At this moment, Star River Middle School.
Yang Shu glanced at them coldly, then made a phone call:
"Hahaha, Old Wang, how have you been lately, busy? There's something I want to discuss with you..."
Instantly, the rascal became tense.
Rascal: "Sis, that guy is starting to call for backup, can we handle it?"
Wang Xia shook her head: "I don't know, but he's probably with the education system. As long as that person hasn't stepped down, we can handle it."
"Alright!"
As the call went on, Yang Shu's expression grew increasingly grim.
"No, Old Wang, what do you mean by this? The school's instant noodles are being sold at outrageous prices, and you're just playing deaf and dumb, ignoring it!"
"What do you mean 'less trouble is better than more trouble'!"
"What, Celestial Sea Group just made a small donation to the province a couple of days ago?"
After hanging up the phone, Yang Shu's face was as dark as water.
