Zheng Sike knew that Feng Jun was doing very well these days. Even "wealthy man" Boss Liu could not say exactly how much money he had.
Where there was money, there was power. That went without saying. But Xia Nation was not Mairui Country after all; having money did not mean one could do whatever one pleased.
Zheng Sike had been making his way in society for many years. He had cursed those filthy rich bastards more than once in private, but he knew very well that some things really could not be solved with money. On the contrary, there were plenty of cases where rich people themselves got dealt with.
Who did not know the power of the slaughter list?
So he glanced at Feng Jun. "Old Third, can this really be done?"
Feng Jun smiled and lifted his chin. "Make a call and try it. Then you'll know."
"Isn't that a bit too high-profile?" Zheng Sike still did not quite dare to try. "Shouldn't we leave the school some dignity?"
"If the school needs dignity, don't I?" Feng Jun answered dismissively. "If they hadn't used your staff position to make an issue of it, I wouldn't have wanted to go in the first place. Since I'm going now... just giving you a position isn't enough. Who are they looking down on?"
"Boss," Zheng Sike looked to Liu Menglong for help. "Is what Old Third said really true?"
"I haven't reached his level," Liu Menglong said without hesitation, shaking his head. But he still offered a suggestion. "Since Old Third said so, give it a try. At worst, your workplace fires you, and Old Third can help you find another job."
Zheng Sike thought it over, then finally nodded with the courage the alcohol had given him. He took