1st of September. Tuesday. New student registration.
At this moment, a large number of students and parents were assembled outside the university gate.
Inside, Fang Ping was staring at Ye Qing, the director of the Discipline Inspection Department, with penetrating eyes. He growled through gritted teeth, "Brother, I think it's time for you to go back and cultivate!"
Ye Qing said in a calm, composed voice, "Pay up the fine first."
"I don't have money…"
Fang Ping was slightly helpless when he noticed that Ye Qing's gaze was unfaltering. After a while, he said, "Why don't you wait for Qin Fengqing to come back and get it from him? He still owes me 10 million. I'll give up all of it to settle the fine. Is that good enough?
"10 million. You can rebuild the entire plaza a few times over!"
"You can't turn away from your debt!"
