Fake daughters are wealthy

A group of people arrived at the laboratory building and climbed up to the third floor. Liang Conglin was leading the way to the innermost lecture hall when they met a few students walking out.

It seems that these people just finished class.

Liang Conglin turned his head and said to Ye Maoshan with a smile, "It seems that it's time for get out of class to end."

Ye Maoshan was also in a good mood, and followed him forward with his hands behind his back.

Suddenly I heard two students passing by him say: "Liang Le didn't complete the task assigned by Professor Jiang again. In addition to the last time, he has failed to hand in his homework three times in a row... According to what Professor Jiang said before, every three times Those who don’t hand in their homework will fail.”

"Do you really believe it? He is different from us. Look at his domineering appearance on weekdays. He doesn't look like someone who is afraid of failing the exam."

"You mean Professor Jiang won't hang him?"

"I didn't say that."

"But that Liang Le didn't leave after class today. He is usually the first to leave. This time, he made it clear that he wanted to talk to Professor Jiang."

Ye Maoshan listened for a while, but didn't understand why.

Plus two students walked away.

It's not easy for him to call people back to ask for clarification.

Ye Maoshan walked forward with doubts all over his head.

Wait until you walk outside the lecture theater.

Liang Conglin just said, "It's right here."

He heard the sound of smashing things coming from inside, and then the boy roared and threatened: "What do you think you are? You really take yourself seriously. My uncle is the principal! If you dare to fail my subject, I will find you later Uncle fired you!"

Ye Maoshan suddenly lowered his face, turned his head to look at Liang Conglin: "Uncle is the principal?"

Liang Conglin was sweating profusely, his back was soaked, and he raised his hand to wipe the sweat. He was so frightened: "I... this..."

Ye Maoshan rolled his eyes at him, and directly raised his legs to go in.

At this time, the driver also politely said to Liang Conglin who was blocking the door: "Principal Liang, please give way."

Liang Conglin took a deep breath and turned sideways to get out of the way.

The driver thanked him and followed him straight away.

But Liang Conglin's face was pale, and now he wanted to die, and when he realized it, he was afraid of causing trouble, so he hurried to catch up.

There were still a few students in the lecture hall who did not leave.

Probably stayed to ask the professor a question.

They were all afraid to speak because Liang Le smashed the professor's teacup and yelled at the professor.

Looking at the door again, an old man came in, followed by a middle-aged man.

They haven't figured out the identity of the old man yet.

If you look closely, you will see a familiar person.

Immediately, several students in the lecture hall whispered together: "The principal is here."

"The principal didn't come to support Liang Le, did he?"

"Then what about Professor Jiang?"

"But the principal is Uncle Liang Le...they are relatives..."

Liang Conglin heard these comments when he came in.

He is so wronged right now that he wants to clarify to everyone immediately that he has never engaged in this kind of nepotism with relatives.

He didn't know that his cousin was talking about his identity in private.

Liang Conglin's temples were throbbing wildly. He hadn't recovered from the students' discussions, and he looked at the debris on the ground where the podium was.

His nephew, who hadn't seen him once in a year or so, was besieging Jiang Zongjin on the podium, and he was still talking nonsense when the disaster was imminent.

"Aren't you doing experiments? Experiments need funds. If you don't fail my department, I can intercede for you later and ask for some funds."