Reinventing the Millennium

How cool is the crisp autumn air?

Have you ever felt so good?

Fang Zhuo bathed in the sunshine and returned to school as lightly as if he were stepping on the air. The further away he was from the scene, the more relaxed he became.

However, while relaxing, I also habitually make experience summaries so that next time...next time I won't be on the passive side and get a win-win situation.

In the past few days, except for the tension at certain critical moments, his overall state has been relatively relaxed, fully demonstrating to everyone in 2000 the style of the working people in the future.

As for the expected cooperation between the two, Chen Shuhu solved the work problem, and Liu Bo could wait for the land value to increase. Both of them must be happy. This is a win-win situation.

As for himself, he actually didn’t deceive people very much. Liu Bo gave him money to set up a consulting company, and now his guidance is the best role that the consulting company can play!

The only flaw is that the consulting company is not registered.

Pheasant Consulting Company is also a consulting company. We don’t look at advertisements, but look at the results!

Fang Zhuo looked at the school gate in the distance and whistled.

If you weren't in a hurry for money, you wouldn't be able to open a consulting company after moving back and forth like this. You don't have to eat meat, but you can at least drink soup. But that's not possible now. Company registration will expose your true identity information, and it won't work without endorsement. will be accepted.

People rely on clothes, Buddha relies on gold.

The same words spoken by the leader's brother and the junior student have completely different effects. The former can get three purple clay pots, while the latter may only be able to exchange for three packs of Hongtashan.

However, for Liu Bo, he probably doesn't care whether the consulting company is a company or not, he just wants to send the money.

Fang Zhuo was getting closer and closer to the school, and his footsteps gradually changed from brisk to heavy.

He warned himself again that there would be no next time. This was not the correct way to obtain wealth in this era. It was just a matter of urgency.

"Hey, Lao Fang, where have you been recently? Playing ball."

As soon as I entered the school, I was greeted by classmates I knew.

Fang Zhuo held his satchel and declined calmly.

When I got back to the dormitory, there happened to be no one there.

He first locked the bag into his cabinet, then opened it and took out a pile of money, and then buried the bag underneath with his clothes, so that it felt appropriate.

Now we face a new problem.

How should this money be used?

It was impossible to deposit it directly into the bank. Although Liu Bo and Chen Shuhu watched their handshakes with their own eyes at noon, the secret would be exposed later if the guarantee was not complete. It is too risky to deposit large sums of money into real-name cards. Luzhou is not like the coastal area now. developed.

It's not even possible to take it directly to the hospital. This money can't face the family's doubts, and I can't explain the origin of the huge sum of money.

It must have a process that can be taken out and used openly, commonly known as - washing...

boom!

The dormitory door was kicked open!

Fang Zhuo sat stiffly on the bed, and the last word in his heart seemed to be hit by a bull's-eye and disappeared.

"Chuang, Lao Fang! You're back!"

Roommate Lin Cheng held the basin filled with clothes in both hands and shouted in surprise.

"Good guy, I'm just a good guy!" Fang Zhuo let out a long breath, "You kicked me right out of my heart!"

Lin Cheng put down the basin and scratched his head: "I just said that I remembered that I locked the door. Why did I come back and see that it was not locked?"

The next second, he wondered: "Why does your hair look like a dog has chewed it? It's so ugly."

Fang Zhuo shrugged slightly. He bought a pair of scissors from a small store on the way back and cut his hair as he walked. The scissors were thrown into the river, and the hairstyle was decided by chance.

In ancient times, Cao Cao cut off his hair to replace his head, but now Fang Zhuo gnaws his hair to change his shape.

With his current appearance, if he carefully avoids those two people in the future, will they still recognize him?

If I could recognize this, I would run to the Nanfei River and jump down right now!

"Yeah, you go to the hospital quickly! Your mother is coming to school to find you! Your cousin is already hospitalized!" Lin Cheng reminded him of business and kept urging.

Fang Zhuo took a breath, grabbed his coat and walked out: "Is it the First Affiliated Hospital? How did you tell my mother?"

