Chapter 10: CH 10

The community school in Hell’s Kitchen had more than 1,000 students in 36 classes from grades 1 to 12.

Alvin was now the principal of this school. For this reason, Alvin called the Hell’s Kitchen gangs to hold a meeting. After a “friendly” negotiation and a “fair” election, Alvin was elected as the principal of this community school.

As for the principal appointed by the Ministry of Education, who cared?

The first thing Alvin did when he took office was to find Kingpin and negotiate. You are a gangster boss, the underground godfather of Hell’s Kitchen, and you should make some contributions to the education of your hometown, right? This contribution could not be a one-off but had to be a long-term undertaking. So Kingpin with a huge contribution of 5 million US dollars a year, honorably became a school trustee.

It was not difficult to recruit teachers if you had money, even if this was hell’s kitchen, but after all, it was work at a school. Hire a headhunter to find out which outstanding teachers were out of work. Once he found one, send a “sincere” invitation, with good treatment, food, housing, and insurance. You have to give me this face! Even if they didn’t know Alvin, had to give Kingpin face!

As for the students! As a man who accompanied his son to the fourth grade in his last life, he still knew the schedule of a good school. Referring to the timetable of Maotanchang Middle School, arrive at school at 7:30 in the morning for early reading, start lessons at 8:00, rest from 12:00 to 1:30, dismiss at 5:00, and start “voluntary” evening self-study at 7:00. If they didn’t want to participate, they needed to ask the principal for leave. Generally, if it was not the death of a family member or a fire at home, Mr. Alvin would not agree, and Mr. Alvin was very busy and not often in school anyway.

Alvin stood at the gate of the school, looking at the passing students like a mouse meeting a cat, and tiptoed to the school. It was a joy to hear the school’s current vice-principal and former principal, Nelson Norris, complement his efforts. Why should this daddy’s son study from six to nine every day, and the brats here be allowed play happily every day? This daddy here is going to teach them, and in the future, this will be Hell’s Kitchen Maotanchang Branch Campus.

JJ, who acted as a bodyguard with a shotgun, shed tears of sympathy for the children of this school. From which point of view was this a school? This was the children’s camp in Hell’s Kitchen!

Dom liked to follow Alvin to school, he found the work here very interesting. Throwing a student down and listening to him scream in fear while scavenging interesting bits and pieces from him makes it amusing. After a while, Dom already had a pile of loot behind him. There were snacks, toys, and more. Several children of different sizes, holding the found dangerous items in their hands, lined up in front of Alvin, waiting to be dealt with.

Holding a fancy butterfly knife in his hand, Alvin played around and asked the 13-14-year-old white boy in front of him, “Which class? What’s your name? Why did you bring a knife to school?”

The white boy scratched his neck and said, “My name is Felix, I am in the first class of the ninth grade. The knife is used to cut nails.”

JJ, who was watching the fun, laughed out loud. Do you need a half-foot-long knife to cut your nails?

Alvin didn’t like to see others talking with their neck craned, and slapped Felix on the neck, causing him to scream “Ow Ow”, and squat on the ground with his head in his arms. The kid was still a little unconvinced when he was beaten. Although he didn’t dare to fight back, he glared at Alvin with sharp eyes. This was it, to dare to glare at the principal!

“Confinement, 2 days, Nelson, give him the school rules and let him copy it 100 times,” Alvin said angrily.

Looking at the tough Felix, who screamed and was dragged into the school by the majestic JJ, the first few boys were so frightened that they didn’t dare to breathe. They honestly admitted their mistakes and received their punishment.

The last little black fatty gave Alvin a difficult time. He gritted his teeth and asked coldly, “What’s your name? Which class? Who the hell asked you to bring marijuana to school?”

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The little black fatty lowered his head and said, “My name is Lavin, sixth grade, the second class, and my dad asked me to bring the marijuana.”

Alvin roared angrily, “Who the fuck is your father?”

Lavin was even more frightened. He lowered his head and said, “My teacher, Mr. Nathan, always has headaches. He is very kind to me. My dad knew that, so he asked me to bring him a pack of marijuana so that his headache will get better.”

Alvin held back his anger and kicked an iron trash can at the door. The feeling in his heart was not visible.

The child’s father was probably a drug dealer. In order to thank the teacher, he asked the child to bring a bag of marijuana to the teacher to cure the headache. What the fuck was this called?

Unable to blame the kid Lavin, he patted his head and said, “The teacher will go to the doctor with his headache. You shouldn’t bring marijuana to school in the future, or you will be locked up like Felix! This package of marijuana has been confiscated. Go to class now!”

As if receiving amnesty, Lavin rushed into the school with his head buried.

Seeing that Alvin was in a bad mood, Nelson whispered: “It’s already very good. A few years ago, this place was a reserve talent base for gangsters. Can you believe that there were children selling drugs openly in the school? The current situation has already exceeded my expectations.”

Alvin was stunned for a moment, and then said coldly, “What happened to the land that the city government applied for? I have to quickly build up the student dormitory, keep these children in the school, and don’t let them continue to live on the streets. I’m going to send them all to college.”

Nelson said with a smile: “Almost done, there is enough space in Hell’s Kitchen, and the space at the back of the school is enough to build two teaching buildings and two student dormitories plus a teacher’s dormitory.” After hesitating, he continued: ” Is the design of the student dormitory not too compact, isn’t a 30-square-meter dormitory for six people too crowded?”

Alvin squinted and glanced at Nelson, thinking “you haven’t seen the student dormitories in the remote areas of ​​China. I didn’t ask you to build the student dormitory into a big shop to let these children burn incense and worship Buddha. Too crowded? Many universities in China are not up to this standard! 95% of the families in Hell’s Kitchen are destitute, and I don’t even charge tuition fees, what else do you want?”

Maybe finding the look in Alvin’s eyes ominous, Nelson quickly changed his words, “But that’s okay, we at least provide children with a safe learning environment, allowing them to study in peace. What you have done for this school will be remembered by history,” said the slick old gentleman with gray temples.

With this said, Alvin was in a good mood, and patted Nelson on the shoulder happily. This old guy has worked in Hell’s Kitchen for 15 years as the principal, and he still has a bit of talent. Although his character was average, at least he liked to hear his words and talk with him. He was also good at dealing with the Ministry of Education. After all, the running of this school depended on the strength of the Ministry of Education, and he needed him to deal with getting equipment and funding.

“Alvin, you bastard, look at what you have done?” An old voice yelled from behind.

Alvin rubbed his nose, the owner of this voice was not so flattering!

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