Rebirth of the Burning Era

After chatting with Liang Yifei, Gu Wenming didn't have continuous insomnia for the past few days and could sleep well.

I can fall asleep, but I can't sleep well.

Every time I closed my eyes and fell into a sleep, I started to dream.

For a while, he followed Liang Yifei to run a cram school. The class was full of students, all of them looked at him with admiration, and he could earn several thousand yuan a month;

When he was on the phone with his wife, he was very confident and said, 'what is money, wife, don't worry, you will be responsible for spending money when I am here! ’

On the other end of the phone, my wife giggled and laughed. It's been a long time since I was so relaxed.

After a while, it was Director Ji Weige of the School Ethics and Disciplinary Committee, who suddenly appeared at the door of the dormitory with a stern face, took out the school notice, and sternly said that Mr. Gu, you have not changed after repeated teachings, and you have even stepped up to hold remedial classes outside the school! The school has decided to give you expulsion from public office!

Then the old mother who was still in the countryside appeared beside the bed with a wrinkled face, with dry hands, pulling herself with tears and saying, 'Ah, how can this be? I'm going to kowtow to your school leaders and admit your mistake, you have to go back to school...'

Sometimes my wife's giggling joyous laughter is in my ears, and sometimes my old mother's overwhelmed cries are heard. In the distance, there seem to be many people looking at me with very strange eyes.

Gu Wenming often wakes up at this time, washes his face with cold water, sits in the room and stares at the dark ceiling in a daze!

Dreams are not reality, but in reality, the 5,000 yuan 'borrowed' from Liang Yifei did come in handy!

When he got 5,000 yuan, he immediately changed it into foreign exchange and remitted it to his wife. His wife, who had been in the cold war for a long time, took the initiative to call that night.

His attitude was very different from before. He kept praising him on the phone for his ability, and he seemed to have forgotten all about the Cold War.

Gu Wenming was still full of worries. He wanted to talk to her about how to choose cram schools and schools, but when he heard his wife's happy laughter on the other end of the phone, he suddenly felt less interested and didn't want to say a word.

In the end, he said, "Don't worry about money, it's all on me" and hung up the phone.

When he returned to the dormitory, he suddenly realized that this was what he said in his dream!

With money, not only does my wife have a different attitude, but I even have confidence in my subconscious speech!

There were several youth newspapers from the past few days on the table, Gu Wenming grabbed it and read it from beginning to end.

The last time Liang Yifei talked about an interview with the Youth Daily, Gu Wenming was dubious and would buy the Youth Daily to read it every day.

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It's getting hotter and hotter, and summer is officially here.

Liang Yifei was sitting in the classroom, eating ice cream with Jiang Xiaoli. Jiang Xiaoli had to try Liang Yifei's banana popsicle. Liang Yifei refused, so she came up to grab it, but with a click, half of the popsicle fell to the ground.

"You can do it every day!" Liang Yifei was talking when the Han Xian dog on his waist barked. He opened it and saw Xiang Chongfeng's "Yifei, I bought a newspaper!" Be right back! ’

Jiang Xiaoli came over to take a look again, and muttered, "Xiang Chongfeng is ill, let him go to the school gate to buy a newspaper, and he can also call him?!"

It's a little sick, and it smells like a sickness!

After Xiang Chongfeng and Jiang Xiaoli were each equipped with a BP machine, the two 'problems' appeared again.

Jiang Xiaoli is better. She finds a thin silver-plated chain to hang on her waist. She doesn't usually show off her clothes, but her dressing style has changed a bit: the hem of her shirt is always tucked into her jeans, or it's tied to her belly button. , Anyway, the waist must be exposed.

Xiang Chongfeng was relatively straightforward. It was a big deal, and he could make a paging call at a distance of three to five hundred meters.

After a while, Xiang Chongfeng ran in from the outside, sweating profusely, with an iron chain about the thickness of a dog chain dangling around his waist. Not only could he tie a BP machine, he could kill anyone.

Holding a youth newspaper in one hand.

"One... Feifei, you... you reported it!"

Indeed it was reported.

Today's Youth Daily published Lin Zhixian's commentary on the third page.

The subtitle of "Former Labor Prisoners, Today's Socialist Builders" is a young 'golden idea'.

The first sentence of the opening chapter is "In Binhai City, there is such a legendary young man, his name is Liang Yifei. Just a few months ago, he was still undergoing reform through labor because of crimes and crimes, but in just a few months, he has become the king of golden ideas, selling an idea for tens of thousands of yuan, and using his own wisdom, he re-invested. In the midst of the vigorous tide of socialist construction...'

"It's sour, female reporter." Jiang Xiaoli said angrily, biting the popsicle until it rattled.

Liang Yifei smiled and said, "If you roll your eyes a little bigger, I'll give you a certificate."

"As soon as you fly, is it... Did you report it, Gu Wenming... will come to you?" Xiang Chongfeng asked from the side.

"Almost." Liang Yifei shoved the newspaper against the table.

Sure enough, when the get out of class was about to end, Liang Yifei's BP machine rang.

"Is it Lao Gu?" Jiang Xiaoli came up and asked.

Liang Yifei untied the BP machine, put it on the table, and clicked the display button. A line of bold characters appeared on the dark green screen:

"See you at the cafe at the entrance after class. Gu Wenming."

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With the reform and opening up, mainland pop culture, songs and idols from Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan have been rapidly imported into the mainland in recent years.

The sound of "Follow Your Feeling" by Baodao singer Su Rui is playing in the cafe.

"Follow the feeling, hold on to the dream's hand tightly, UU reading www.uukanshu.com footsteps are getting lighter and happier, and you can sway your smile to the fullest.

Follow the feeling, hold the dream's hand tightly, the blue sky is getting closer and gentler, and suddenly I find a completely different me..."

Different from the melancholy song I walked through the cafe last time, this song is cheerful and active, full of hope for the future, and is very popular among young people in mainland China.

Gu Wenming and Liang Yifei talked for a long time in the same booth in the cafe last time.

Like Liang Yifei, he also saw the report on Liang Yifei in Today's Youth Daily. The propaganda of this national newspaper finally became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

In other words, it is the last key to unlock the heart.

After deciding on 'cooperation', it is first necessary to determine the powers and responsibilities of both parties.

Liang Yifei took a big idea, contributed funds, and decided the future development strategy of the school; Gu Wenming was specifically responsible for the school's daily teaching management, operation, personnel, etc. In the early stage, he was also responsible for the school's 'shelf' as soon as possible according to Liang Yifei's intentions Set up, including renting venues, hiring staff, recruiting students, etc.

"Is this the so-called professional manager system?" Gu Wenming heard this term from Liang Yifei's mouth.

"Incomplete." Liang Yifei smiled and said, "You are the real professional manager, you are responsible for everything, and I will govern. But I think Mr. Gu, it is your first time to go to sea, and you have little experience in doing business. , I will be more involved."

Liang Yifei's decentralization did not make Gu Wenming unhappy, but gave him a reassurance.

He understands teaching and school. In business, he is indeed the first girl to get on the sedan chair, and now he is willing to go out. The cram school is his only hope. The psychological pressure is relatively high. The bottom is more.