[Late Qing Transmigration + Behind-the-Scenes Story + Students Everywhere + Strengthening the Nation Through Industry + Lighthearted Power Fantasy + No System]
Also known as "Late Qing: Every Powerful Family in the City Came from My School"
A campaign to take down Xie Luo begins in Shanghai and soon sends shock waves all the way to the capital.
When the official documents reach the county office, the official assigned to investigate sees Xie Luo and first pays him the formal respect due a teacher.
The complaint is sent to the governor’s residence. Even the high-ranking official who rushes over in the middle of the night respectfully addresses him as “Sir.”
Unable to rely on local forces, his enemies try to send the New Army to surround the school. But when the troops arrive at the gate, their commanding officer takes off his cap and asks whether Sir was frightened.
Beyond that, only the imperial court remains.
But the urgent telegram from the capital brings no punishment. It asks only one thing: after ten years of teaching, how many of Sir Xie’s former students now hold positions at court?
His enemies climb higher and higher up the Qing Empire’s ladder of power, seeking help. At every step, they run into someone who graduated from Zhiyong Academy.
Ten years ago, after the defeat in the First Sino-Japanese War, twenty-two-year-old Xie Luo transmigrated to Shanghai from more than a century in the future. He borrowed five hundred taels and founded Zhiyong Academy.
Ten years later, the young people who once sat in its shabby classrooms have entered government, the military, newspapers, factories, and careers overseas. In their daily lives, each has his own path. But when they see Xie Luo, they still call him “Sir.”
After much effort, someone finally obtains the original enrollment register of Zhiyong Academy.
The forty-seven names on the list are already enough to sway all of Shanghai.
But on the cover, there are only four words:
Zhiyong Academy, First Class.
“Who else do you want to call in?”
Xie Luo closes the register and chuckles.
“By all means, call them. I’d like to see which class they’re from.”
