18: Chapter 18: A Head-on Confrontation with Sun Yaozu! This is a Charity Donation

The header of the PDF file on the phone screen was written clearly.

Nanqiao City Sunshine Future Education Development Foundation: Nutrition Improvement Plan for Students in Impoverished School Districts Pilot Authorization Letter.

The body of the document listed all key information in standard official format.

"The commissioning party is The Foundation, the executing party is the Restaurant, the beneficiary is Nanqiao No. 19 Middle School, and the project content is a meal nutrition improvement tasting event for students in schools with weak educational resources."

The signature area was stamped with two bright red official seals, one was The Foundation's round seal, and the other was the company seal.

The date was exactly yesterday.

Vice Principal Sun Yaozu's gaze paused on those two seals for three seconds, and his right hand, which was holding the teacup, finally finished its slow movement.

He set down the teacup and spoke in the unhurried tone of someone who had spent twenty years in government offices.

"What is this?"

"If Principal Sun has trouble seeing, I can read it to you."

Fang Jiming pushed the phone forward half an inch and spoke in the tone one uses to read a textbook to a first-grader.

"The Sunshine Future Education Development Foundation is a formal public welfare organization registered with the Civil Affairs Bureau. One of this year's key projects is improving the dietary standards of students in impoverished school districts. As the lowest-ranked high school in the city, No. 19 Middle School is naturally on the list of beneficiaries."

He paused slightly.

"The meal at noon today was provided for a free tasting experience by the Restaurant, commissioned by The Foundation. I am merely responsible for coordinating the reception as the homeroom teacher. As for the food safety inspection report, the catering business license, and The Foundation's registration number, they are all in the attachments to this authorization letter."

He slid his thumb down two pages, and the dense attachment numbers and inspection data filled the entire phone screen.

"If Principal Sun feels there is a problem with this document, you can call The Foundation directly to verify it. The number is in the bottom right corner of the second page."

No one spoke in the office for about five seconds.

Director He Rencai stood nearby holding a folder, his expression, which was somewhere between constipation and a toothache, had upgraded to gastric spasms.

He secretly glanced at the side of the other person's face and noticed a muscle on the leader's cheekbone twitching slightly.

Director He Rencai: (；´Д`)

Vice Principal Sun Yaozu did not look at that phone number at all.

He had been teaching for fourteen years, and with fourteen years of experience as a vice principal, he quickly judged a fatal issue: whether this document was real or fake, holding it in Fang Jiming's hand was already enough.

Even if the document were fake, calling to verify it now would be tantamount to admitting in front of everyone that he was being led by the nose by a twenty-four-year-old substitute teacher.

All escape routes were blocked.

Vice Principal Sun Yaozu's right index finger began to tap the armrest again, the frequency of the fingertips falling a little faster than before.

"Mr. Fang."

He changed the angle of approach, his voice returning to that gentle, spring-breeze-like tone.

"Even if this meal has a legal source, you should have reported it in advance and followed the normal administrative procedures. The school cannot just let you call all the shots alone."

"Principal Sun is right."

Fang Jiming nodded, his attitude so sincere that Vice Principal Sun Yaozu couldn't tell for a moment if this kid was backing down or laying the groundwork for a subsequent attack.

"It was my lack of procedural compliance. I will definitely pay attention to it in the future."

"That's good."

Just as Vice Principal Sun Yaozu was about to take the step down to ease the atmosphere, the second half of Fang Jiming's sentence seamlessly followed.

"However, having said that, if Principal Sun feels that this project is inappropriate, you can just have The Foundation remove No. 19 Middle School from the beneficiary list. After all, they took the initiative to contact me to discuss the funding. If the school level doesn't agree to accept it, it just won't happen."

He paused for a beat here, shifting his gaze from Vice Principal Sun Yaozu's face to the blank disciplinary notice on the desk.

"Then I will have The Foundation change to another school. I heard that the Cafeteria at No. 22 Middle School next door isn't doing so well either."

Fang Jiming: (￣ω￣)

The lethality of this sentence far exceeded the authorization letter itself.

