My Bank Is Connected to Another World

finish eating.

Cheng Shengjun returned home.

boom!

The father and son moved a large water tank into the main room, which contained a lot of seafood.

"Huh! It's so heavy!"

"It's so generous to give us so many things."

"..."

Cheng's father wiped his sweat.

Shu Fu sent several boxes of ingredients, and wrote a copy of the recipe by the way. He also gave him the oven. He said it was for practice, and he couldn't shirk it, so Cheng's father had no choice but to accept it.

Take the recipe.

Like a treasure.

Put it away carefully.

This is the hope of getting rich. I plan to start the experiment tomorrow, but there are not enough materials today.

Turn on the TV and get ready to watch for a while.

It's still early, it's summer, and there is no air conditioner at home, so it's hard to fall asleep in the first half of the night.

"Huh!"

Father Cheng was surprised.

"Simple!"

"Tsinghua University!"

"..."

I saw Shu Fu on the market platform, this is not the point, the point is the words below: outstanding traditional handicraftsmen in our city take the college entrance examination and aspire to go to Tsinghua University.

. . .

In Mingshan City.

Many people saw this news. At first, everyone only noticed the interview, but suddenly they glanced at the script and were slightly taken aback. Could it be that the TV station made a mistake?

"Outstanding?"

"Traditional craftsmen?"

"College entrance exam?"

"..."

No matter how you look at it, the combination is very strange.

but.

But there are also some people who know Shu Fu, such as classmates.

"What?"

"Craftsman? Isn't this the number one in our senior year?"

"Shu Yi?"

"..."

Out of curiosity, the qualified family looked up the name, and then they were shocked. Xueba not only studies well, but his works can be sold so expensive.

Tens of millions.

It costs five thousand to carve a portrait.

Depend on!

Do you want to be so good?

Feelings, going to school is a side job.

. . .

the next day.

Morning.

Word spread around the school.

"Have you heard that Shu Fu is Shu Yi?"

"Is this a new charade?"

"No, our Xueba has a stage name Shu Yi. He carved the wood carvings that sold two million yuan in the city before, and the Provincial Museum has his works."

"..."

"You mean, that silly cat and silly dog ​​were carved by Shu Fu?"

"right!"

"so amazing."

"..."

"This is not the most powerful thing. A few months ago, Shu Fu's works were exhibited in the National Museum, and one work was sold for a sky-high price of three million."

"hiss!!"

"..."

The news one by one shocked the students.

two million.

three million.

It adds up to 5 million, which is an unimaginably huge sum of money for those who are still in high school and expect to earn more than 10,000 a month after graduation.

It's like a lottery ticket.

It is equal to whether there is financial freedom.

It's like not having to struggle.

Five million, there are too many things that can be done.

A local tyrant, a proper local tyrant.

. . .

nine o'clock.

When Shu Fu came to the school, these days, not all provinces gave out the scores first and then filled in the volunteers, but had to report the volunteers before the results came out.

Therefore, there is an additional process of scoring.

Um?

Looking around at him with strange eyes.

curious.

surprise.

worship.

The results haven't come out yet, don't you need to do this?

But I soon knew the reason, so I wasn't too surprised, or I just let the surroundings get acquainted first, and made a foreshadowing.

When one day, his identity as the leader of the pilot is exposed, everyone will have a buffer.

into the classroom.

brush!

Looking at it with a pair of eyes.

"morning!"

"Student Shu, how do you study well and be equally good at crafting?"

"talent!"

"..."

What else can you say.

Nearly full marks in the monthly exams, hard work alone may not necessarily achieve it, and now he still has the aura of a woodcut master, except for talent, there is no explanation at all.

handsome.

And money.

able.

It always feels like it's here to hit mortals.

"Mr. Shu, why do you still go to school when you are so rich?" a classmate asked curiously.

"Learning is a lifelong thing, and has nothing to do with wealth."

"..."

This realm is just high, there is nothing wrong with it.

"What major are you going to choose?" Another classmate asked.

"industrial design."

"Why?"

"interest."

"..."

"What do you think is the best major to study now?"

"nice! You love it."

"..."

For a while, Shu Fu became the center of the class. Counting it, this was the first time that he talked so much with his 'classmates', maybe this was the only time.

I'm not too bothered.

It wasn't until the class teacher came that everyone stopped.

Looking at Shu Fu.

The homeroom teacher's eyes lit up, he didn't expect that his schoolmaster would have such an identity.

As long as it doesn't grow crooked, it is very likely to go to the school wall. Millionaires are not new now, but a teenager millionaire is rare.

This is not by inheritance, but by earning it yourself.

. . .

"This is the answer, let's evaluate the score."

The answer booklet was passed from the front row to the back, and the students returned to reality.

"well!"

"The answer turned out to be this."

"..."

"Haha, I was right."

"..."

"It's okay, it's okay, I didn't pass the math test."

"..."

Some are happy, some are sad.

After getting the voluntary card, Shu Fu swiped to fill it out.

Tsinghua University, majoring in industrial design, the homeroom teacher took it cheerfully and sent it directly to the principal's office. As for the other students, their grades have not yet been evaluated.

"What should I choose?" Shan Luo was troubled.

He looked at Shu Fu.

"Snapped!"

I hit my girlfriend on the arm.

"What are you thinking? Do you still want to major in the same major as Shu Fu? You are so uninitiated and easy to be underestimated. Besides, industrial design, do you really like it?"

"Forehead!"

After hesitating for a while, Shan Luo nodded.

Right.

As for not being in a major, will Shu Fu be hooked by other girls?

Forehead!

It was a piece of wood.

Even if he is alone in the room, Shu Fu probably won't take advantage of her at all.

. . .

After estimating the scores, the head teacher counted them and was very satisfied.

This year's prize money is stable.

Afterwards, graduation photos began to be sent out, and after school, everyone went back to consider where to apply. It took three days to officially start filling in the report. Shu Fu was considered a special case.

Mainly because I am too lazy to run.

Holding his graduation photo, Shu Fu came to a cemetery in the eastern suburbs.

Being admitted to university can be regarded as fulfilling a last wish of his parents.

Leave in half an hour.

the next day.

morning.

Shu Fu returned to his hometown, a small village where his parents left and his grandparents were buried here, so the village hasn't changed much.

About the same as ten years ago.

dirt road.

old house.

The small river that used to flow has become a stream, and it is not known whether it was diverted upstream or blocked.

In the field, many people are sowing late rice, a picture scroll of busy farming in a small village. When passing by some houses, you can faintly hear pigs and ducks.

"Wow!"

As a regular species in the village, there are many Wang Xingren.

only.

A dog star barked at Shu Fu twice before retreating with its tail between its legs.

"Woohoo!"

Don't dare to shout anymore.

The fifth level of strengthening is a watershed. At the fourth level, the limit of ordinary people has been broken. At the fifth level, you will come into contact with a new thing.

——

cellular energy.

The current role is mainly to strengthen the body.

If it is released outside, it does not have offensive power, but it can deter some small animals and so on.