"Go ahead and call, I really want to see what kind of people a school that gets several hundred million in funding every year actually teaches." Wang Qingyue didn't stop her, but instead encouraged her to make the call.
The woman was stunned, momentarily at a loss for what to do.
"Not calling? Fine, I'll call for you."
Saying this, Wang Qingyue took out her phone, dialed a number: "Principal Chen, your school truly is a gathering of elites. If I hadn't come here, I wouldn't have known this situation."
...
A brief conversation on the phone quickly ended.
Two or three minutes later, an elderly man, slightly over five foot three, hurried over with several school leaders in tow.
Wang Qingyue hadn't explained the situation on the phone, but once they saw the scene.
They instantly understood! A conflict had erupted here!
