After severing ties, the biological parents regretted it

The exam was a difficult one, but the exam was not very exciting.

For him, Chinese was the least of his worries.

Except for the essay, which he was not sure would get full marks, there were no problems with the other subjects.

He had recalled all the questions for the college entrance examination in the past few days.

Three invigilators kept walking around in the examination room. Fang Pingan lowered his head to answer the questions, and everything around him had no effect on him.

He answered the questions in a disciplined manner, and even though he had finished writing them long ago, he did not hand them in early.

Until the bell rang, he handed in his papers on time and left the examination room like other students.

There were many cars parked in front of the foreign language school, and more parents were standing in the hot sun, anxiously waiting for their children.

Fang Pingan walked out of the school gate and slowly squeezed out of the crowd to look to both sides.

About 40 meters away, Chen Shaohua, Liu Qing and Chen Shuhui were standing in the shade on the side of the road, looking forward.

Seeing him walking steadily towards her, Chen Shuhui rushed over with a Coke.

"Brother, this is what you wanted."

Fang Pingan took the Coke, unscrewed the bottle and drank three big mouthfuls directly.

After a few long burps, he stretched out his hand and gave Chen Shuhui a thumbs up.

"Enjoy it!"

The little girl's eyes curved, holding her milk tea and said, "Let's go home."

"Yes, go home."

Chen Shaohua watched the two children walk side by side, and his own girl hugged Pingan's arm, feeling very satisfied.

"Don't ask me how the test went later, got it?"

He reminded Liu Qing again.

What he got was a roll of the eyes, "You tell me, of course I know."

After two days of college entrance examination, Fang Pingan knew how much he could score.

There was no difference from the college entrance examination questions in his previous life.

He was very sure that his score would be much higher than in his previous life.

He didn't dare to hope for full marks, at least he was not absolutely sure to get full marks for Chinese and English essays.

After all, that thing requires the teacher's subjective judgment, and there is no fixed standard answer.

But he believed that he could get at least 730 points out of a total score of 750.

The only thing he needed to consider was which school and what major he chose.

Early in the morning on the 10th, after getting up, he went to the small restaurant to help his godfather and godmother make wontons and buns.

These are what Jiangnan Snack Bar sells.

It's a decades-old shop with many old customers.

Liu Qing and Chen Shaohua originally wanted him to go out and play with classmates and relax.

On the one hand, it was to relax, and on the other hand, it was to make him completely forget the days in Fang's house.

Fang Ping'an just shook his head.

It's not that there were no classmates' reunions, nor was there no call to go out for fun.

It's just that he didn't have this plan at all.

During the three years of high school, he strictly abided by all the requirements of the Fang family.

For example, he had to go home immediately after school and was not allowed to associate with those low-quality people.

No. 38 Middle School was originally very ordinary, and it was incomparable to No. 1 Middle School.

But the Fang family never thought of letting him go to No. 1 Middle School.

This idea was actually proposed by Zhao Wei, his biological mother.

What they were afraid of was that if he was in the same class with Fang Hongjun, it might affect Hongjun's grades!

It was really far from the truth.

In school, except for interacting with the fat man, he spent the rest of his time in the small room of the Fang family.

Either cleaning, tidying up the yard, weeding or cleaning the swimming pool...

It can be said that in his three years of high school, apart from being remembered as one of the top three in the grade, he only had the impression of being aloof and unwilling to talk to others.

Except for Zhao Huaian, his deskmate, he rarely talked to others.

He didn't care what others thought of him at all.

He was busy flattering the people of the Fang family and had no time to interact with his classmates.

He had helped in the restaurant since he was a child and had not forgotten how to make wontons.

At first, he was a little unfamiliar with the technique, but soon he became very proficient.

With his help, whether it was buns or wontons, they soon accumulated enough.

You can't make too many of these things, you just need to keep a certain amount, and it's not good to make more.

He stopped when there was already a lot of stock in the freezer and started to help clean the table and wash the dishes.

Chen Shaohua and his wife tried to persuade him, but it was useless, so they could only let him help in the kitchen.

After ten o'clock in the morning, there were no customers in the store, so he sat down and started to check his phone.

He wanted to see how much trouble the lottery incident had so far.

There were a lot of news on the Internet, but most of them were voices of doubt.

The doubt was not about the winner, but about the number

.

After all, there were three people who won the first prize.

Some people doubted it, and some believed in the official.

The main reason was that the winning number was too magical. It was the first time in history that seven consecutive numbers appeared.

This was a result that could only exist in theory, and now it appeared...

Fang Pingan stared at his phone with a smile and decided to buy a house.

He knew very well that the old communities would be demolished in the future, and which places would have higher house appreciation.

Yuncheng is close to the sea, and both finance and commerce are very developed.

More importantly, it is also a provincial capital.

His goal is the old and dilapidated houses in the city center.

In September next year, which is the second year after his death, two new subway lines will begin construction.

According to the estimate that the construction period is up to five years, it means that after six years, the houses along the line will increase in price.

Not to mention commercial and residential housing, just talking about apartments, the rent of apartments along the subway line will increase the fastest.

Because the largest user group of these apartments in the future will be young white-collar workers.

He decided to buy two houses along the subway line in the future, and also buy a few apartments.

In this way, his godfather and godmother don't have to continue running this small restaurant, and they can rely on collecting rent to ensure that their future living standards will not be lower than now.

Do it when you think of it.

"Godfather and godmother, I'll go out for a walk. There are no customers at the moment."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Liu Qing quickly agree:

"Go, go, I told you to go out and play, but you insisted on coming.

Here, your godfather and I are enough."

Chen Shaohua also nodded repeatedly.

"Go, play with your classmates for a few more days.

When you go to college, you will have new friends."

Fang Ping'an left the restaurant, opened the map and selected the nearest agency.

...

Fang Hongjun went out to play after the exam.

Not only that, he also rented a villa in Yuncheng and held a seven-day party.

He didn't notice at all that in an inconspicuous GL8, two young people were scolding the rich second generation for being licentious, envious, and chewing bread.

But until now, neither of them has any evidence that the employer wants.

Fang Hongjun has never been to Haidong District.

He has always followed Fang Junhong's arrangements and tried not to contact his mother to avoid being seen.

In the past, they only met when they were traveling.

He did well in the college entrance examination this time, and he estimated that he could get at least 730 points.

As for the college entrance examination, it has nothing to do with him.

All he needs is the transcript.

The school in Country M has been contacted, and Fang Junhong donated 10 million US dollars to the professor's laboratory for this.

He only needs to take the transcript to the plane and it's done.