September 16, 3033, Saturday, the day before the Blue Star Mid-Autumn Festival.

10:00 am.

In the office of the deputy treasurer of East Lake College.

A tall, thin old man in his sixties and wearing black-rimmed glasses was drinking tea.

He is the dean of the Art School of East Lake College and the famous C language master, Wang Danqing.

"Brother Guan'er, don't be stingy this year. Make more batches. I'll be stingy every time I find you."

"It's not your money. Why are you holding on to it so tightly? Besides, I'm not just using it for random purposes."

"The end of the year is only three months away. Don't be like in previous years, when we will run out of money and rush our art school to organize activities."

Wang Danqing put down the teacup and said with a smile.

Today, he came to the money manager specifically for the funds of [Yingding Appointment].

Qian Guan is a vice principal of East Lake College and is mainly responsible for managing the school's finances.

All expenses of East Lake College, large and small, will eventually pass through his hands.

I don’t know if it’s because my parents had too strong beliefs when they chose the name, or because the money manager was obsessed with finance.

This person, Qian Guan, has a hobby that is different from ordinary people.

——"Managing money".

This guy is in his fifties or sixties. He has lived for most of his life and loves nothing but managing money.

It's been like this since I was a child.

Now that I have become the vice president of East Lake College, this is still the case.

As long as it involves money, he will have a hand in it.

It can range from major projects such as building the second cafeteria to as small as invoices for refueling school buses to welcome the new year.

He knows it better than anyone else.

Because of his unusual hobbies, the teachers at school gave him the nickname "Brother Guan'er".

Instead of being angry about this nickname, Qian Guan actually enjoyed it.

Because he feels that this is an affirmation of his work.

"It'll be ready soon, it'll be ready soon, I'll just give you more batches."

"Although it's not my money, it's me who manages the money, and I have to be responsible for the school."

"Hey...that's weird, how could this happen?"

At this moment, Brother Guan'er was staring at the computer screen, his brows suddenly furrowed.

Wang Danqing looked confused: "What's wrong, Brother Guan'er?"

Brother Guan'er pinched his chin and said, "There is a student meal card limit."

…(⊙＿⊙；)…

Wang Danqing was a little confused.

Is this disease already terminal?

Now we even have to manage the student meal card limit?

In such a big school, it is normal for students to lose two meal cards and have them stolen by others, right?

"More than a thousand tickets, all quotas, and the time is concentrated on Friday at noon."

Seeing through Master Wang's doubts, Guan Qian explained.

"This...could this be another bad thing done by that kid from the computer department?"

Wang Danqing immediately thought of the students in the computer department.

There have been precedents before.

Young people like to show off when they know a little bit about technology.

A few years ago, a computer science student cracked the canteen's credit card system.

I only charged five yuan, but it lasted for a month.

In the end, it was the Guan'er brother in front of me who discovered something unusual when he was reconciling his accounts at the end of the month, and he was able to catch this kid out.

"Are you talking about the bald guy from the computer science department? Probably not."

"If you have a brother in charge of money, he won't dare even if you give him ten courages."

"This time it's much more serious than the last time. Maybe it's a freshman or a merchant in the cafeteria."

"What is the concept of all the limits for more than a thousand cards?"

"The book consumption alone is 100,000, and including the school's canteen subsidy, this is not a small amount."

The money manager said very seriously.

Wang Danqing: "Do you want to call the police?"

Money manager: "No, let's go take a look first. If it's a student, educate him. If it's a businessman, it's not too late to call the police."

Money manager: "You can go with me, I'm just on my way."

Wang Danqing: "???"

Money Manager: "The place with the meal card limit is in the Yingyuan Canteen. Oh, it's the same place where you dedicated yourself to art and ran around naked."

Wang Danqing: "..."

…

"A sneeze."

Sakura Garden Canteen, under the stairs.

Lu Feng, who was welding iron sheets, suddenly sneezed.

"Brother Lu, what's wrong?"

Asked a physics student who was also welding iron sheets on the side.

"It's okay, maybe it's autumn and I have a seasonal cold."

"Don't stop, hurry up and weld. The [Yingding Appointment] will begin tomorrow."

"This staircase must be sealed as soon as possible."

Lu Feng took off his gloves and subconsciously touched his bald head.

Although they have successfully put Sakura Garden Canteen out of business, for the sake of safety, they still choose to take a two-pronged approach.

Seal the stairs of Sakura Garden Cafeteria with iron sheets.

Don't know what happened.

His right eyelid has been twitching since morning.

At the same time, he always felt a chill on the back of his head, as if a cold wind was blowing.

In addition, he felt a little uncomfortable and always felt that something bad was going to happen.

"Forget it, just to be on the safe side, we'd better make the welding stronger. At worst, we'll have to work harder later."

Comfort yourself in your heart.

But suddenly, he felt someone behind him.

He turned around suddenly and his face fell instantly.

"Guan... Guan'er brother..."

"Wang...Master Wang..."

The person who appears in front of you is not someone else.

It was Brother Guan who caught him in the first place, and Wang Danqing, who he was most afraid of seeing now.

"You kid, what are you going to do with such a group of people?"

The money manager glanced at the people squatting on the ground welding iron sheets and frowned slightly.

He thought for a moment and asked, "Has the school recently approved money to let you weld iron sheets here?"

If he is not in his position and does not pursue his political ambitions, all Brother Guan'er sees and cares about is money.

He thought for a long time and confirmed that he had not approved any projects related to [Welding Iron Sheet] recently.

"Ah...this...isn't..."

Lu Feng suddenly felt guilty and became incoherent.

He didn't know the purpose of Brother Guan'er coming here, but his mind was racing and he was only thinking about one question.
To be continued...