Chapter 1120

Roland's cousin knew that his relative had become a big figure, so he took Roland's instructions to heart.

After putting down the phone, he went to the private high school they had previously looked at to understand the situation.

Why did the admission issue, which had already been agreed upon, suddenly change?

When he arrived at the school and found someone he was familiar with, he learned that the reason actually lay in the change in management.

Some parents of students reported to the board of directors that the school had recruited some students who didn't seem qualified for admission, and more than one parent questioned the current value of the school.

If anyone can get into the school, then the children of those who spent a lot of money and used personal connections to get into the school obviously seem a bit... not worth it.

This incident alarmed the entire board of directors. The most important thing for a private high school is not how many honor students they produce each year, but their reputation.

If the reputation is ruined, what's the use of having more honor students?

The school used the summer vacation to conduct an internal investigation and found that indeed, every year there were some students who did not meet their school's admission standards, but because they knew someone in the school's management, they were admitted to the school as an exception.

It was these people who made the parents of other students feel dissatisfied.

If the nature of this matter is not taken seriously, then this is the result of sloppy selection of students.

But if it is to be taken seriously, this is official corruption.

Several supervisors related to admissions were suspended or transferred to other places, and a new batch of management was brought in. They immediately conducted a review of the roster for the fall enrollment this year.

Finally, they selected some students who did not meet the admission standards and canceled their admission applications.

Roland's son was among them.

He didn't have a prominent background, nor was he considered rich; he just knew the local police precinct chief. In front of such a high-spec private high school, a precinct chief is actually no different from those small police officers.

A precinct chief—and it wasn't even his own child, just someone he knew—could get into this school so easily? Then their school would be too cheap.

When Roland's cousin learned about these things and asked if there were other ways to get an invitation for admission, his friend told him.

Either this child has special connections, and those truly big figures call the board of directors or the principal, then they will accept this child immediately.

Or, his family is very rich and can donate at least one hundred thousand dollars or more to the school, and the annual donation during his time at school must not be less than fifty thousand.

In other words, two hundred thousand dollars, paid in installments, can also get you into school.

Of course, besides these two conditions, if another condition can be met, he can also be admitted, and no one needs to call, nor does there need to be a donation of two hundred thousand in cash—

Grades.

The school will issue a set of test papers for little Jamie to do, with a full score of five hundred. If his score can exceed four hundred and eighty, then the school will also let him enroll.

Interpersonal relationships, wealth, or pure academic excellence—you must have one of these to shut other people's mouths.

No one can have special treatment; perhaps that is the attitude they are expressing now.

The news was quickly fed back to Roland, which gave him a bit of a headache. If little Jamie's academic performance were very good, he wouldn't need to find a way to get him admitted; he would have received admission invitations from major private high schools through exams himself.

Top academic geniuses are still very popular in the Federation. After all, the development of science and technology certainly isn't something that can be discovered naturally just by having money or knowing some big figure; there must be academic elites to delve into it.

Little Jamie can only be said to be average in his studies, so he can only take the other two paths.

Giving money won't work because it's too excessive. If he takes out so much money at once, whether it's his wife and children or himself, they will face big problems.

The tax bureau will investigate. How can a family that looks like an ordinary family take out so much money at once? Did they evade taxes? Did they hide their income? And once such a large amount of money alarms the tax bureau, it is very likely to be completely exposed.

Calling directly won't work either. His purpose in doing this is to avoid exposing his relationship with them, but if he calls, it might expose them.

This made Roland look a bit troubled. "Let me consider it. I'll call you later. Sorry to trouble you for today's trip."

His cousin laughed and said "You're welcome," a person who looked very easy to talk to and very enthusiastic, but Roland knew that these good, positive images only existed when facing himself.

"Roland, actually you can consider other private high schools. They might not be as good as this private high school, but they are easier to get into."

"I don't know... how good your relationship with your friend is, but being able to get into a decent private high school is already much better than getting into a public high school. At least they will really teach you some knowledge, instead of letting students just do what they want every day."

Roland said "Hmm," "I will consider it."

He then called his wife. "If we change to another school, also a private high school, and the school environment is also very good, is that okay?"

His real wife was a bit hesitant. In fact, she was very insecure because, in every sense, she was just a single mother now.

Roland married another woman, although Roland told her that after everything was resolved, he would marry her and acknowledge the two children.

But she still had no sense of security, so the children were also part of her expression of security. She hoped her children could go to the best school so that even without Roland's help in the future, they could get ahead.

And there might be some other things involved here.

She said softly, "Little Jamie has already shared this result with his friends. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Everyone knows he is going to that best high school, but when school starts, people find he didn't do it. And more importantly, our family lacks a man, a male head of the household."

"Going to that school is not just a problem of schooling itself, but if it really doesn't work... we can accept this result, but you need to move us."

Listening to what the woman said, Roland also felt a bit of a headache. He knew his wife was right, especially since school was about to start. Little Jamie must have told his former classmates, good friends, and people in the community what school he was going to.

Now that he can't get in, people will only think their family was bragging before. The middle-class community looks very harmonious.

