After hanging up on Li Lanxiang, Wang Xiaoliang's head buzzed.
He kept thinking it over-no, remembering and thinking it over.
Three stores, hundreds of thousands in hard cash every month, had been sentenced to death with a single remark.
Trading power for money.
Those words were vicious.
Principal Song Yi had followed the rules, but in the mouths of Director Yan and the others, it had become abusing his position for personal gain.
Not only had they turned their backs on him after he left, they were even determined to smear him.
All this trouble had started with those two bastards, Sun Wenbin and Li Laifu.
He couldn't touch Sun Wenbin right now, but what about Li Laifu?
You started this, so don't blame me for hitting back.
Wang Xiaoliang clenched his teeth and strode swiftly straight off campus.
A plan to take Li Laifu down quickly formed in his mind.
There were problems everywhere with the goods in Li Laifu's store. Especially those bargain drinks Li Xiaozhi hawked every day on her livestream as "special deals for the family."
Nine yuan ninety a case. They were definitely counterfeit or substandard, or expired products with altered dates.
Buy two cases, ask for an invoice and a receipt, and take photos on the spot for evidence.
Then step outside and call 12315, taking it straight to the Market Supervision and Administration Bureau.
Start with Tenfold Compensation for Counterfeits, then have my wife expose him. Right, hadn't she made up with Xie Hui? Xie Hui would be the best person for the job.
And that wouldn't be the end of it.
Li Laifu was a born miser. Those managers and clerks who worked from dawn till dark definitely had no social insurance contributions paid for them. They hadn't even signed proper employment