Be A Millionaire Overnight

Wan Qian hung up the phone and sent a message to the cannon, "I reported the MMA competition to you. He should be contacting you to participate in some small competitions soon."    

"Okay Director Wan, what should I do?"    

"Just keep it." Don't kill them. "    

Wan Qian knew how ruthless the underground boxers were. People would be killed if they weren't careful. After all, those who fought underground were all fighting with their lives. If you were merciful, others wouldn't be.    

So they practiced the state of instinct.    

However, you can't kill people in this kind of competition in the market. Otherwise, he would be in big trouble.    

"Okay, Director Wan. I'll do some weight reduction and fist weight training."    

As the cannon spoke, it shattered a sandbag with a single punch. This was the one hundred and eighth sandbag that he had beaten up since he came to the martial arts school.    

Loong Xiaotian felt helpless when he saw this. He could only continue ordering sandbags with the money Wan Qian gave him.    

For a character like this who couldn't be defeated, it was Wan Qian who named him. There was nothing he could do. They could only allow him to 'destroy' them here.    

Wan Qian hung up the phone and quickly fell asleep.    

When he woke up in the afternoon, the room was already empty. They were all on their way to class. As for his role of class two's class monitor and instructor, he was lying in his dorm room, taking a nap. This caused him to feel slightly embarrassed in his heart.    

After putting on her clothes, she decided to take a walk around the class and check up on Lee Xin at the Internet Red Training Base. She wondered how her drills had been for the past few days.    

"BOOM!"    

As soon as Wan Qian opened the door, a person bumped into him in a daze.    

That person touched his head, raised his head and saw Wan Qian, then handed over the "Declaration of War" in his hand. Then he turned and ran.    

Wan Qian frowned and opened the "Declaration of War" in his hands. It said Taekwondo Coach Wei Chao's Request for Challenge. The target was Wan Qian of the Martial Arts Competition. The time is 12 o'clock tomorrow at Taekwondo headquarters.    

"What rubbish."    

Wan Qian casually tore it up and threw it into the trash can. It was just a written challenge, yet he had even sent a cowardly person to hand it over to him. He truly was a coward.    

After that, he rode on the small money smart electric car to the freshman teaching building.    

He happened to bump into a few freshmen smoking in the corridor. Wan Qian walked over and patted one of his classmates: "Come on, Genhua."    

That person took out a box of flowers from his pocket, knocked it on the table and took one out, then turned around to hand it to Wan Qian. Only now did he realize that something was wrong. "Counselor!?"    

"Kid, you're good. "Smoking such a good cigarette, and there's a mine at home?"    

Wan Qian took the cigarette box from his hand and said.    

"No …." "No..."    

The others quickly extinguished the cigarette in fright. Ye Zichen put his hands behind his back, so that Wan Qian wouldn't see.    

"You are all adults now. It's your business whether you smoke or not, I don't care. But it's class time, do you have no ears or no eyes? "He's actually smoking in the corridor so brazenly. Isn't that too unruly!"    

Wan Qian imitated what the instructor said to the others.    

He didn't expect that the taste of teaching others a lesson would be so good.    

"I say, Wan Qian, aren't you taking yourself too seriously? If others called you a counselor, would you really treat yourself as a counselor? And rules, rules aren't set by humans! "    

At this moment, a freshman, who had just finished smoking, heard Wan Qian's reprimanding and said disapprovingly.    

"What's your name, that class?"    

Wan Qian turned around and asked when he saw that someone actually dared to contradict him.    

"My name is Zhang Jie!" Which class should he check for themselves? Let me tell you, my dad is a billionaire. The reason he came to school was to give face to the wealthiest student! Otherwise, I won't be able to attend this crappy school! "    

"And you guys, look at all of you. Didn't I already tell you! Nobody needs to be afraid at school! I'm here! You should smoke, you should pick up girls, don't stop! "    

Zhang Jie shouted to the other freshmen.    

At this moment, Wan Qian finally understood that the Hua's in their hands was given to them by this Zhang Jie.    

"Good boy, call your dad over!"    

Wan Qian shouted as a counselor. He also planned to use the teacher's trump card, "Call the Parent", to deal with him.    

