Dragon Lord Crane Smith

Chapter 91 Mr. Smith, Can You Join the Association

Zoe blushed to the extreme.

She realized then how ignorant she had been in the past.

There are not many people in this world who have real talent but are anonymous, but they exited.

For example, Crane, with such a high level of piano playing, he can definitely attract countless fans, but

he did not do so, and the previous remarks were just spontaneous.

"I've been the director of the admissions office for years, but it's ridiculous that I don't even understand

such a superficial truth."

No one paid any attention to Zoe's self-deprecation, and everyone was staring at Minister Doyle.

" Doyle, what else do you have to say now?"

Principal Atkinson glanced at Minister Doyle, who blushed furiously, but still resorted, "But he also said

that his fighting and chess playing is at the world class level ......"

"So are you going to let me show them all?"

Crane walked over and asked in a nonchalant manner.

Minister Doyle’s eyes lit up, but then he heard Crane's cold laughter, "What the hell are you, why do

you need to evaluate what I say and do?"

"That's right, whatever Mr. Smith does, someone will naturally judge, but in no way is it justified for you

to take the opportunity to humiliate Mr. Smith and Ms. Chambers. You don't deserve to be a teacher."

Kara opened her mouth, and her words were tantamount to giving Minister Doyle a death sentence.

At the same time, she glanced at Ryan, who spoke, "Miss Kara, I am a man from Director Lowe ......"

He wanted to remind Kara of this, after all, Kingsang did not only belong to the Atkinson family, and if

she angered the Lowe family, she would definitely not be able to reap any benefits.

But Kara snorted, "You think I would come to chastise on you without any preparation?"

Ryan's heart suddenly stuttered at her words.

" Ryan, you've been devoting for the Subsidiary all these years, I understand your hard work, but this is

not a reason for you to corrupt and bully others, go in prison for a few years."

It's Mr. Lowe's voice.

Ryan instantly sat down on the floor, beads of sweat running straight down.

In the phone call Mr. Lowe said he could come back to the company after he got out of the prison, but

he was afraid that there was no place for him to stay.

Once Principal Chaw saw the outcome of the matter, he turned to Crane and smiled, "Mr. Smith, don't

worry, I will make arrangements for your daughter. Nadia attends our school ......"

"Well, just arrange it and let me know later."

Crane was also a bit drained, waved his hand and was to leave, but only when he got down the stairs

did he hear someone shouting at the back.

It was Mr. Harper.

"Mr. Harper, what is it?"

He glanced at Mr. Harper curiously.

Mr. Harper stared at him as if he had seen some rare treasure and laughed, "Mr. Smith, are you

interested in joining our Piano Association?"

"Sorry, I am not interested."

"Mr. Smith, think about it, if you join in, he can have good treatment, and as a pianist, you can be alone

practicing ......"

"I don't have any interest in it, and besides, it's true that the piano is something that you can't do

practice alone, but it's not like you can exchange any insights with other people."

Crane refused.

He knows so much stuff, he would be bored to death if he participated in every single association.

Mr. Harper, however, added, "Mr. Smith, you should reconsider ......"

"Farewell."

Crane didn't want to listen to Mr. Harper's nagging, so he pulled Nadia and Megan and Flora to leave.

Mr. Harper looked at Crane's back as he left and sighed uncontrollably.

"Pity, what a pity."

"Such an outstanding pianist, and so young, simply a genius among geniuses, even if not as good as

Chopin and Beethoven, he is good enough to be written in history."

He stomped his foot repeatedly, deeply regretful.

At this time, the young man however came up with, "Teacher, I can actually understand Mr. Smith,

doesn't he know a lot of things? If everyone invites him into association like you, he would be

annoyed."

"Can this be compared?"

"Piano is art, and art is noble, it is not something chess or fighting can compare."

"Have you ever heard of a person playing chess can be written in history? Maybe yes but never as

much as we do at the piano, and let alone fighting, once you hit middle age, you have no value at all,

let alone any history."

Mr. Harper glared at his student.

The young man, however, rubbed the back of his head and said with a smile, "But I don't think Mr.

Smith has much interest in the piano, in his heart, his wife and daughters are the most important. I

kinda like this kind of person."

"That's what I thought."

The woman was also quite agreeable, and Mr. Harper was furious and he decided that he wouldn't let

these two rebellious disciples enter his house for the next period of time.

Seeing that Mr. Harper was pissed off, Principal Chaw and Principal Atkinson laughed bitterly, they

knew that Mr. Harper would have to lock himself in a small dark room to think about his life for the next

period of time.

"But I'm still curious, what exactly is Mr. Smith's status that he can make Mr. Saunders and Miss Kara

come out for him?"

"Don't think so much about it, we're just people who teach student and make a little money for our

families at best, and that kind of circle is never something we can get involved in."

Principal Atkinson spoke to Principal Chaw, who also nodded rather deeply.

He exhaled deeply and suddenly spoke again, "But, I feel that the Stone City is going to be unsettled."

"Oh, how come?"

Principal Atkinson was curious.

Principal Chaw looked far away and said, "You should have heard of the Mena Foundation, right?"

"Yes."

Although Principal Atkinson was not involved in such matters, as a member of the Atkinson family, he

was naturally aware of these, and immediately raised his eyebrows slightly, seeming to understand

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"You mean Mr. Smith is probably connected to the Mena Foundation?"

"Hahahaha, I didn't say that, you said it yourself. Well, I gotta to go to sleep."

Principal Atkinson was furious and about to explode.

"You son of a bitch, you set me a trap. No, you just got up from a nap, how come you're going to sleep

again?"

"Hey, hey, hey, stop there, whether you are the principal or I am the principal!"

"You're a principal, too."

"I'm the vice principal, so you are in charge!"

"Hey!"

Watching Principal Chaw and Principal Atkinson leave one after another, Kara let out a bitter

laugh.