Hong Dali didn't take this seriously at all, but the reporters below immediately became upset.
When it comes to a school, it has strong teaching staff, complete equipment and beautiful environment. These are the key directions that are often promoted, but who has seen such a strong teaching staff?!
In other schools, generally speaking, if one teacher can lead one or two classes, or if one teacher can only lead one class, it is considered to be an overstaffing of teachers. It can be said that the teaching staff is bloated. But Hong Dali's new Lanxiang is better.
, one-on-one teaching by direct teachers, one-on-one, and a substitute, is this so invincible, is it possible?!
Compared with this sky-breaking team of teachers, those 30 million pieces of equipment suddenly seemed so insignificant...
At this time, none of the reporters in the room doubted the authenticity of Hong Dali's decision. Because in their opinion, this super prodigal son who could turn two aircraft carriers into one with a wave of his hand did indeed have such a gorgeous prodigal ability that would break through the sky.
——Two hundred and forty million a year is really nothing to him.
"Young Master Dali," reporter John's microphone almost hit Hong Dali's mouth: "Have you really decided to do this? God, the one-to-one teaching model is something we can't even imagine!
Isn’t this too...wasted?"
"At first glance, it seems that your structure is too small," Hong Dali said with disdain on his face: "One-to-one teaching is the correct way - otherwise, how could I lose my fortune? Oh, really, the structure is too small, the structure is really too small!"
Reporters were desperately taking notes in the back: "Young Master Dali's prodigal pattern is so great that it makes people admire him! With such gorgeous methods of prodigalism, it seems that it should be ranked among the top ten prodigal sons in the world. Young Master Dali will definitely
Steady first place!”
By this time, these reporters had become astute, and many of them filmed the entire scene. After the filming, Hong Dali said that John’s layout was too small, and each one of them held the camera as if they had found a treasure - such a scene
It doesn't happen that easily.
At this time, Tang Muxin asked the chief in a low voice: "Uncle Chief, what Dali just said...is it okay?"
"This bastard, just do whatever he says," the chief covered his face in embarrassment: "I can't control him anymore..."
At this point, the boy who asked Hong Dali for help came over again with a pretty girl and asked, "Master Dali, this is my girlfriend. She said she likes you.
, I want to take a photo with you, is that okay?"
This... is not good...
Hong Dali stood directly next to the girl. He said with a smile: "Why are you so polite? Isn't it just a photo..."
Tang Muxin muttered in a low voice: "This bastard is not even so enthusiastic about me..." It was obvious that the little girl was jealous...
At this time, a group of reporters started taking pictures. As they were taking pictures, someone suddenly asked strangely: "Why does this girl look so familiar to me? It feels like I have seen it somewhere before..."
His words reminded everyone around him, and soon, a Heavenly Kingdom reporter suddenly slapped his thigh: "Isn't this the genius girl who programmed the building's lighting CNC system by herself? Her name is Zhuang Mengze, right? She is also studying here.
?”
As soon as the reporter called out the girl's name, people around him immediately asked, "Zhuang Mengze? Is he famous? Why do you think it's so powerful? The building's lighting CNC system? It doesn't sound that powerful, right?"
"Yes, yes, such a system is not difficult to make, right?"
"What do you know!" The reporter carefully saved the photo of Hong Dali and Zhuang Mengze, and then said: "This system is not difficult to implement. The problem is that Zhuang Mengze was only nine years old when he made this! Nine years old! We are nine years old
I used to play glass balls..."
You can make a CNC system at the age of nine?!
Everyone looked at Zhuang Mengze as if he had seen a ghost. The little girl was a little shy and said sheepishly: "Actually, he's not that strong. I'm just playing around out of boredom..."
Hong Dali smiled and said: "Oh, he is still a master! Well, I can't be wronged. Let's give him a scholarship of 500,000 yuan every year. I will reward him later if he develops any good things!"
"Thank you, Young Master Dali." Zhuang Mengze's face turned red: "They say you are a kind-hearted and generous person who is a big loser. You have learned a lot today!"
Be kind and generous, and be a waste of money! You must remember this quickly!
The scholarship for one student alone is 500,000 yuan. This Hong Dali’s generosity can be seen today!
Hong Dali asked again: "By the way, are you studying anything now?"
"Study..." Zhuang Mengze was about to speak when he suddenly saw the leader shaking his head slightly at her. He quickly changed his words: "But I have only studied a little bit. I still want to study hard and deepen my theoretical knowledge, so I am still in the knowledge reserve stage for now.
I heard that the environment here is very good and the ideas are very avant-garde. I came here."