Neighbors often give each other small gifts, or get together, hold barbecue parties, and so on.

But they hope more than anyone else that their neighbors don't live better than them, and at the same time, they very much hope they have bad luck. Only in this way can they find more superiority from their neighbors.

Roland could already imagine that when little Jamie appeared in the community wearing another school's uniform, he would become a joke in people's mouths, and even these traumas would accompany him for a lifetime.

Roland took a few deep breaths, and his hand tapped on the desktop twice. "I'll solve it. Wait for my news."

Then, after careful consideration, he still called the executive director of the school board.

"Mr. Roland?"

"I've heard of you. The people at the Federal Bureau of Investigation are very active now, and I heard you are doing a good job!"

The executive director is not just a simple school administrator. He has familiar relationships in multiple parties. Like the board of directors of this well-known private high school, they hold an interpersonal network that ordinary people cannot imagine.

It is normal to get some news that ordinary people don't know from these interpersonal networks.

The executive director knew him, which saved Roland some trouble. "I'm sorry to bother you at this time. I have something I don't know how to bring up to you, but I have to say it."

The executive director's laughter came through the receiver. "Let me guess, does it have to do with schooling?"

Roland gave him the correct feedback, and his laughter grew louder. "I knew it!"

"School season is coming soon, and people are always in a hurry to solve this problem at this time. In fact, you could have called in July, or even June, so it would have been easier for us to handle."

He paused as he said this. "Can I know the student's name, and when he will come to report?"

He didn't say anything about interviews or the like. The director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation called personally. If he didn't even give this face, or if he felt Roland wasn't qualified, then he had lived as an executive director in vain.

He knew Roland's weight very well, and didn't mind gaining this friendship, which echoed the variant of that saying.

The rich get richer.

The connected get more connected.

Perhaps one day in the future, he will also need the help of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, so having this relationship will make it much easier to talk, and he can maintain a continuous relationship with Roland through that student to strengthen this favor.

Roland told the executive director little Jamie's information. The executive director asked a bit cautiously, "Can I know who he is to you?"

Roland knew he had to face such a question. He used the previous rhetoric: "He is the family of a very, very, very good friend of mine who sacrificed in a mission. I promised him that I would take good care of his family."

The executive director sighed. "A touching relationship, Mr. Roland. Your promise is as moving as gold!"

"I will arrange Jamie's enrollment here. If there are any problems, you can contact me in time. Of course, if there are any accidents here, I will also contact you."

"Can I have your phone number?"

"It's best to have both private and office ones, so that if there are any emergencies, you can know at the first time."

Roland didn't refuse. From the moment he couldn't refuse his wife, he had already lost the initiative.

This matter came to an end here. He breathed a sigh of relief when he put down the phone, but what he didn't know was that at this time, Lansi's people were driving towards this city.

It wasn't that Dai Wen had discovered any clues, but he believed that Roland's hometown must have some important clues. Figuring out these clues, even if it had nothing to do with his possible illegitimate child, was relatively important.

At the same time, some intelligence about Lansi had already been sent to Bob by Roland through his methods.

Bob looked at a family branch member in his thirties in front of him, his mind full of the words he had just said standing here.

Lansi can assassinate Fran, why can't they assassinate Lansi?

As long as Lansi dies, or is seriously injured, the situation of the Lansi family will become the same as theirs now. Without Lansi as the absolute core, the Lansi family is a bit stronger than ordinary gangs, but the strength is limited, and it is definitely not their opponent.

This idea made Bob very interested. His gaze kept examining the person's face, and after a while, he asked, "If given a chance, what do you plan to do?"

"Also, how do you know when Lansi will come out and which road he will take?"

This branch family member swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "Lansi's car is a bulletproof car; this is something everyone knows, so I don't think we can solve him with conventional weapons."

"My idea is that we trap him somewhere, then pour gasoline on it and burn the whole car."

"The car is bulletproof, but not heat-proof, nor is it proof against toxic gases, and there will be no gunshots, nor will there be any bad influence."

"As for how I determine when Lansi will go out and which road he will take, it's actually not very important."

"We just need to know if he has gone out."

Bob thought for a while and nodded slightly. "As long as he goes out, he must come back, and we can also watch him on the road."

"This plan has a certain feasibility, but it also has great risks."

He pondered for a moment and finally made up his mind. "We can try it. If it succeeds, it will solve a big problem."

"He can come to assassinate Fran, we can assassinate him!"

He repeated this sentence and also firmed up his idea.

He had considered the possibility of success and failure. Success is naturally the best—the Lansi family falls into trouble and is eventually eliminated by them.

Failure doesn't matter either; it's nothing more than Lansi continuing to increase the intensity of the battle, and the situation won't be worse than it is now, because it's already the worst time.

Cost, risk, benefit—after a simple weighing, he had a decision.

Then he began to arrange manpower. Such important work must be handed over to people he trusts, and at the same time, this can be considered a merit, which can increase the success rate for him to smoothly transition family power.

Under everyone's brainstorming, a plan with a very straightforward name was born—Assassinate Lansi.