"Speak up, how exactly do you want to settle this privately?"
A few minutes later, Zhao Tienan dragged Principal Lao to a mound of earth far away from the tents.
At this moment, the old principal seemed like a piece of fish on the chopping board, completely at Zhao Tienan's mercy.
"Doctor Zhao, I've lost this time."
"The money I swindled from the teachers, I can give it all to you, as long as you don't make it public. I can even give you an equal amount afterwards, how about that?"
Principal Lao smacked his lips miserably and said.
He, the old fox, knew well that resolving today's issue kindly was impossible; if he didn't lay out enough chips, he would be ruined for life.
"Oh, that's quite a lot of money, isn't it?"
Zhao Tienan rolled his eyes, mentally calculating, but couldn't figure it out after a while since he wasn't good at this.
"Around eighty thousand yuan!"
"Doctor Zhao, this amount is substantial, enough for you to save in the village clinic for ten years, right?"