The reporters all around made another quick note: "The genius girl is coming to Xinlanxiang for further study. What kind of mysterious background does Xinlanxiang have?!"
They were just following the wind, but Tang Muxin, who was following the leader, saw it with sharp eyes and asked in a low voice: "Uncle leader, this Zhuang Mengze is very powerful, isn't he? There must be a conspiracy in this, right?"
"Ahem," the chief said with a wink: "The details of high-tech members who are state secrets cannot be discussed in detail."
When he said this, Tang Muxin understood at the time, sighed and said, "What a pity, otherwise I would definitely scare these reporters!"
Of course, these were just minor episodes. After a while, reporters were everywhere taking photos, and Hong Dali snapped his fingers: "Let's go and have a look at the next teaching area! Well, that's right.
," Hong Dali asked Principal Wang who was standing aside: "Principal Wang, what is the major in the teaching area next to here? Let's go there and have a look?"
"Prodigal son, prodigal son..." Principal Wang was helpless: "The next one is auto repair, let's go. Oh, spend less money, Master Dali. It's not easy to make some money these days..."
"If you have money, you can't keep it if you don't want to spend it," Hong Dali curled his lips: "Let's go, the next stop is the auto repair teaching area!"
…
In the center of Tianjing, inside a large Internet cafe.
Vincent Iverson, the Angel of Doom, was sitting in an Internet cafe with the beautiful woman who supported him, playing Dream League with others on the Internet.
Although the Angel of Doom himself has an IQ of over 180, it is obvious that this guy is an otaku, and he is also a super otaku - although he is a hacker technology otaku, for him, he can still play games happily.
It attracts him even more. After all, as a hacker, he won’t have a beautiful woman to support him. He can eat and drink well every day and occasionally do some things he loves to do...
But today the Angel of Doom expressed dissatisfaction, very dissatisfaction, quite dissatisfaction!
The cause of the matter was that he met the most depressing AFK party - originally he had a lot of fun with the beautiful woman. With his superb skills and perfect cooperation with the beautiful woman, it was a blast to fight.
Starting from the beginning, he directly beat the opponent ten to four, which can be regarded as a big lead.
But the problem is that just after twenty minutes, one of the main positions in the team stopped moving...
You know, the Dream Blade League is a team game that requires a lot of cooperation. No matter how good your personal equipment is or how powerful you are, you can't beat five, so Vincent Iverson just watched his team act like this.
From ten to four, we were chased to twelve to eleven, and then the gap began to widen little by little. In the end, we were finally defeated and became twenty to thirty-four...
At this point, it was already too weak to save the day. After the last forty minutes of hard work, the game was over...
In fact, it doesn't matter if you lose in one round. Victory or defeat is a common thing for military strategists, and the Angel of Doom doesn't take it too seriously.
As a result, he was unfortunate enough to meet a team with the word "Haomeng" written all over their heads...
In fact, no one else in this team is that good. Although the strength is strong, it is still within the scope of human beings. The problem is that there is a girl named [Hao Meng] Zixuan, who is like Vincent Iverson.
Damn it...
Vincent Iverson's ability is still very good, but it is obvious that being a hacker does not mean that he can be very good at playing games. In fact, he just loves to play and can dominate one side. The problem is [Haomeng]
】Zixuan's strength is two levels higher than him. If Vincent Iverson's fighting strength is 10, then [Haomeng] Zixuan's fighting strength is at least 50, and she is definitely a world-class player...
…
So the two sides met face to face. After Vincent Iverson lost the first game by a big score, he got into a fight with [Hao League] Zixuan - if a truly world-class gamer would admit it, you
I can't fuck you as a little girl?!
The two parties left their communication methods, and the people calling for friends began to kill each other in darkness, so another two hours passed...
Vincent Iverson knelt down four times and was so angry that he wanted to smash the keyboard. His expression at that time was like a cat's tail caught in the door.
"I won't play any more! I'll wait until I find a good teammate!" Vincent Iverson said, then he took out his phone and started to send me a few notes: "I'm really depressed today. I lost five games in a row.
It’s simply impossible to live! The sky is full of gray, and even life has become less interesting! My balls hurt, I only feel a deep pain in my balls now! Oh, Hatsune, do you understand my pain? Let me
The guy you snatched away must also have a deep pain in his balls!"
…
Hong Dali and his group in the New Lanxiang Technical School were walking when suddenly a gust of wind blew by. Tang Muxin shivered and whispered to the leader beside her: "Why do I feel such deep resentment?
Uncle Chief, is there someone who wants to take action against Dali? I always feel like nothing is normal lately."
"I feel it too," the chief said in a deep voice, "Wait until I ask and find out what's going on this time!"
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