Fang Jianhong was unwilling. He took the phone from Ma Hai Tao and bowed respectfully. "Hello, Director Ma, I'm Jianhong. I'm with Haitao. I think you have some kind of misunderstanding about the child? Haitao is the victim. He was injured without doing anything and is now receiving treatment in the hospital. Is Director Ma free? I want to rush over and report to you in person. "
"Director Fang." Director Ma was no stranger to the school leaders of the Ivy League. His attitude softened a little. "Are you sure Ma Hai Tao didn't do anything?"
"This — I know Haitao a little. If he did something wrong, he would confess to us teachers. But this time, he really felt wronged. His eyes are red — "
There was silence on the other end of the phone. Clearly, Director Ma was moved by Fang Jianhong.
"What are you going to do?" Director Ma asked.
"When the hospital's appraisal results are out, we want to send these medical records and the students' confessions to the Education Department," Fang Jianhong said. "No matter what, we have to get justice for the students of our school. We can't let them suffer losses. The students' thoughts are the simplest and most innocent, but they have a strong sense of right and wrong. If they were wronged this time, it would have a profound impact on their lives — "
In order to convince Director Ma to stand on his side, Fang Jianhong even used some knowledge from education. If you don't help us get justice for your son, don't blame me when your son gives up on himself and goes down the wrong path — with Fang Jianhong's familiarity with Ma Hai Tao, this kid was already very crooked. His words would definitely come true.
Director Ma naturally understood the meaning behind Fang Jianhong's words. He snorted and said, "Years of hard work can't withstand a small setback. Is there a problem with the teaching quality of the Ivy League school?"
Fang Jianhong broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly tried to salvage the situation. "Director Ma, I'm just worried that this will happen. Haitao is your child and also my student. Who doesn't want him to get better and better? Don't you think so? "
"I'll find out more about this," Director Ma said and hung up the phone.
When Fang Jianhong returned the phone to Ma Haitao, he said with a strange expression, "Is someone pressuring your dad? Ma Haitao had just called to talk about this matter, but he already knew about it and immediately said that he wanted to apologize — which True God did they move? "
Lin Yubin said with a gloomy face, "Oppressing people with power, lawless and out of control. How could they do such a dirty thing? How can such a person be qualified to be a teacher? "
Fang Jianhong glared at Lin Yubin, who hurriedly apologized and scolded Rosefinch for being shameless.
Head Ma's name was Ma Wenxue. He wasn't the head of Huacheng's Education Department, but a deputy head who was ranked highly. Of course, with such a big Buddha in the Education Department, it was enough for Ma Haitao to do whatever he wanted in a high school.
Ma Wenxue hung up the phone and felt a headache coming on.
Although his immediate superior had just informed him that his son, Ma Haitao, should apologize to others and obtain their forgiveness, and he had verbally agreed to it, he still felt dissatisfied when he thought about it.
His son was injured and hospitalized, and he still had to apologize to the person who hit him. If word of this got out, where would he, Ma Wenxue, put his face? Moreover, what Fang Jianhong said made sense. Ma Haitao was his biological son, after all, and if he got into a dead end because of this matter, he wouldn't be able to pull him back —
Pa!
He slammed his palm heavily on the table, then carried his teacup and walked to the head's office at the easternmost end of the corridor.
Wang Wenhai was the head of the Education Department, and he was also the official who controlled this office. In the office, his words carried enormous weight, and Ma Wenxue didn't have the ability to wrestle with him.
His subordinates often joked about Ma Wenxue's and Wang Wenhai's names, saying that one was "Wenxue" and the other was "Wenhai". From their names, it was obvious that Wenhai was older than Wenxue.
What they said was the truth, and Ma Wenxue didn't even have the leeway to refute it.
Of course, every time he heard such a comparison, he felt a prickling feeling of discomfort in his heart.
Ma Wenxue knocked on the door and entered. Wang Wenhai was on the phone with someone. When he saw Ma Wenxue come in, he glanced at him with a strange expression and gestured for him to sit on the sofa and wait for a moment.
Wang Wenhai hung up the phone and looked at Ma Wenxue with a smile, asking, "Wenxue, what's the matter?"
"I know that you don't lack good tea here, so I brought the teacups just to ask for a cup of good tea to drink," Ma Wenxue said jokingly, deliberately trying to get closer to him.
"Old Ma, do you still lack good tea in your own office? I think you're too stingy. You can't bear to drink your own good tea, so you always ask for mine, "Wang Wenhai said, pretending to be angry.
Ma Wenxue was shocked. Wang Wenhai said that he was too stingy. Could it be that he already knew why he was here?
Some people said that the way of being an official had four words: Be bold and careful.
