Yu Sheng was a little confused: "I don't know."

"There are many people in the province, and I don't know them either."

Rule 9 of Sin City: Never be blindly confident in yourself before you have clear information.

Article 9 of the Law of Sin City, the second paragraph: Even if you have clear information, don’t be confident, otherwise you will be deceived miserably.

If you are not sure about the job, you cannot take it on your own.

The principal was also confused.

In the scene he originally imagined, shouldn't Yu Sheng directly discuss the price?

If the only person who graduates from Suicheng every year can't even get into the top ten in a provincial student exam, then Suicheng should have fallen and been razed to the ground long ago.

"In this way, the first 100 is the standard line."

"Every time you move up a rank, I will give it to you... to you..."

The principal was caught in a tangle, and after a long time he gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind: "I will give you 100 yuan for every rank you move up!"

"If you get first place, you'll get a bonus of 10,000!"

When the principal said these words, his eyes were red and he was gritting his teeth, as if this was not just a simple ten thousand yuan, but his lost youth.

Even Yu Sheng seemed not to have thought about this number. He raised his head and glanced at the principal in confusion, and hesitated for a moment: "I think... take leave."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"That's a lot!"

"That's a lot!"

"Don't go, wait a minute, wait a minute!"

The principal's vigorous figure rushed to the door first, and his fat body blocked the door.

"If the price is not right, we can negotiate again."

"Look at this, let me bring up another idea."

The principal coughed twice: "I'll make a bet with the leaders of the Education Department above. If the No. 2 Middle School wins the provincial ranking, the leaders will allocate a sum of resources. By then, we will be 30-70, how about it?"

...

The air fell into silence.

Yu Sheng looked at the principal with complicated eyes. After thinking about it seriously, Yu Sheng sat back in his seat, picked up the pen and paper on his desk, and kept writing something: "Principal, for your suggestions

, I think it can be improved this way..."

"According to previous national examinations, every school has the right to design its own uniforms, right?"

"You can ask the leaders of the Education Department for an approval letter to redesign the school uniforms due to the merger of the three schools."

"The Education Department will definitely agree to this kind of thing."

"Then, our school uniforms..."

Yu Sheng usually talks very little, is very boring, and does not even express too many emotions.

But as long as money is involved, he seems to be a different person, thinking and talking endlessly.

"No one stipulates that school uniforms cannot have words printed on them."

"The national examination is always the focus of everyone's attention, even the TV stations will cover it."

"So just print xx grocery store, xx group, etc. on the school uniform..."

"Especially when someone wears this school uniform and gets a good ranking, even the top ten, or even the provincial championship."

"Wearing this uniform again and taking college exams, what do you think..."

“How much are these people willing to pay?”

Yu Sheng's voice was not loud, and his emotions were not very exciting. He seemed to be telling a story calmly.

But for the principal, it was like thunder.

It is more exciting than those impassioned words.

Bible!

This is literally the Bible!

Is Yu’s guide to making money?

Moreover, this plan has its own absolute core competitiveness, that is, it must have talented people who can do it.

Otherwise, in just one market, no matter how sensational your speculation is, you won't be able to make much money.

so...

Even if Yu Sheng directly revealed this plan, the principal would not be able to get rid of him and stand on his own feet.

For a moment, the principal looked at Yu Sheng as if he were looking at a golden mountain.

Moving Jinshan.

"This is reliable."

"The director of our Mobei City Education Department is an old comrade of mine."

"It's not like I don't know some big companies."

"And I don't want to make a one-time deal this time. If I rank higher, they will have to pay more."

"Don't worry, I will definitely handle it clearly."

The principal said confidently and beat his chest hard.

Yu Sheng looked at this somewhat familiar action and his heart trembled subconsciously. He couldn't help but ask: "Principal, are you from the reserve army?"

"Ah, yes."

"What's wrong?"

The principal was startled for a moment and asked in confusion.

...

...

For the rest of my life, two people flashed through my mind...two idiots.

Inexplicably, I regretted it again.

In the memory of the rest of my life, reserve service is like being naturally labeled with three huge words written on it.

‘unreliable’

"Let's...50/50?"

Looking at Yu Sheng's contemplative expression, the principal felt something was wrong for some reason, and asked cautiously and tentatively.

Yu Sheng looked at the principal quietly without saying a word.

"June 4th!"

The principal gritted his teeth and made this important decision.

He still didn't speak for the rest of his life.

"Qi San, no more!"

"It's really the limit..."

"I also want to sell a lot of faces, and it costs a lot to make new school uniforms, and the money can't be put into my personal pocket."

"Outstanding graduates of the school, your name will be on it again!"

"This is merit, not something that can be measured by money!"

The principal increased the weight again.

Yu Sheng nodded slightly: "Yes."

Seeing Yu Sheng finally nodding, the principal couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief: "I'll print out the contract in a while. It will be written in black and white on the paper. The transaction will go smoothly."

"No contract required."

"I recorded it."

Yu Sheng took out his hand that had been in his coat pocket, raised his cell phone, nodded politely to the principal, and turned to leave.

The principal was stunned as if struck by lightning.

If the money is not intended to be used for school construction, but is instead used for personal use, does that mean...

You can use this recording to report yourself at any time for the rest of your life.

You can also get your money back...

But he soon put the matter behind him, took out a calculator from the drawer, and kept pressing it for a long time.

The principal's harsh laughter could still be heard in the office.

Laughter echoed in the quiet corridor.

Including that phrase that keeps repeating...

"I'm getting rich, I'm getting rich this time."

For a moment, all the teachers passing by looked at the closed door of the principal's office, with a hint of weirdness on their faces.
Chapter completed!