10 9, if you want to buy osmanthus, you end up buying alcohol. _1

Principal Liu was by no means a simple or foolish person to be able to become the head of Future Star Primary School.

Upon hearing Lin Mo's words, she let out a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted and forced a smile, saying, "A slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue, it was my mistake."

"Mr. Lin, I am here on behalf of Future Star Primary School to assure you once again,"

"There will absolutely be no bullying or mistreatment of students in our school."

"Please be assured of that,"

Lin Mo nodded slightly and said indifferently, "That would be the best outcome. Then Principal Liu, I won't take up any more of your time, goodbye."

"Mr. Lin, let me see you out."

Principal Liu followed Lin Mo respectfully and escorted him out of the office. Only when Lin Mo was out of sight did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Thankfully,

although her affair had been discovered, it seemed that he had no intention of blackmailing her over it.

This was a stroke of luck amid misfortune.

Principal Liu thought to herself that to ensure his absolute secrecy, it wasn't enough to just meet his demands.

She must also offer something advantageous.

Only then could she truly rest easy.

What should she give Lin Mo?

Money?

That's not quite right!

If she took the initiative to give money, it might encourage Lin Mo to develop a habit of constantly asking her for money.

Once Pandora's box is opened, it wouldn't be so easy to close.

So what should she do?

After much consideration, Principal Liu felt it was best to think about it from the perspective of Lin Mo's daughter, Lin Xiaoxiao.

"Got it!"

Suddenly, as if having an epiphany, Principal Liu quickly walked to her desk, picked up the phone, and dialed the homeroom teacher of Class 3 Grade 2.

...

After leaving the office building, Lin Mo glanced at the time on his phone.

It was already past 6 p.m.

The parent-teacher meeting was about to start.

"My wife should be nearly at the school by now; I'll wait for her at the entrance."

Having made up his mind, Lin Mo sent a WeChat message to Li Jinwen with the last 1% of his phone battery, and then he headed toward the school entrance.

Future Star Primary School was extensive.

Walking on the school's playground and watching groups of adorable children around, Lin Mo couldn't help but slow down his pace.

He was in a very good mood now.

Not only had he resolved the issue of his daughter being bullied, but more importantly, the experiences of the entire day had given him a more comprehensive understanding of the Intelligence System.

What he knew so far was,

The Intelligence System's information refreshed every morning at dawn, providing a total of ten pieces of intelligence per day.

The sources of these pieces of information were people he had met, events he had encountered, or places he had been to that day.

Moreover,

[8. You watched international news today and obtained related intelligence—Victory Bird will initiate a ground offensive against Hamas on October 27.]

Based on this piece of intelligence, one could infer that even the information learned over the internet was recorded and could be transformed into intelligence.

So the question was,

What was he most in need of now?

Without a doubt,

it was money!

For a man who was struggling in Rakshasa City, 30 years old without a car or house, and with only a little over a hundred thousand in savings, making money was the most important thing.

Therefore,

how should he maximize the use of the Intelligence System to obtain intelligence that could lead to making money?

"Should I make frequent visits to the mint or the banks?"

"Haha."

The sudden idea that popped into his mind made Lin Mo laugh and scratch his head.

"Although this idea is absurd, the logic behind it should be correct; after all, the Intelligence System refreshes intelligence based on the places visited."

"No need to rush, as the intelligence refreshes every day, and there will always be opportunities to make money!"

"Just like today, I could have made a profit by looking for that lost pet dog, it's just that I missed the opportunity."

"I don't want to think about it anymore, just study it for a few more days and see what the intelligence says tomorrow."

Lin Mo had already reached the main entrance of the school.

The students were leaving school one after another, and the outside was full of parents picking up their children.

After waiting for about ten minutes, a familiar figure appeared in Lin Mo's view.

The person was dressed in a black long coat paired with wide-legged jeans and wore delicate makeup. Even when walking among a group of rich wives driving luxury cars, she was a very eye-catching presence.

Lin Mo approached with a smile and said, "Wife, it's been a long time since I've seen you dressed up so beautifully."

Li Jinwen glanced at him and said, "Are you suggesting that I don't look good on other days?"

Great,

another question that presages doom.

Lin Mo quickly shook his head, took the initiative to take Li Jinwen's handbag, and said with a smile, "My wife is the most beautiful presence no matter where she is."

Li Jinwen nodded in satisfaction and said, "That's more like it, time is almost up, we need to hurry to the parent-teacher meeting!"

Lin Mo nodded and took her hand.

Hand in hand, the two walked through the autumnal campus.

Lin Mo said with emotion, "Since we graduated from college, it's been a long time since we've strolled in a school like this, hasn't it?"

"Mm," Li Jinwen nodded slightly, also recalling past scenes in her mind.

In college, I always thought life was boring and only wanted to graduate quickly to start a new chapter of life.

It's not until turning thirty that I realized those boring days were actually the happiest moments of life.

Intending to buy fragrant osmanthus wine, I end up with; it's nothing like... the wanderings of my youth.

When they were about to reach the entrance of the teaching building, Li Jinwen asked softly, "By the way, husband, how did it go talking with the principal?"

Lin Mo replied, "It went smoothly."

"Smoothly?" Li Jinwen paused, clearly not quite believing her husband's words.

"Yes, it went smoothly," Lin Mo nodded again.

What a joke,

she's also spoken with the principal before; how could it possibly go smoothly?

However, Li Jinwen didn't ask further, simply assuming that her husband had encountered some setback and didn't want to tell her about it.

A man needs his dignity,

she understood that.

...

Some ten minutes later.

The classroom of Grade 3 (Class 2) was filled with parents there for the parent-teacher meeting.

Everyone was sitting in their child's seat in the class.

Seated at the front were the local elite wives of Rakshasa City, discussing high-end topics such as finance, stocks, or luxury brands that Lin Mo had never even heard of.

Those sitting at the back were mostly students from other places.

For this unspoken rule, all the parents from outside the city, Lin Mo included, felt there was nothing unacceptable about it.

In fact, if it weren't for the state's mandate of nine years of compulsory education, whether they could study in Rakshasa City at all would be a big question mark.

Just being able to attend school was already beyond most migrant workers.

To expect more was just asking for trouble.

As soon as 7:30 arrived, the classroom quieted down.

A middle-aged woman around 40 years old walked in and stood at the podium.

"Hello everyone, I am the homeroom teacher of Grade 3 (Class 2). We've all met before, so I won't introduce myself again."

"First of all, I would like to thank everyone for taking the time out of your busy schedules to attend the meeting at school, and also thank you for your continuous support and love for our work! Your presence is a great support and close cooperation with the school, the biggest encouragement and spur for the entire teaching staff to do their jobs well, and a concrete manifestation of your comprehensive care for your children."

Applause... More applause...

Thunderous applause broke out.

After the classroom quieted down again, Mr. Wang began his endless speech.

The focus was on two aspects.

1. What preparations the students should make at the critical moment of moving from third to fourth grade.

2. How parents could better cooperate with the school to help their children improve in all aspects.

These were all issues that had been discussed time and again.

About half an hour later, Mr. Wang finally finished speaking.

After taking a sip of water, he looked around at all the parents in the room and said in a slightly more serious tone, "What I've just talked about pertains to teaching."

"Next, I want to discuss a problem with everyone."

"How can we eliminate bullying and even schoolyard bullying in our class!"