Ma Wenxue had been immersed in officialdom for many years, so he had some understanding of these four words. Be it his superior or his subordinates, every word they said had a deeper meaning.
Was this "too stingy" just referring to Ma Wenxue's tea collection, or was it referring to something else?
However, since he was here, he had to untie the knot in his heart. Otherwise, he would be scared off by Wang Wenhai with just one sentence, and he would be looked down upon even more.
Ma Wenxue said with a smile, "I've drunk the tea here, and I feel that the tea in my office can't compare. I've been raised to be picky. Chief, you can't let me go back disappointed. "
Wang Wenhai sighed softly and said, "Are you here for your son's matter?"
"Yes. To tell you the truth, I just called that kid and gave him a good scolding. I even said that I would break his legs when I got back. However, Fang Jian, the school's director, took the phone and reprimanded me. He said that I had wronged the kid this time. That kid is usually as stubborn as a cow, but today he actually knew to wipe his tears — director Fang Jian also said that they would wait for the doctor's appraisal results to come out, and then send the students' confessions and medical records to the Education Department — at that time, things would get out of hand. " Ma Wenxue looked at Wang Wenhai sincerely and said, "I'm here to ask the chief how this matter should be handled."
A hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Wang Wenhai's mouth, but it disappeared in an instant.
Wang Wenhai looked at Ma Wenxue and said, "Wenxue, look at something first —"
As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and sent a video to Ma Wenxue's mobile phone.
As soon as Ma Wenhai opened the video, the sound of his son, Ma Haitao, cursing like an unscrupulous hooligan —
If he couldn't scold him, he would beat him; if he couldn't beat him, he would cry. Then, he would lie on the ground and pretend to be dead —
The content was simply unbearable to look at. Ma Wenxue had never thought that his obedient and sensible son would have such a side to him.
Ma Wenxue felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He knew that he had been completely tricked by those bastards.
The people over there had such evidence in their hands, and they could also send it to Wang Wenhai's book. This matter would not be easy to resolve.
Wang Wenhai looked at Ma Wenxue and said, "Did you see it clearly?"
"Chief, I was deceived by that bastard," Ma Wenxue said in a dry voice.
"Old Ma, originally, for your sake and for the sake of the Education Department, they were prepared to turn this matter into a small one — this video will end here with me. That's why I called you and asked you to tell Haitao to apologize to the others, and this matter would be over. "
"But, since you feel that your son has been wronged, and the Ivy League wants to seek justice for their student, it seems like we can't suppress it anymore. I'll leave this matter to you," Wang Wenhai said. "I'll leave it to you." "I believe that you will definitely be able to handle this matter impartially."
"I will. I will definitely handle this matter impartially. I will not be biased just because one of them is my son, "Ma Wenxue said as he nodded solemnly. He felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart.
He knew that his son was going to be unlucky, and the Ivy League was going to be unlucky too — if they weren't unlucky, then he would be the unlucky one.
"What a scam," he cried miserably in his heart.
When Fang Yan brought a group of students downstairs, he happened to bump into Baldy, who had just parked his car and was running upstairs.
Baldy saw Fang Yan and asked, "Has the matter been resolved?"
"Not yet," Fang Yan said.
"Then why did he leave?"
Not only was Baldy confused, but even Huang Haoran and the others felt that it was strange.
Mr. Fang had angered the Ivy League's Dean, Fang Jianhong, to such an extent. Presumably, they wouldn't just let it go, right?
"Someone will help me resolve it," Fang Yan said with a smile. He turned to look at Huang Haoran and the others and said, "I won't ask you to write a reflection letter, so you probably won't feel that you've done anything wrong. I want you to write down the course of events, and then think about whether there's a better way to resolve the problem — I have a language class tomorrow afternoon, and I'll look for you at that time to get your answers. "
"Alright, Mr. Fang," the students replied.
Fang Yan looked at Baldy and said, "Let's go. Drive me back. "
The students all laughed and said, "Mr. Fang, you came here in Baldy's battery-powered car?"
These guys all knew that Baldy's car was an battery-powered car. Only I have too high expectations of him.
Just as Baldy drove Fang Yan to the entrance of the hospital, a white BMW stopped in front of them.
Tangcheng opened the door and got out of the car. He looked at Fang Yan, who was sitting in the back seat of the battery-powered car, with a smile.
Fang Yan jumped out of the battery-powered car, looked at Tangcheng and scolded, "You bastard, you still dare to run over to see me? You hurt someone and ran away. Don't you have any shame? Who are you going to let clean up after you? "
"Stop scolding, I know you're not angry," Tangcheng said jokingly.
"—" Fang Yan was very depressed. He felt that he had been completely seen through by these students.
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