"It's the First Affiliated Hospital, uh, I said you went on a trip." Lin Cheng replied slowly.

Fang Zhuo nodded, not bad, but a training is indispensable.

Lin Cheng said to Fang Zhuo's back as he walked to the door: "The counselor is still looking for you! You have missed too many classes these days!"

"Didn't I ask you to help keep an eye on it? What did you tell him?" Fang Zhuo planned to give a confession to his counterpart.

"I said you went on a trip." Lin Cheng felt more confident after repeating it for the second time.

Fang Zhuo stumbled and made a confession that was not within the prediction.

He turned around and said, "Is there any other news?"

"No, no, go quickly. Your mother said that your cousin's condition is not very good, and she will notify you immediately if she wants you to come back," Lin Cheng said.

Fang Zhuo's heart sank, and he hurried out of the dormitory and went straight to the school gate.

Luzhou Printing Technology School is located in the southern suburbs, far away from the city, and it is difficult to take a taxi. The only advantage of this area is the beautiful scenery, and occasionally you can see hopping hares.

Fang Zhuo had a hundred-dollar bill in his pocket and couldn't wait for a taxi for ten minutes.

Finally, I saw a somewhat familiar figure riding a bicycle and stopped in front of the school. He stepped forward and said, "Teacher Xiao Su, please lend me your bicycle." Then he covered his face, raised his legs, and pedaled away. go.

Before Su Wei could react to the students' friendly smiles, she saw her bicycle disappear together with a certain student.

Is this how you borrow a car? At least tell me which class you are in!

Su Wei, who had just started working at the school in September, hesitated and whispered into the air: "Okay, don't forget to return it to me."

The air was silent.

Su Wei walked into the school gate with her bag in hand.

"Hello, Teacher Su." A student he already knew greeted.

Su Wei quickly nodded gently with a smile on her face, maintaining the teacher's demeanor.

She walked a few steps and suddenly felt a little strange. Yes, the students all seemed to call her "Teacher Su". The "Teacher Xiao Su" she called just now was probably not a student, but some teacher I didn't remember?

Su Wei felt relieved and walked into the Academic Affairs Office.

"Xiao Su, come on, this is the list of students from the Department of Economics and Management. You are familiar with it. Teacher Wang will leave in a few days. If you don't understand anything, you can ask him." Xu Chun, director of the Academic Affairs Office, said with a smile. , “You can come to me if you have any problems at work.”

Su Wei nodded and took the list. There were only two classes in the Economics and Management Department, and she was confident in leading them.

"Director Xu, let me first find out about this year's situation."

Su Wei returned to the office, put down her bag, picked up her pen, and marked a few names on the list first.

There are three things a new official should do when he takes office.

…

In the evening, Fang Zhuo hurriedly arrived at the inpatient department of the First Affiliated Hospital of Anhui Medical University. Just like in his previous life, he saw his family outside the ward on the fifth floor.

"Fang Zhuo, where did you die?"

As soon as Fang Zhuo's mother, Zhao Shumei, saw her son, she gritted her teeth and twisted his arm.

"Mom, Mom." Fang Zhuo shouted twice. Seeing his mother clearly, he choked on the second half of the sentence, "Qi, how about Qi Qi?"

Zhao Shumei felt uncomfortable seeing her son like this, thinking that her eldest niece, whom she had seen since childhood, was lying on the hospital bed, and her eyes turned red again: "Leukemia, it's not good."

Fang Zhuo looked at the wrinkles on his mother's face, reached out and took out a pile of money from his coat pocket: "Mom, here are ten thousand, let's pay for Qi Qi's medical expenses first."

"Where did you get the money?!" Zhao Shumei's face changed.

"I went to Yiwu to earn money by running a street stall." Fang Zhuo explained in a low voice.

Zhao Shumei was anxious: "Where did it come from?"

"I earn it from protection fees!" Fang Zhuo's voice became louder.

"You really set up a street stall? Oh, you have grown up." Zhao Shumei sighed with some relief, "Let's go see your sister later."

"Um."