Chapter 974 A blessing in disguise, Director Zhang
Zhou Muche, who was once one of the Nine Young Masters of the Inland Sea, is now a cripple living a miserable life.
"Su Mu, if you have the guts, why don't you come to kill me?"
Zhou Muche's voice on the other end of the phone was extremely vicious.
But Su Mu heard that something was wrong with this voice.
Madness.
That's right.
It's that kind of madness that's desperate.
The Zhou family was defeated, but not destroyed.
Zhou Muche's legs were disabled, but he was still alive.
The remaining shadow of the Zhou family is enough for him to live a life of a master for the rest of his life.
Compared with the deceased heir of the Qi family, what else does he feel dissatisfied with?
Zhou Muche is not a guy who has the courage to fight for his life.
The more this time, the less Su Mu felt that he could ignore the other party's threat.
He thought for a while and then said with a smile:
"Mr. Zhou, can we be more generous? If anything happens, come at me."
Zhou Muche's voice on the other end of the phone was gloomy and filled with pride:
"Hey, let the people around you be careful. From now on, I will let you know what it means to be in a hurry. Do you dare to come and see me? I have prepared a big gift for you."
Listening to the voice on the phone, Su Mu frowned immediately.
He immediately understood the underlying meaning of Zhou Muche's words.
Obviously, the other party has found a strong backer.
Who could this backer be?
It's nothing more than Wyeth.
Zhou Muche wanted to meet, so Su Mu couldn't let his reputation slip.
Lao Zhang's son and wife were sent to the hospital immediately. For the rest, Jiang Wangshu could sentence everyone to death with just one sentence.
On the contrary, Su Mu felt a little guilty when facing Lao Zhang.
For Lao Zhang, this was a completely unforeseen disaster.
Su Mu felt that he should do something to make up for the other party.
After all, Qingcheng Entertainment will be important in the future.
Because this is the most important channel for the power of his mobile phone faith.
After leaving the police station, he asked Lao Zhang in the car:
"Brother Zhang, how do you plan for your child's future?"
Lao Zhang was stunned and suddenly became excited:
"My boy is pretty hardworking and has a decent IQ. He wants to go to MIT or Harvard."
Su Mu nodded, shook his head, and asked directly:
"Did you know there is a school in Europe called Cold Mountain?"
Lao Zhang was stunned:
"Lengshan? What kind of school is this?"
Jiang Wangshu, who was driving, accidentally stepped on the accelerator and overturned.
He turned to look at Su Mu in shock, with deep jealousy in his eyes and a look that wanted to curse.
As a small group of people in this world who truly stand at the top, Lao Jiang naturally understands a truth.
No matter how top-notch or awesome the university is, no matter how many elites it produces, no matter how awesome it is, even if it dominates all walks of life, it will be of no use.
Because only a very small number of people can truly achieve class crossing.
This class crossing does not refer to money.
These outstanding top talents are still... workers.
Very few people know that there is a type of school in this world that is so inconspicuous that you have never even heard of its name.
But what they cultivate is a superior person.
The Lengshan that Su Mu talked about was an extremely ancient school in Europe.
That's right.
It's a school, not a college, and it doesn't have any reputation.
Even many big shots don't know the existence of this school.
There are no more than 200 students in this school, ranging from eight to thirty years old.
There are more than 500 teachers in this school.
On average, a student has at least two full-time teachers.
What are the statuses of the students who can enter this school?
Let's put it this way.
America's president's son and grandson are not even qualified.
Descendants of the Hongwu Zhu family have this qualification, but the Hongwu Zhu family has a good academic background and looks down on this school.
If Lao Zhang's son can enter this school, his future prospects cannot be said to be limitless.
When introducing myself, just these four words "from Lengshan" are unimaginably terrifying resources.
This network of connections is not just about wealth and power.
Of course Lao Zhang doesn't know Leng Shan, but he is not stupid.
Jiang Wangshu's reaction revealed too many problems.
He immediately became excited.
Is this a blessing in disguise?
"Young Master Mu, this school...! Are the admission requirements very strict? Does my boy have the qualifications?"
Jiang Wangshu rolled his eyes and said directly:
"I didn't have the qualifications back then, do you think your son did?"
Zhang Yimo suddenly trembled all over, looked at Su Mu in horror, and waved his hands repeatedly:
"Forget it, forget it."
Su Mu explained patiently:
"This school is in Europe, but I can't tell you the specific location. Every year, it enrolls as many as ten students, as few as two or three. It provides all-inclusive courses from primary school to university. There is no graduation year. It is
It's a credit system. You can graduate after completing the credits. To be honest, only the heirs of aristocratic families are eligible for admission. But with just a word from me, you can send your son to school. But... it will be very hard. Some people go in at the age of seven or eight.
I haven’t even graduated yet at the age of thirty.”
Lao Zhang stammered and looked at Su Mu, his mouth aching.
"Then...what do you learn?"
Su Mu couldn't help but laugh:
"Of course I can learn everything."
There is no reason why Zhang Yimo disagrees.
It's just that he was a little flattered.
After all, he felt that his relationship with Su Mu was far from being so familiar.
It was nothing more than directing a talent show himself, and he was the winner.
But in this draft, he should be grateful to Su Mu.
Without Su Mu, there would be no draft.
Without this draft, how would he turn around? How would he make money?
So he simply signed with Qingcheng Entertainment just to repay the favor.
And now, Su Mu actually gave his son another chance to completely change his destiny.
This kind of kindness can only be repaid by buying and selling lives in the future.
"Young Master Mu, I won't say thank you. What's in my stomach, Lao Zhang, is all yours."
Su Mu got off the car halfway and asked Jiang Wangshu to drive Lao Zhang to the hospital, but he stopped a taxi and slowly appeared at the place he had made an appointment with Zhou Muche.
This is a building outside the Fifth Ring Road in the southern suburbs of the imperial capital.
Su Mu got off the car at the door and walked in swaggeringly.
On the top floor of the building, Zhou Muche's eyes were fixed on the monitor in front of him.
When Su Mu entered the door, he made a very humiliating gesture to the hidden camera.
Zhou Muche was so angry that his nose almost became crooked.
He thought that Su Mu was humiliating him.
Looking at Su Mu, walking leisurely in the courtyard, it was like visiting the market.
The entire building is already heavily guarded.
Su Mu could naturally sense the masters lurking in the dark.
All of them are actually members of the Guwu Sect.
And there are one third of the ancient warriors.
In the lobby of the building, behind a middle-aged man were two rows of strong men in black suits wearing sunglasses. They looked at Su Mu coldly and stopped him.
"Are you Su Mu?"
Su Mu smiled and nodded.
The middle-aged man looked him up and down:
"I want to check."
Su Mu raised his hands indifferently.
Just do as the Romans do and act like a couple.
The other party checked very carefully, even the hair was not spared.
After making sure that Su Mu didn't bring any weapons, the middle-aged man said:
"My young master is waiting for you, please come with me."
Su Mu allowed this group of strong men to surround him and stuff him into an elevator as if he was being escorted.
The elevator rose slowly and soon reached the top floor.
The middle-aged man's eyes were like daggers, he stared at Su Mu and said calmly: