Chapter 8 Come to the door!

"Making trouble?"

Zhang Yongan immediately stood up and told Liu Zelong to return to the classroom. He then went with Vice Principal Chu.

On the way,

Principal Chu briefly explained.

It all came down to one issue: compensation!

After these teachers died on the foreign battlefield, they weren't even considered martyrs, meaning no pensions.

In short, the benefits left for their families were minimal, pitifully small.

In the reception room.

Numerous teachers were trying to comfort the families of the teachers. Zhang Luna couldn't help but bow.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault. I couldn't bring them back."

"The situation was too dangerous back then!"

The families were furious: "What's the point of saying sorry? Why did you come back alive? Why didn't you die with them?"

"Also, our third child had a stable job as a teacher at the school, so why did he go off to the alien battlefield? He's getting married next month. What should we do?"

"Why did they go to the battlefield? Do you think you're so powerful now? A bunch of old, weak, and disabled people. It would be great if they stayed in school. It's so hard for the Federation to assign jobs to my children. It's all because of you. Otherwise, they wouldn't..."

The door opened.

Zhang Yongan heard the conversation from a distance, his face grim.

But he followed Principal Chu inside.

He couldn't get angry with the families of the fallen teachers.

This matter needed to be handled carefully. It had to be said that this school was a real mess.

"The principal is here!"

A teacher said.

Instantly, everyone's attention focused on Zhang Yongan, wearing a black short-sleeved shirt.

More than a dozen teachers' family members rushed forward.

There were children and elderly people, all with sorrowful, haggard expressions.

Zhang Luna turned her head away, wiping away tears, unable to bear the sight. Many teachers were also watching how Zhang Yongan would handle this situation.

"You must be the principal, right?"

"I asked the Warrior Alliance, and both the Warrior Alliance and the local federal office said my child didn't die in the line of duty. They clearly killed aliens."

"Why don't you admit it? They were clearly war heroes."

"Those federal agents even called our child stupid, a bunch of idiots. Instead of sacrificing themselves for the school, they should have died on the battlefield."

A woman, her eyes red, rushed forward and threw herself at Zhang Yongan, seeming to grab his face and question him, but he pushed her away.

Zhang Yongan could comfort the families, but at least he shouldn't attack himself. This wasn't his fault.

"Why did you send my child to the front lines, you bastard? Why don't you go to the foreign battlefield?"

"He's already retired. His family has arranged a marriage. They're getting married and having a baby next month. The bride's already pregnant. What do you think we should do?"

"What's the point of paying compensation? Can it buy me back my husband?"

The voices of the crowd rang in Zhang Yongan's ears. Principal Chu rushed forward to stop the many family members.

"Don't misunderstand, everyone. This principal is new and knows nothing."

Zhang Yongan silently praised Old Chu. He was reliable in a critical moment.

But Principal Chu tried to comfort the people, but was slapped several times, but he didn't dare to fight back.

This matter truly had nothing to do with Zhang Yongan.

Zhang Yongan radiated a stream of Qi and blood, gently pushing the person in front of him away to relieve Principal Chu's pressure, and at the same time closed the door.

He said in a deep voice, "Enough."

"If you want to talk, sit down. If you don't want to, leave."

"We apologize for the sacrifices of several teachers. We will take full responsibility for his funeral."

The words, tinged with energy and blood, struck like a hammer in everyone's ears.

This managed to temporarily calm the situation.

He walked over to the crowd.

A woman, unconcerned with Zhang Yongan, pushed her way through the teachers' families and shouted, "My daughter has only been married to him for a year and just had a baby. Now he's dead. What about my baby? What about my daughter?"

"It must be declared a death in the line of duty. He earned around 200,000 yuan a year, and he needs 5 million yuan in compensation, plus child support."

Everyone's faces turned grim.

The school is struggling right now and simply can't afford the money.

Furthermore, while the private formation of a demon-hunting team was intended to generate resources for the students, it was a completely private matter.

Zhang Yongan had extensive experience comforting the families of fallen warriors, and he remained calm.

"I'm deeply sorry for the sacrifices of these teachers."

"The school will take full responsibility."

"First, they sacrificed their lives for the school. Even if the government doesn't recognize them, I will."

"Second, although they died, your monthly salaries will be deposited into your accounts on time. Low-ranking soldiers have a short lifespan, and based on eighty years, this amount is far more than the lump-sum compensation you're demanding."

"Third, they're already dead, so there's no point in making a fuss. We'll build a memorial and cemetery at the school, and students will organize no fewer than ten grave-sweeping and memorial services each year."

After each statement, the entire room fell silent.

The black-clad principal's powerful words were etched in their minds.

Zhang Yongan's terms were generous. Martial arts teachers do receive an annual benefit of 200,000 yuan; it's a university, after all.

Over eighty years, that's 16 million yuan.

This was more than they'd just exorbitantly demanded.

Zhang Yongan gave them the explanation they wanted, and doubled it!

Those people sacrificed their lives for the school, and the school would not ignore them.

At the same time, the many teachers present turned their gazes toward Zhang Yongan. Zhang Luna wiped tears from her eyes, her eyes fixed on that resounding figure.

They had sacrificed so much for the school and its students. No one was truly selfless, and they wondered what their fate would be if they had died in battle.

If the families of these teachers were expelled, they would also be able to foresee their own fate.

Seeing Zhang Yongan handle the situation appropriately, many teachers felt that their sacrifices for their students were worth it. At least someone recognized them.

They wouldn't be called fools!

"Finally, I want to say that they willingly embarked on the alien battlefield for the sake of these children in the school. This has always been the tradition of the 649th Army."

"Burning themselves to illuminate the next generation."

"Passing on the torch!"

"That's why the 649th Army is so powerful."

"A soldier's destiny is the battlefield. They are unfortunate, but also fortunate!"

"Principal Chu, each of you take 200,000 yuan and handle it properly."

With that, Zhang Yongan ignored the crowd and left.

That was all he could do; anything more was truly impossible. Furthermore, he was also covering for Principal Chu and the other teachers.

Before he arrived, if anything happened to these people, even though the demon hunters volunteered to go to the battlefield, their families wouldn't care. The teachers present would be held accountable.

He took the blame for these teachers and Principal Chu, and held the school responsible for the deaths of those teachers. He had done his utmost.

If he did it again, there would be no more!