However, Jiang Yucheng was educated by Jiang Zhihao, and he punched him in the nose. This kind of adult punch made the little fat man's nose bleed, and he squatted on the ground and cried out in pain.
When the teacher arrived, he was shocked when he saw this situation. He quickly took both of them to the office, and then called Jiang Rongjing and the other parent's parents.
As it turned out, neither Jiang Rongjing nor the couple opposite him had a good temper, and they started to argue with each other for a while, with no intention of reconciling at all.
"Actually, to be fair, Jiang Yucheng did go a bit too far in this matter. Fighting between classmates is a child's nature, but he punched someone in the nose, causing nosebleeds, which was too much.
It's violent. If you are so ruthless at such a young age, how can you do it again when you grow up? As for this gentleman, if you have not educated your son to be a well-educated and reasonable child, please don't cause trouble here."
The teacher's statement made Jiang Rongjing's eyes widen, and the middle-aged couple became even more proud, saying: "I heard what the teacher said, but they still didn't admit their mistakes. I can tell you, if my son had
Don’t even think about the sequelae! We have a lot of people in our family in the provincial capital, and even if you are rag pickers, we can still make you have no food to eat!”
"Who do you think is picking up rags? Try saying it again!" Jiang Rongjing rushed over again like an angry bull.
"I'm talking about your family. Look at the clothes you're wearing. They're all street vendors. What's so cool about it? I heard from my son that you're riding a broken battery car? When did you drive a Mercedes-Benz E like me?
Come and send your children to school, and then come and discuss other matters with me." The middle-aged man said.
"Driving a Mercedes-Benz is nothing special! My brother said, as long as other places are better than you, that's fine!" Jiang Yucheng said loudly.
The middle-aged couple laughed loudly and said: "What do you know, you little brat? Your brother lied to you. Whoever's family is rich is the most amazing. They just have to be better than us in other places. That's not true."
Is this typical self-deception? Little brother, you told him this, right? Just lie to yourself, why are you lying to your children?"
"Do you think you are rich?" Jiang Zhihao asked.
"I don't think I'm very rich, but at least it's richer than your family." The middle-aged woman hummed.
Jiang Zhihao hummed and said to the teacher: "Let the school handle this matter. We should pay for it. We will talk about the rest tomorrow."
"You said tomorrow is tomorrow?" the middle-aged man said.
Jiang Zhihao turned to look at him and said coldly: "Yes, I said it will be tomorrow."
His tone was as cold as the twelfth lunar month in winter, biting to the bone. Everyone around him could feel the chill on his body, especially the middle-aged couple. From their angles, Jiang Zhihao's sharp eyes could be clearly seen, as if they were hiding a knife.
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This made them feel a little scared, as if they had done something wrong.
The teacher seemed to feel uneasy and persuaded: "Let's do this first. You give them two thousand yuan and let them take the child to the hospital to take a X-ray or something. We will discuss it tomorrow after the hospital comes out with the results."
"Okay." Jiang Zhihao didn't say much. He directly asked for the account number and transferred two thousand yuan to it, and then asked Jiang Rongjing and Jiang Yucheng to leave.
Jiang Rongjing was very unhappy: "Why should I give them money? What if they tore up my son's storybook and cursed me?"
"Yes, brother, he even tore up my storybook." Jiang Yucheng said.
"Let's talk tomorrow." Jiang Zhihao still answered like this.
Until he left the office, there was still some silence in the room. After a long time, the little fat man shouted: "Mom, my nose hurts."