"Hmph." You want to see my dad? You wish! If she wanted to meet him, she had to rely on her relationship to find a way to meet him! "Let's go!"    

After saying that, Zhang Jie led the group of freshmen out of the corridor, heading towards the various classes. Leave Wan Qian alone.    

"Good boy, you dare to contradict a counselor like this right after the start of school?" If I can't cure you, won't I become a bandit again? "    

Wan Qian turned around and walked towards the office. The other teachers quickly stood up and only sat down after Wan Qian sat down.    

"Who knows Zhang Jie!"    

Wan Qian shouted.    

When the other teachers heard this, some lowered their heads, while others suddenly picked up the phone to answer the call.    

They knew Zhang Jie very well. However, his family's influence was too great, and it was not something that the teachers could afford to offend. Therefore, none of them wanted to be affected by this.    

Only one person raised his hand silently. "Ten thousand... "Chairman Wan …"    

"Call me Class Rep Wan!"    

Wan Qian said angrily.    

"Oh. Class Rep Wan..... I know him. His father was from the Mo Capital … "    

"I don't care who his father is at the Mo Capital! Do you have his dad's phone number!? "    

The teachers were stunned by Wan Qian's words, "Academic... There should be... "    

Hearing that, Wan Qian turned on the counselor's computer and found Zhang Jie's information. He called up his student records and found that there was only his father's name and contact information in the parent's information section.    

The relationship was still a one-parent family. No wonder he was so domineering in school. It seemed like he lacked love.    

"Hey, is that Zhang Zhilieh!?"    

"Who is it?"    

A deep voice came from the other side.    

"I am a counselor for the freshmen in the management department of Riverside College. Your son is smoking and contradicting the teacher, and he does not obey the tutelage. Please come to the school as soon as possible to assist in the management of your son."    

Wan Qian used some very official words to converse with him. He wanted him to realize the seriousness of the situation. He purposefully emphasized some of the words.    

Zhang Zhilieh frowned when he heard Wan Qian's words. At this moment, he had an important business document that he needed to read. However, Wan Qian's tone made him feel extremely uncomfortable.    

How dare a small counselor speak to him like that? If it wasn't for the fact that he was a teacher of Riverside Academy, he probably would have already started cursing.    

"What has my son done to make you gather so many people? It's just a few cigarettes, what's the big deal? Oh, I know. Did you see that my family has the money and want my son to give you a present? "I'm telling you, there's no way!"    

Based on his understanding of teachers, Zhang Zhilieh felt that Wan Qian had called him to get him to give gifts. Otherwise, he wouldn't need to make a phone call for such a trivial matter. Besides, his phone wasn't something that anyone could call.    

As a billionaire of the Mo Capital realm. It had long since been distinguished from the market money below. Their inflows no longer intersect with the lower market.    

The food and drinks were provided exclusively. The game is also dedicated to the supply. For such a family, was there even a need to deal with the people below them?    

Thus, they did not care about the lives of the people below them. Just take care of your life.    

"Zhang Zhilieh, laozi doesn't care about your stinky money. I'm telling you, I'll spend every single second of your money. Do you believe me? "What I'm saying now is that your son isn't doing well in school and needs you to manage it in concert. Otherwise, I'll fire your son!"    

Wan Qian also replied stubbornly.    

When the teachers in the classroom heard Wan Qian's words, they started sweating profusely. He was a millionaire who was at the level of a trillion. In any place, he would be the head of a character. Wan Qian actually called him daddy and daddy.    

However, after thinking about Wan Qian's identity, he felt at ease. F * ck, Mo Capital's Richest Man, how could he not be arrogant? As for the trillions or even trillions, they were nothing in his eyes.    

"Hey, what the f * * k!" This teacher of yours is quite interesting! If you have the ability, try opening my son! "If I don't smash your school, I'll make sure you turn pale!"    

As soon as Zhang Zhilieh finished, the secretary handed him a cup of tea, "Director Zhang, calm down, calm down. Why don't I go meet this teacher for you and see who dares to talk to you like this. After all, this is an industry of Qiantong Group, it's not good for us to reject it. "