Doomsday Pavilion

The next day, Qinshan Institute of Physics.

——Of course, this is just a cold joke by Sikong, the words "Qinshan Civil and Martial Arts School" are actually written on the sign.

Thanks to Sikong's expansion of enrollment, almost half of the school-age children, unaged children and parents who double this number in Xiacheng have gathered here.

Even if the four walls have not been built, it can't stop the surging enthusiasm of the parents. They wantonly kneading their own stunned children on their shoulders and rushed out of the city to enjoy a rare canned sardine in the cataclysm era. Treatment.

Considering that potential customers might not be in the mood to eat Hesai in the early hours of the morning, Lin Chou came a little bit late. It was almost noon when he entered the venue, so he did not catch up with Sikong's self-directed and self-acted drama:

Speaking of the fact that Mingguang’s high-level hesitations from his colleagues and the doubts from the parents of students who went to Beijing to rush for the exams, Sikong’s response measures were quite simple and rude. That handful, whether it was those who went to the sea to do business, those who flowed into private schools, those who were in official departments, and those who set up hunting teams, were all uprooted and brought to the start of the admissions ceremony.

Under the gaze of the eyes from all parties who almost burst, this so-called "handful of" a total of 760 teachers boarded the podium and announced on the spot that they had resigned from their original positions to teach in Qinshan Wushu School.

Many of them have gained a reputation in various non-teaching industries and are unwilling to return to their old line of business. They have been hollowed out by private schools for a long time and finally all ended in failure-and these difficulties have never been for Sikong. Not a question worth bothering about.

Don't you suspect that Sikong is fooling around?

Don’t you think that lowering the admissions standard is a joke?

Don't you think that expanding the enrollment limitlessly is equivalent to destroying the golden signboard of Qinshan Wushu School?

Hehe~

One thing to mention here is that whether it is an evolving person or a Practitioner, the starting point for a good evolver mentor to teach and self-taught is not at the same baseline.

Regardless of the fact that these evolutionary mentors are often weak and weak or even ordinary people, but this will not affect their "teaching and educating people". Let your non-faculty members have high ranks and high output. Talk about From various auxiliary awakening theories, alienation inducements, golden evolutionary age sprinting methods, etc., ten of you are not enough for them to squirt, and what people play with you is not the same way.

An evolutionary mentor with a beautiful resume can often easily attract hundreds of parents who look forward to their children with a wave of hands, and this credibility depends on the batch after batch of successful awakening and alienation or overcoming three. The Practitioner still has no dogs.

It is conceivable that when the team of more than 700 teachers appeared on the podium, it would cause a sensation.

Those who were dug into the corner, especially those senior members of private martial arts schools, almost went into shock on the spot.

f*ck Can you do whatever you want if you have money?

Facts have proved-

Yes, if you have money, you can do whatever you want, even trivial things!

If you don’t agree with Young Master Sikong, you will use Yuanjing ticket to smash his clothes. If you still don’t agree, it can only prove that your equivalent is not enough. In the era of cataclysm, there are really very few things that can’t be exchanged. of.

The golden output of Mr. Sikong, regardless of cost, is in exchange for absolute control of the admissions ceremony. Those private schools that are rushing over the wall are still thinking about dragging their calves here. Of course, he hurried back to his lair and discussed with the top of the school. How to plug the big hole...

This is really a draw from the bottom of the pot!

Those private schools that have lost the top support are not only faced with simple job gaps, but the diversion of students is the most terrifying.

Ahem...

Too much...

Lin Chou didn't care too much about these messy things, but he was still happy to see Sagong win.

Without him, the new site of Qinshan Martial Arts School is closer to Yanhuishan.

And when the troublemaker ran away, Lin Chou obviously rushed to his body and looked more angry. Who made him jump on the podium immediately after the enrollment ceremony and set up the stall?

That's right, the rostrum for the entire ceremony was the booth allocated to him by Sikong.

The huge venue under the stage has become a vegetable market, and various small vendors yelled vigorously in the bustling crowd of parents and students, and the contents of the sale were all-encompassing:

Selling air in the middle of selling land in the world.

In short, they dare to sell everything except the body, and there are even yelling "Awakening Power Pill"...

Well, this one was asked to talk without saying a few words. It is estimated that the talk will last for at least 15 days.

Whenever there is a lively venue, the vendors must rush, and most of the owners will specifically set aside a site for them to do business. Naturally, they need to send people to maintain order and plan the market.

It’s the right thing to make money together if you have money. This is also what Mingguang’s senior executives are happy to say-probably because it will appear to be more prosperous and vigorous, right?

but!

Guys like Lin Chou are no longer treated.

Everyone draws down the road and all depends on your ability. Your business is better. Why do you jump to the rostrum and set up a stall?

So old Gao is so conspicuous, besides you, do these gold masters still want to look at others? !

Vendors are not without malicious discussions:

"Bah, related households."

"This guy must have gone through the back door!"

"It could also be the back door..."

"Huh?"

"This brother, please put away your bold ideas!"

"It's dirty, but I like..."

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Directly in front of the rostrum, under the feet of two powerful speakers, there is a booth that is particularly conspicuous.

The stall owner was a shameless young woman, carrying a small basket on her back, and an equally small, white and fat doll was in the basket with her teeth and dancing claws, and she giggled and giggled with saliva.

In front of the young woman were two specially made large cast iron pots more than two fingers thick...

If emmmm were placed before the cataclysm, probably just two carefully crafted pots would be able to conclude that the woman came from a big family.

The food in the two big pots interweaves a very wonderful fragrance. Even if a certain stall on the stage is so geographically located, it still can't stop the long queue of women in front of the stall.

"Second fresh!"

The small banner on the woman's head says so.

The "teammates" in the line complained from time to time that they had been waiting for sore feet and sore legs. It felt like a century had passed.

"This woman is the descendant of the pillars of the restaurant?"

"No, this is the only one in the base city without a semicolon."

"Second fresh? Is Mingguang second... Who is the first?"

"Brother die, newcomer, okay with the surname of "Second"~"

"Oh, that's also a big tone!"

Someone chuckled,

"If someone's family can still produce an awakened person in each generation as in the first few decades, I will guarantee that you will be beaten out of the brain on the spot when you say this."

The guy who was hehe didn't get angry, and immediately assumed a humbly asking for advice.

"This man, what do you say?"

In front of Eight Trigrams, all anger that is not aimed at slots is a hooligan.

Xiongtai, who just spoke, is very satisfied with the other party’s attitude of knowing and correcting mistakes.

"It's a long story if you speak..."

"Brother, take Mazar, sit down and say slowly, it will take a long time to line up anyway~"

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