Having a formal public welfare foundation take the initiative to contact No. 19 Middle School to conduct a nutrition improvement pilot was definitely a solid achievement for the school if word got out. It was a highlight project that could be written about extensively in the annual report.

If Vice Principal Sun Yaozu rejected this project and it was then picked up by No. 22 Middle School, when the Education Bureau asked later why No. 19 Middle School voluntarily gave up public welfare resources, this huge pot would be enough to break his spine.

Vice Principal Sun Yaozu's index finger stopped tapping completely.

He looked at Fang Jiming's young face and suddenly realized something that made his back feel colder than the authenticity of the document.

This young man had adopted an absolutely offensive posture from the start.

From the first second this kid walked into the office, the other party had no intention of writing a self-criticism nor any intention of bowing his head. That authorization letter was a complete defensive plan prepared before the meal was served in the classroom at noon.

This meant that Fang Jiming had anticipated the entire direction of today's interview from the moment he distributed the lunch boxes.

A substitute teacher who had worked for less than a week had spent thirty thousand yuan to treat students to a meal while also preparing a whole set of legal documents to perfectly block the school's accountability.

This was by no means reckless; it was a perfect calculation that had been carefully deduced.

Vice Principal Sun Yaozu re-examined the young man in front of him. The forty-yuan canvas shoes paired with a wrinkled gray shirt, plus the slightly messy hair and that cheap electronic watch on his left wrist, would just make him a broke fresh graduate if he were put in a crowd.

But a broke fresh graduate couldn't produce The Foundation's authorization letter, nor could he pull out a budget of thirty thousand yuan, much less cross his legs and counterattack casually when being threatened during an interview.

"Teacher Fang."

Vice Principal Sun Yaozu changed his form of address dryly, and his tone returned from being gentle to official restraint.

"Since it is a public welfare project, we will follow the regular procedures. You submit The Foundation's qualification documents and the complete filing materials for this event to the Academic Affairs Office for archiving. Be sure to report it three days in advance before every meal distribution in the future."

"No problem."

Fang Jiming stood up and patted the non-existent dust on his pants.

"I will hand in the materials tomorrow."

He paused slightly when he walked to the door and looked sideways at the blank disciplinary notice on the desk.

"By the way, Principal Sun, that disciplinary notice is useless to you. Please help me throw it in the trash bin for recycling; it's quite a waste of paper."

He finished speaking and, without giving the other party a chance to refute, pushed the door open and walked out.

At the last moment when the door closed behind him, Fang Jiming heard the crisp sound of a teacup lid knocking heavily against the porcelain surface in the office.

He looked down at his lit-up phone screen, and a latest notification popped up on the system interface.

[The interview in the Vice Principal's office has ended. Host's prestige has changed. The school management's negative attention has increased by 15, and the fear value of the Academic Affairs Office staff has increased by 8.]

Fang Jiming put his phone back into his pocket.

Bearing the fifteen points of negative attention, Vice Principal Sun Yaozu would likely toss and turn in bed tonight, unable to sleep.

He walked leisurely to the stairwell and glanced down. The corner of the second floor was empty; Teacher Wen Ruyan had already left.

Only a faint scent of laundry detergent remained in the corridor.

Fang Jiming stood there for two seconds, turned, and left.

When he reached the lobby on the first floor, he immediately took out his phone, proficiently opened the chat window with The Foundation's contact person, and sent a text.

[Fang Jiming: The school has received the materials. In addition, I have an additional request.]

[Contact Person: Mr. Fang, please instruct.]

Fang Jiming typed a line on the screen, checked it slightly, and pressed the send button.

[Fang Jiming: Next week, provide a free three-day high-end lunch experience for all teachers and students of No. 19 Middle School. The budget is controlled within 500,000. All food safety documents and public welfare activity filings should be prepared in advance.]

[Contact Person: Received, I will arrange it immediately.]

Fang Jiming locked the screen, pushed open the school gate, and walked out in big strides.

The brilliant sunset dragged his shadow very long, casting it straight onto the cement road.

He calculated the accounts just now extremely clearly in his mind.

Spent thirty thousand today.

Need to spend five hundred thousand next week.

Earning a small goal a day is just around the corner.

Fang Jiming: (•̀ᴗ•́)

It's just a drizzle.