Doomsday Pavilion

The next day, Qinshan Institute of Physics.

——Of course, this is just a sneer from Sikong, and the words "Qinshan Civil and Martial Arts School" are actually written on the sign.

Thanks to Sikong’s expansion of enrollment, almost half of the school-age children, unaged children and parents who double this number in Xiacheng gathered here.

Even if the four walls have not been built, it cannot stop the surging enthusiasm of the parents. They wantonly kneading their own stunned children on their shoulders and rushed out of the city to enjoy a rare canned sardine in the cataclysm era. Treatment.

Considering that potential customers may not be in the mood to eat Hesai in the early hours of the morning, Lin Chou came a little late. It was almost noon when he entered the venue, so he did not catch up with Sikong's self-directed and self-acted drama:

Speaking of the fact that Mingguang’s high-level hesitancy and doubts from his peers and the parents of students who went to Beijing to rush for the exams, Sikong’s response measures were quite simple and rude. He directly referred to the top teachers in Mingguang base city with a good record. That handful, whether it was those who went to sea to do business, flowed into private schools, mixed with official departments, and set up hunting teams, were all uprooted and brought to the start of the admissions ceremony.

Under the gaze of all the people who almost burst into staring eyes, this so-called "handful of" a total of 760 teachers boarded the rostrum and announced on the spot that they had resigned from their original positions to teach in Qinshan Wushu School.

Many of them have made a reputation in various non-teaching industries and are unwilling to return to their old line. They have been emptied by private schools for a long time and finally all ended in failure-and these difficulties have never been for Sikong. Not a question worth bothering about.

Don't you suspect that Sikong is fooling around?

Don’t you think that lowering the admissions standard is a joke?

Don't you think that expanding the enrollment limitlessly is equivalent to destroying the golden signboard of Qinshan Wushu School?

Hehe~

One thing to mention here is that whether you are an evolving person or a warrior, the starting point for a good evolver tutor to teach and self-taught is not at the same baseline.

Regardless of the fact that these evolutionary mentors are often weak and weak or even ordinary people, but this will not affect their "teaching and educating people" at all. Let your non-faculty members have high levels and high output, talk about There are various auxiliary awakening theories, alienation inducements, golden evolutionary age sprint methods, etc. Ten of you are not enough for them to squirt, and people and you are not the same way.

An evolutionary mentor with a beautiful resume can often easily attract hundreds of thousands of parents who look forward to their son Jackie Chan with a wave of hands, and this credibility depends on the batch after batch of successful awakening and alienation or overcoming three. The order still has no martial artist.

It is conceivable that when the team of more than 700 teachers appeared on the podium, it would cause a sensation.

Those who were dug into the corner, especially those senior members of private martial arts schools, almost went into shock on the spot.

Can Nima do whatever he wants with money?

Facts have proved-

Yes, if you have money, you can do whatever you want, even trivial things!

If you don’t agree with Young Master Sikong, you will use Yuanjing ticket to smash his service. If you still don’t agree, it can only prove that your equivalent is not enough. In the era of cataclysm, there are really very few things that cannot be exchanged. of.

The golden output of Lord Sagong regardless of the cost is the absolute right to control the admissions ceremony. Those private schools that are eagerly jumping the wall are still thinking about pulling their calves here. Of course, they rushed back to their lair and discussed with the school's senior officials. How to plug the big hole...

This is so much a draw!

Those private schools that have lost their pillars are not only faced with simple job openings, but the diversion of students is the most terrifying.

Ahem...

Too much...

Lin Chou didn't care too much about these messy things, but he was still happy to see Sagong win.

Without him, the new site of Qinshan Wushu School is closer to Yanhuishan.

And when the troublemaker ran away, Lin Chou obviously rushed to his body and looked more angry. Who made him jump on the rostrum immediately after the admissions ceremony and set up the stall?

That's right, the rostrum for the entire ceremony was the booth allocated to him by Sikong.

The huge venue under the stage has become a vegetable market, and various small vendors yelled vigorously in the bustling crowd of parents and students, and the contents of the sale were all-encompassing:

Selling air in the middle of selling land in the world.

In short, they dared to sell everything except themselves, and even shouted "Awakening Power Pill"...

Well, I was asked to talk without saying a few words. It is estimated that the talk will last for at least 15 days.

Whenever there is a lively venue, the vendors must rush, and most of the owners will set aside a site for them to do business. Naturally, they need to send people to maintain order and plan the market.

It's the right thing to make money together if you have money. This is also what Mingguang's senior leaders are happy to say-probably because it will appear to be more prosperous and vigorous, right?

but!

Guys like Lin Chou are no longer treated.

Everyone draws down the road and all depends on your ability, and your business is better. Why do you jump to the podium and set up a stall?

So old Gao is so conspicuous, besides you, do these gold masters still want to look at others?!

The vendors are not without malicious discussions:

"Bah, related household."

"This guy must have gone through the back door!"

"It could also be the back door..."

"Huh?"

"This brother, please put away your bold ideas!"

"It's dirty, but I like..."

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Directly in front of the rostrum, under the feet of two powerful speakers, there is a booth that stands out.

The stall owner was a shameless young woman, carrying a small basket on her back, and an equally small, white and fat doll was in the basket with her teeth and dancing claws, and she was giggling with a saliva.

In front of the young woman were two specially made large cast iron pots more than two fingers thick...

If emmmm were placed before the cataclysm, probably just two pots carefully cast by hand would be able to conclude that the woman came from a big family.

The food in the two big pots interweaves a very wonderful fragrance. Even if a certain stall on the stage is so geographically located, it still can't stop the long queue of women in front of the stall.

"Second fresh!"

The small banner on the woman's head says so.

The "teammates" in the line complained from time to time that they had already waited for a sore feet and sore legs. It felt like a century had passed.

"This woman is the descendant of the pillars of the restaurant?"

"No, this is the only one in the base city without a semicolon."

"Second fresh? Is Mingguang second... Who is the first?"

"Brother die, newcomer, okay with the second name~"

"Hey, that's also a big tone!"

Someone chuckled,

"If someone's family can still produce an awakened person in each generation as in the first few decades, I will guarantee that you will be beaten out of the brain on the spot by saying this."

The humiliated guy didn’t get angry, and immediately assumed a humbly asking for advice.

"This man, what do you say?"

In the face of gossip, all anger that does not aim at slots is a hooliganism.

Xiongtai, who just spoke, is very satisfied with the other party’s attitude of knowing and correcting mistakes.

"It's a long story if you speak..."

"Brother, take Mazar, sit down and say slowly, it will take a long time to queue anyway~"