suddenly became anxious.

"Chen Dongting, what do you know? It's very relevant."

"Mr. Chen once led the army and could even take care of the old fried dough sticks, let alone a group of furry children. He had to take action on this matter."

"The current atmosphere on campus can only be reversed by thunderous people like Mr. Chen taking action, otherwise it would be really too late."

Chen Dongting also wanted to refute, after all, you want to change the learning environment, change the principal or the teacher, if you don’t help pulling the child home and beating him up, you won’t be able to solve any problem.

This time, Xi Feihong also stood on their side.

"Dongting, you don't have children yet. I don't know how rebellious adolescent children are. You can't beat, scold, or care."

Xi Feihong thought of the living treasure in his home and couldn't help laughing and crying: "If you take it a little more seriously, he will run away from home with you, crying, making trouble, and hanging himself, which is more troublesome than policing his wife."

With a rush.

Xi Feihong immediately bowed ninety degrees and said to Chen Qiye: "Please take action and restore the school spirit."

"Sir, please take action!"

"Sir, please take action!"

There was a sudden burst of crying in the teahouse, deafening.

Although Mr. Chen and Mr. Chen are only a word different, the former is just a polite title, while the latter represents infinite respect.

Xu Que, Xi Feihong and others put the important task of teaching and educating people and revitalizing the style of Wuhua Middle School on Chen Qiye.

Chen Dongting hurriedly looked at Chen Qiye. Why did even Xi Feihong do this? Is the atmosphere of Wuhua Middle School really bad?

After all, Wuhua Middle School is a century-old famous school, and there have been many celebrities in history. No matter how bad it is, it is not as bad as this, right?

In fact, the problem is only more serious than what Chen Dongting thought.

Chen Qiye waved his hand and said, "You should go to the teacher and the principal for this kind of thing. I, Chen, are just a passerby."

Xu Que was anxious: "As long as you are willing to work hard, whether it succeeds or not, the Shen Group project will be covered by us old men."

"Sir, after Wuhua and Donghai merger, Wuhua Middle School is also your hometown middle school. Are you really not going to save me?"

Wuhua and Donghai are next door neighbors, and there are many Wuhua residents in the Shen Group project. If Beimen is willing to intervene in this matter, the success rate of the project will greatly increase.

Originally, Chen Qiye wanted to leave, but no matter how powerful he was, he would not be able to care about the world.

But when he heard Xu Que's second sentence, he was stunned for a moment.

"I will only be the responsibility of a teacher." After saying that, Chen Qiye no longer had no nostalgia and left with great strides.

Chen Dongting was stunned, and looked at Chen Qiye walking so simply, and said, "Mr. Chen is a little cold."

Xi Feihong shook his head and said, "No, sir has agreed."

"ah?"

Xi Feihong could hear it, and the old men of Xu Que naturally heard the voice-over, and they all burst into tears in pain.

"My north gate is right, I'm right at Wuhua's ancestors!"

Xu Que sighed to the sky, first he sorted out the long blue Republican style liner with a serious face, and knelt down with a serious face with a thud.

"Sir, please accept my respects by Mr. Xu!"

He was almost sixty years old, and his sons were older than Chen Qiye, but he felt that it was justified to kneel down.

Chen Qiye is willing to take action, which means that he is saved by the middle school, which means that Wuhua's fourth generation is saved. This represents the highest respect he sent to Chen Qiye by his ancestors.

Plop! Plop! Plop!

Immediately following countless kneeling sounds, the whole teahouse resounded, and a group of white-haired old men knelt down towards the figure walking away.

"Sir, I am very righteous, please accept my worship by Mr. Lu."

"Please accept my worship from Mr. Chen."

"Please accept my money and someone's worship."

"Please accept my worship of someone Xing."
Chapter completed!