"Give us our money back! Give us our money back!"
The cries blended into one, surging like wild ocean waves and jolting Zhang Chi awake.
At the same time, he was utterly confused.
Why did they want refunds? Had someone been stirring things up behind the scenes and sabotaging his business?
That was the first possibility Zhang Chi thought of.
Shi Qianjin mingled among the crowd and shouted, "Fuck your mother, give us our money back!"
Zhang Chi was enraged. Facing everyone's accusations, he snapped, "You used the Wi-Fi too! Why should I refund you?"
"I only charged you three yuan. That's already cheap enough! Why should I refund you?"
At the far end of the corridor stood several boys and girls.
They were there to watch the show.
Zhao Xiaofeng cursed, "Tian Ge, that bastard Zhang Chi is clever enough. He actually moved the router ahead of time. He was planning to take the money and run!"
Qi Tianheng was equally unhappy. Last night, they had tipped off the Grade Director, who had come to search the classrooms during morning self-study. Yet he had found absolutely nothing. He searched several classes, but there was no router under any Multimedia computer.
Later, the Grade Director had summoned Yan Tianpeng, but Yan Tianpeng stubbornly insisted that he had not placed any router there and knew nothing about it.
The Grade Director had confronted the students, but seeing how fierce he looked, they were afraid of being punished and did not dare admit that they had bought Wi-Fi access.
But even more students who had not bought Wi-Fi spread the news.
As a result, Yan Tianpeng had gone to the office with the Grade Director.
Only one Wi-Fi seller remained. The moment Zhang Chi showed up, everyone turned on him.
Zhang Chi