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Chapter 45: The Principal... Having Another Episode?
Yu Sheng was somewhat bewildered, "I don't know."
"There are many people from the province, and I don't recognize anyone."
Sin City Rule Nine: Never be overconfident without clear information.
Sin City Rule Nine, subsection two: Even with clear information, don't be confident, otherwise, you'll be severely burned.
If I'm not sure, I can't take on the task.
The Principal was also confused.
In the scenario he had imagined, shouldn't Yu Sheng be discussing the price directly?
If the only person from Sin City to emerge each year couldn't even make it into the top ten in a provincial student exam, then Sin City would have long been devastated and leveled.
"Let's set the baseline at 100."
"For every rank you climb, I will give you... give you..."
The Principal was caught in a dilemma, and after a long while, he bit his lip as if he had made a resolution, "For every rank you climb, I will give you 100 yuan!"
"If you get first place, the bonus is ten thousand!"
The Principal's eyes were red as he spoke these words, his expression fierce as if it wasn't just a plain ten thousand yuan, but rather his vanished youth.
Even Yu Sheng seemed surprised by this figure, slightly bewildered as he looked up at the Principal and hesitated, "I think... I'll take my leave."
Having said that, he turned and walked away.
"It's not a small amount!"
"Really, it's not!"
"Don't leave, wait, just wait a moment!"
The Principal, with his agile figure, rushed to the door first, his somewhat plump body blocking it.
"We can still negotiate the price."
"Look, let me propose another idea."
The Principal cleared his throat, "I will bet with the leaders at the Education Department. If No.2 High School secures a provincial ranking, the leaders should allocate some resources. How about we split it seventy-thirty?"
...
The air fell into silence.
Yu Sheng looked at the Principal with a complex gaze. After some serious thought, Yu Sheng sat back down at his desk, picked up the pen and paper from the office desk, and started writing something. "Principal, about your suggestion, I think it could be improved like this..."
"Based on past national exams, each school has the right to design its own uniforms, right?"
"You could ask the leaders at the Education Department for authorization because of the merger of the three schools, to redesign the uniforms."
"The Education Department would surely agree to this."
"And then, our uniforms..."
Yu Sheng usually spoke very little, was quite reserved, and seldom showed much emotion.
But whenever it involved money, he seemed to transform into a different person, bursting with ideas and talking nonstop.
"There's no rule that says uniforms can’t have text printed on them."
"The national exams are always a major focus, even TV stations conduct interviews."
"So, just by printing names like XX Grocery Store, XX Group, and such on the uniforms..."
"Especially if someone wearing this uniform scores well, making it into the top ten, or even becomes the provincial champion."
"And then wearing this uniform for the college assessment, what do you think..."
"How much money would these companies be willing to pay?"
Yu Sheng's voice was not loud, and his demeanor was not particularly excited; he narrated almost calmly.
But for the Principal, it was as if thunder had struck.
More thrilling than any impassioned speech.
Biblical!
It was practically the Bible!
The Yu Money-Making Guide?
And this plan had its own core competitive edge—it absolutely needed a standout genius.
Otherwise, just one city, no matter how sensational the hype, wouldn’t make much money.
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So...
Even though Yu Sheng had laid out the plan directly, the Principal couldn’t just dismiss him and go it alone.
For a moment, the Principal looked at Yu Sheng as if he were looking at a mountain of gold.
A movable mountain of gold.
"This is feasible."
"Our Mobei Education Department Director is an old comrade of mine."
"I’m acquainted with some major companies too."
"And this time, I’m not looking for a one-time deal. If the ranks are high, they will have to pay more."
"You can rest assured, I will handle this with absolute clarity," the Principal said confidently, thumping his chest with force.
Yu Sheng watched the familiar gesture, felt a sudden shiver, and couldn't help asking, "Principal, did you come from the Reserve Forces?"
"Ah, yes."
"What about it?"
The Principal paused, looking somewhat perplexed.
...
...
In Yu Sheng's mind flashed two figures... two simpletons.
Suddenly, he regretted his question.
In Yu Sheng's memory, being from the Reserve Forces was like being naturally branded with a label, a huge label that read:
'Unreliable'
"How about we split it fifty-fifty?"
Seeing Yu Sheng's thoughtful expression, the Principal sensed something was amiss and cautiously ventured.
Yu Sheng just looked at the Principal silently.
"Sixty-forty!" the Principal clenched his teeth and made this significant decision.
Yu Sheng still said nothing.
"Seventy-thirty, I can't go any lower!"
"That's really the limit..."
"I have to curry favor with a lot of people, and the cost of making new uniforms isn't small, plus this money isn’t going into my own pocket."
"School's outstanding graduates, and we can attach your name too!"
"This is about achievement, not something that can be measured with money!"
The Principal increased his offer.
Yu Sheng nodded slightly: "Hmm."
Seeing Yu Sheng finally nod, the Principal couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "I'll go print the contract right away, black on white, to ensure a smooth transaction."
"No need for a contract."
"I recorded it."
Yu Sheng took his hand out of his jacket pocket, raised his phone, and with a shy smile, nodded politely at the Principal, then turned and left.
The Principal stood there as if struck by lightning.
If this money wasn't intended for school infrastructure but was to be pocketed...
It meant Yu Sheng could use the recording to report him at any time.
And possibly reclaim his money...
However, the Principal soon brushed off this thought, pulled out a calculator from his drawer, and started pressing it repeatedly for a long while.
In the office, his piercing laughter could still be heard.
The laughter echoed through the quiet hallway.
Including the repeatedly uttered phrase...
"I'm going to be rich, this time I'm really going to be rich."
For a moment, every teacher passing by the tightly closed door of the Principal's office revealed a hint of bewilderment in their expressions.
The Principal... was he having one of his episodes again?