Mysterious Commander, High Profile Love

Ye Luo sat down and looked up at him: "How many years does Teacher Zhang want to be a mentor?"

"Ten years, maybe ten years will be promoted."

If it doesn't matter at school, you must rely on your seniority to survive your status.

It will take more than ten years for the department head to talk less.

"In less than ten years, you have the opportunity to be the head of the department now, depending on whether you want to." Ye Luo said.

Mentor Zhang couldn't believe it: "Our department has a director, how can I..."

"Teacher, as long as you have ambitions, we can cooperate. Your current department head has made a big mistake. It depends on whether you dare to expose him."

Instructor Zhang hesitated. Didn't this take his hand to deal with the department head?

The dean of their Chinese language major is the younger brother of the school director, which is so easy to get over.

"If you don't want to, just assume that I didn't say it, but after this village, there will be no store. If you don't want me, I will find someone to continue cooperating."

Ye Luo stood up, and then left.

Mentor Zhang shouted to her: "Are you...sure you can get the department head down?"

"Tutor Zhang, if money can solve this matter, I can tell you with 100% certainty that your department chair has been appointed."

Instructor Zhang nodded: "Okay, I'll gamble with you."

Ye Luo smiled: "Ms. Zhang has to do very simple."

She whispered a few words to Mentor Zhang.

Instructor Zhang nodded and took her materials to the dean of the department.

The dean of the department stopped him in the same way: "Mr Liu gave twice as much money as her."

Tutor Zhang said righteously; “Director! As tutors and educators, how can we handle things with money? I think Ye Luo is a good classmate, and I am sure to accept her as a student.”

The head of the department looked at him with an ugly expression: "Are you sick? Mr. Liu can give you as much as she gives you. I don't know who you are, Zhang Qian? Pretend in front of me."

Mentor Zhang's expression also turned bad: "The director should not treat a gentleman like a villain. I really think Ye Luo has great potential, and our department should accept her."

"I don't agree." The department head leaned back in his chair: "What can you do."

"Director, our tutors have the right to admit students themselves!"

"I don't give you this right now. The Chinese language professional listens to Lao Tzu. Don't get in the way of your brain."

Instructor Zhang was a little worried and said: "It's not that I have a brain hole, but the director still knows how much Ye Luo promised to give me?"

"How much? Will Liu always have less money than her?"

"Five million." Mentor Zhang said.

The head of the department frowned: "How could it be that she is not for studying, so she spends so much money to transfer to a major."

"So director, we are all people who do things with money, and you don't have to stop me from making money."

"Isn't it five million? Do you think Mr. Liu can't afford it? I transferred the money to you at night, and you went back to the poor valley."

"This can't work. I refuse Ye Luo classmate only when I see the money. I don't want to be empty-headed." Instructor Zhang shrewdly said.

The dean snorted coldly: "You don't even believe me?"

"Director, money is the most reliable."

In addition to money, no other people and things can be trusted.

"You must be waiting at night." The department head said impatiently.

Mentor Zhang returned to the office and said to Ye Luo: "Sure enough, as you think, Mr. Liu is willing to pay more, saying that he will send me the money at night."

"Have things been recorded?"