The Long-Awaited Mr. Han

Chapter 755: Favoritism

Chapter 755: Favoritism

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

“Manager Hao did well!” someone in the audience seats shouted.

“Sun Changfang, you can give low marks, but you won’t allow others to give high marks? Was the competition organized by you?”

“This competition is sponsored by the Han Corporation. Who are you?”

“Get lost!”

“Get lost!”

“If the competition were being held by your family, then do what you want. If not, stop acting smart!”

Hao Zhonghai laughed very happily.

Dai Yiran squinted her eyes. Han Zhuoli was sitting at the VIP seats and Hao Zhonghai dared to give such a high score?

Last time, after Lu Man’s performance, he gave 9.8.

This time, he directly gave 10.

Was he not scared that after he returned, Han Zhuoli would scold him?

At that moment, Hao Zhonghai looked in the direction of Han Zhuoli.

Dai Yiran smiled mockingly.

Hao Zhonghai finally knew fear?

Sadly, Han Zhuoli was sitting at the first row. Dai Yiran could see only the back of Han Zhuoli and could not see his expression.

Actually, when Hao Zhonghai looked over, Han Zhuoli smiled approvingly at him.

Hao Zhonghai was totally at ease with what he was doing right now.

“Next, may we invite Teacher Zhang Guangtao to give his marks?” the emcee said.

Zhang Guangtao smiled and showed his marks.

10 points!

Another 10 points!

The audience yelled in happiness and clapped.

Sun Changfang laughed coldly. “Teacher Zhang, you can’t be showing favoritism because Lu Man is a student from the National Film Academy.”

Zhang Guangtao was so angry that he laughed. “I just grade according to the student’s performance. From my point of view, Lu Man’s performance is worthy of the 10 points in my hand.”

Zhang Guangtao paused, then coldly said, “Based on what you’ve said, can I take it that because Lu Man is not a student from your Donghua Academy of Drama, you gave her an unreasonably low score?”

“You’re the one who’s practicing favoritism and you’re wrongly accusing me?” Sun Changfang said angrily.

Zhang Guangtao calmly flipped open a notebook next to his hand. “I won’t talk about the second round of competitions temporarily because there are still a lot of students who have yet to compete. I’ll first talk about the first round of competitions that had already been completed.”

“To my school’s Fu Kaiqi, you gave 8.2 points. Xu Ziyi, 8.1 points. Li Zeyu, 8.5 points. Dong Jingxi, 8.3 points. Ni Xue, 8.1 points. Yang Ruilin, 8.2 points. Meng Yihan, 8.1 points. Lu Man, 7.9 points. The highest is only 8.5 points. There is actually no one who exceeded 8.5 points,” Zhang Guangtao said calmly.

Originally, before Zhang Guangtao brought it up, no one had noticed.

During the first round, everyone’s attention had been attracted by Lu Man’s low score of 7.9, and because the timing between the other people’s competitions had been spread out and the opponents mostly performed ordinarily, their eight-point-something marks seemed quite good.

But when Zhang Guangtao put all the scores together and stated them out loud, they realized in shock that Sun Changfang had never given the National Film Academy students high marks. It was just that he was especially bad towards Lu Man.

“Now, let’s talk about the marks you gave the students of Donghua Academy of Drama,” Zhang Guangtao continued.

"Enough!” Sun Changfang’s face had changed.

Zhang Guangtao did not bother to acknowledge him at all and went on to say, “Donghua Academy of Drama students’ first-round competition results: Wu Zilin, 9.3. Guo Changfeng, 9.0. Zhou Li, 9.1. Zou Mingkai—”

“Enough!” Sun Changfang shouted in a loud voice, interrupting Zhang Guangtao.

Zhang Guangtao also felt that it was enough; there was already sufficient evidence.

As expected, the audience got worked up again.

“What the heck!”

“And he still dares to say that we don’t know anything? That he’s professional?”