Chapter 9 (2) National Security

  Zhang Fazheng held a high position, and he had several properties in his hands. When he wanted a property, all it took was one phone call to explain its purpose, and immediately there would be a building available. This time, in order to curry favor with Lin Xingbai, he gave him a house of over 300 square meters - located right in the city center.

  After getting off the car, Zhang Fazheng was about to bid farewell, anyway, the initial contact had been made, and future matters would be discussed later.

  "By the way, help me find a job." Lin Xingbai said: "Not Mr., but teacher." When he said this sentence, Lin Xingbai thought of his father. His father in those years took teaching as his duty, being serious and diligent.

  "In teaching and educating others, I find happiness." These were my father's words back then.

  "I hope that when you grow up, you can also teach and not bring shame to our Lin family's reputation."

  Not long after saying this, Lin Xingbai's father contracted a cold and his body was not good, he couldn't get effective treatment, and his condition continued to worsen, until he died. Since then, Lin Xingbai became a hunter, carrying a gun and going deep into the mountains from time to time.

  Lin Xingbai doesn't have much plan for his own future, and now life is calculated in thousands of years. Since that's the case, why not use a few decades to fulfill his father's hope from back then? His father had hoped he would become a teacher, teaching and educating people.

  Moreover, as a teacher, you should also be interesting.

  When Lin Xingbai said this, Zhang Fazheng, who was about to drive away, couldn't help but pause for a moment. A senior fellow with extremely high skills in cultivation wanting to become a teacher - this is probably considered a quirk as well. However, it's not uncommon for seniors to have some quirks these days.

  Compared to some perverts who like collecting women's underwear, bras and the like, or those who are into deflowering virgins and practicing "yin-yang" cultivation, Lin Xingbai's perversion as a teacher is really nothing much, quite easy to satisfy.

  "Alright." Zhang Fazheng nodded: "Don't worry, elder. It's just a small matter." With that, he started the car and left.

  Lin Xingbai walked into the room, which was a well-decorated and ultra-luxurious house. As soon as he entered the room, the smooth and shiny wooden floor, European-style decoration, in the left corner of the living room, there were rows of wine racks, with batch after batch of fine wines placed on them.

  Lin Xingbai poured himself a cup with a high footed cup, and the wine was like blood.

  He slowly savored a mouthful, and the flavor was incredibly good, far surpassing the quality of beer in bars. But to be honest, Lin Xingbai still preferred the "burning knife" that most people in Northeast China's old forests loved, which was so fiery that drinking it felt like swallowing fire.

  The phone rang, Lin Xingbai answered it, and on the other end was Gong Xiaolu's voice. Lin Xingbai smiled slightly: "Xiaolu, you go take care of your business, I'm alone wandering in the city, this feeling, I like." Walking alone in a city at night is a lonely yet romantic feeling.

  Then Lin Xingbai hung up the phone.

  Lin Xingbai did not go to his bedroom, but instead stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, letting the moonlight pour onto him like water, and then began to meditate.

  By the time they finished their work, it was already daylight.

  It was a cloudy day on the second day, Lin Xingbai washed up slightly after getting up, and soon there was a car horn sounding outside, followed by the doorbell ringing. Lin Xingbai casually beckoned with his hand, and a burst of energy was released, causing the villa's door to open automatically, and standing outside the door was none other than Zhang Fazheng.

  Zhang Fazheng was a man of about thirty-five years old, wearing a crisp suit, with the air of a superior that made him look somewhat imposing. Of course, this air was useless in front of Lin Xingbai.

  "Mr. Lin, it's early, the school has contacted you, I don't know if you are free now to go with me."

  Lin Xingbai also had nothing to say at this time, and nodded slightly, which was considered as an agreement.

  Sitting in Zhang Fazheng's second-hand car, Zhang Fazheng was driving with one hand while holding the phone with the other. After saying a few words on the phone, he hung up and said to Lin Xingbai: "Lin senior, the designated school is Quyi Guizu School, I don't know if you are satisfied or not. If you're not satisfied, we'll change it immediately."

  Lin Xingbai didn't have too many expectations about these things, and would go on to become a teacher, both in fulfilling his father's wish and because he personally felt a sense of resonance with the phrase "A teacher, one who imparts knowledge, resolves doubts, and teaches", and truly wanted to teach and educate people.

  Jian Lin Xingbai nodded in agreement, Zhang Fazheng stepped on the gas, and the speed immediately exceeded 200 again. A young traffic police officer by the road wanted to stop this obviously speeding second-hand car, but was immediately stopped by an older traffic police officer next to him. The national security vehicle is also something that these small traffic police officers can't stop.

  A second-hand car stopped at the gate of Quyi Aristocratic School, which was originally a school invested solely by Quyi Group. At that time, it cost a lot of money to invest and invited countless famous teachers, so Quyi Aristocratic School became famous.

  And then, many groups that are on good terms with Quyi Group also joined Quyi Aristocratic School, making it bigger and bigger. Now, it has more than a thousand students, which is quite a large number for an aristocratic school.

  Abundant teacher resources, extremely renowned, is the current situation of Tianyi Aristocratic School.

  This aristocratic school naturally does not allow people to enter and exit easily, otherwise it would be useless. But Zhang Fazheng's identity is naturally different from ordinary people. As soon as the certificate was flashed, the several security guards at the gate immediately let him pass, and he drove towards the campus.

  Principal's office.

  Principal Qu Feng sat in the principal's office, personally brewing tea. Qu Feng was also a figure with some reputation, so he knew something about Zhang Fazheng's identity. The head of Department A of the National Security Bureau, this identity was quite impressive.

  Zhang Fazheng sat down and didn't even drink tea before directly asking: "Principal Qu, the thing I told you about yesterday, it's basically confirmed, right?"

  Qu Feng hastily nodded: "Of course, of course, isn't it just arranging a teacher?" While speaking, he sized up Lin Xingbai beside him. Towards this pale-skinned young man, Qu Feng was apparently quite curious. To be recommended by the majestic National Security Department head and to have him accompany you, with an obvious intention to curry favor.

  What's with this pale young man?

  The tune estimated that Lin Xingbai's identity was quite impressive, so he asked politely: "I wonder what kind of teacher Mr. Lin is?"

  "Let's just say I'm a Classical Chinese teacher then." In the aristocratic schools, these were clearly distinguished, with specialized Classical Chinese classes.

  Upon hearing Lin Xingbai say this, Qu Feng immediately agreed. (Yesterday was Mid-Autumn Festival, so there was a break, but today's update is as usual.)