When the convoy arrived at the school, they couldn't immediately enter the parking lot because a security guard stopped them.
"Sorry, sir, you can't go in with so many people."
"School regulations, no matter who you are, only up to three people can enter!"
The security guard looked at them seriously, reciting the school's management regulations.
Lance sat in the car, looking at him through the half-open window, "Do you know who I am?"
The security guard shook his head, "I don't know who you are, sir, but rules are rules!"
"Even if you were the President, you must abide by the school's regulations!"
Unyielding yet not arrogant, it seemed he had experienced quite a few such incidents, and in the end, the parents always compromised.
After all, those willing to send their children here aren't really impressed by teaching quality; there are many factors unrelated to learning influencing them.
Because of these people's influence, the school's management also became more assertive.
