The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 331

"He Ku, just follow Brother Tian closely."

"Mm."

"Mm. I’m off now."

"Go ahead without worries, Brother He, I’ve got everything covered."

Mo Yan rolled her eyes at him, "As if you’re capable."

Ye Tian watched as He Biandan walked out of the gate with his carrying pole, his expression changed and he turned to Mo Yan, "Do you have any connections in the school?"

"What connections? Who do you think I am, someone who has to deal with everything?"

"Just tell me if you do or not."

"First you say what you want to do."

"So you do have them. Alright then, I’ll have to entrust the kid to you." Ye Tian pulled He Ku in front of him, "The kid can’t afford the tuition and got kicked out by the school, there’s no choice, can you find someone to negotiate a bit?"

Mo Yan crossed her arms in front of her chest, corners of her mouth pursed.

Seeing her posture, Ye Tian knew she was about to lecture someone again. So without looking back, he dragged He Ku away, tossed him an iron pick, took up one himself, and the two started to clean up their rundown house. Mo Yan was fuming—asking me for help and you act all high and mighty.

The snow in the yard had also melted, stepping on it turned everything to mud. Ye Tian laid down some wooden boards and rotted cattail mats to stand on. For the path to the latrine in the northwest corner, he just threw a few bricks, after all, it wasn’t visited too many times in a day.

Mo Yan stepped onto the cattail mats and approached the busy "construction site".

"Alright, alright, you can stop now, right, just stand there." Seeing Mo Yan coming over, Ye Tian quickly gestured for her to stop.

Mo Yan glared, "What do you mean by that!"

"Look at where you’re standing."

Glancing down, her high-heeled boots had pierced many small holes in the cattail mats, and muddy water seeped through, making it no different from the rest of the ground.

"Just stand there and talk if you have something to say. I don’t want to get muddy."

Mo Yan was angry but helpless, and she started to feel that it was a mistake to bring Ye Tian here. If only she had known he was such a troublemaker, she should have sent him to the northwest frontier to fight terrorists.

Ye Tian flung his hand, sticking the iron pick into the mud in front of him, and leaning on the pick, he asked, "So what is it that you want?"

"It’s about what you were just talking about."

"I thought you said you don’t care?"

"Please, there are so many poor people in the world, not everyone can go to school without paying. If that were the case, what about the national budget deficit? The whole printing industry would go bankrupt..."

"Cut it out, who are you scaring? A few crappy books are going to cause a national budget deficit? Without education, this country would have no future."

It’s like scholars arguing with soldiers, you can’t reason with them, "Anyway, what you said just now is wrong, it’s only right and proper to pay for education, nothing wrong with that."

"The tuition has already been paid, but he was still kicked out, how do you explain that?"

Hmm? Mo Yan looked at the child, whose hands were cracked from chilblains due to manual labor, oozing a few drops of blood that immediately froze in the cold temperature.

"He Ku’s tuition has been paid in full, but the school is demanding additional fees, claiming it’s for improving students’ meals and teaching conditions. However, from what I know, this money goes straight into certain people’s pockets, and some is used to cover bank loans; using students’ money for such things, I’m wondering if this is grounds for a lawsuit."

Mo Yan gasped. If what Ye Tian said was true, this information could be explosive if released to the public and could potentially trigger a complete reform in education.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Why don’t you ask and find out yourself? He Ku, tell your sister how your teachers explained it to you."

He Ku stood up, his hands clasped behind his back—a habitual gesture to hide them, "Our teachers said that tuition is tuition, and the additional fees must be paid. Otherwise, you’re a black sheep and must be expelled from school."

Mo Yan fell silent, believing in the truth of He Ku’s words.

"See, you’ve heard it now, so please help. This kid’s got it tough. Since you were able to get me out of the police station, getting a kid into school shouldn’t be too difficult for you."

Ye Tian gave He Ku a shifty glance, signaling him to sweet-talk her by calling her sister or something, but the kid’s stubbornness kept him silent, quietly moving to paper the windows.

Seeing the stubborn tilt to the child’s mouth, Mo Yan was moved, "I can only try to help, but don’t get your hopes up."

"Alright, just do your best. Consider it saving the nation’s future."

Mo Yan rolled her eyes at him. In your hands, any ’flowers’ would surely wilt.

From the eastern room, White Hair Girl’s head popped out, "Where’s our rice pot?"

"Hasn’t been washed yet."

"Bring it back clean. Hurry up."

"Can’t you see we’re busy here!" Ye Tian shouted.

White Hair Girl flinched, muttering softly, "Isn’t there someone idle..."

Ye Tian glanced at Mo Yan, swallowed, "Could you maybe..."

"Scram!"

...

Dazhi learned from the chief that Ye Tian had a backer in the Ministry of Public Security and that the woman in the beige trench coat was also a big shot. No wonder the kid was so brazen. But Dazhi couldn’t swallow this insult quietly. He had been a cop for many years, and he was used to shitting on other people’s heads—nobody had ever dared to piss on his neck.

The chief didn’t make things hard for him. They were all from the same camp, and Dazhi had always been generous during the holidays. The chief simply advised him to calm down and let it go. Dazhi cursed inwardly, I’ll be damned if I let it go!

This was something he couldn’t let slide no matter what. This was his turf; not even a dragon boss could trump the local snake. The hell with him!

Since the chief was of no help, Dazhi had to rely on himself. He sat in the station’s office, chain-smoking, running various plans through his head over and over, then repeatedly dismissing them. This outwardly rough man was actually very meticulous, always carefully considering people and situations. Otherwise, after causing so much harm to many, he wouldn’t be able to stay so successful in this area.

Both a sharp mind and a strong right hand are indispensable for a person’s success.

Dazhi smoked in his office as a young officer walked in, trying to cozy up to him and cheekily asking for a cigarette. Dazhi, not being stingy, tossed the whole pack onto the table, "Take it."

The slim young man, a newbie this year, was a graduate from Public Security University. Dazhi wasn’t impressed by this sort. These days, there’s all sorts of claims—the diploma from Beihua University costs just one hundred yuan a piece, and going abroad to study, no matter the university, everyone comes back claiming it’s Harvard or Oxford. Useless crap!