Restart the Flying Age

　　 Two more days have passed since the military training, but it still didn't rain.

　　 Everyone is holding on, hoping to arrive early on Saturday.

　　 Sunscreen is a rare thing these days, so girls’ delicate skin is exposed to strong sunlight without reservation.

　　 After a few days, the black circle is common. What's more, a layer of tender skin has really faded.

　　 The snack bar outside the east gate was successfully taken down, so Wu Binghua came again and found Wu Tao who was tanning.

　　 The father and son were sitting in a messy snack bar. Wu Binghua clicked a cigarette dullly, and then opened the chattering box.

"Three shops, investment of more than 200,000 yuan, such a big business, is it suitable for you to hand it over to the black egg?" Wu Binghua's face is really anxious, "she is still young after all, in case she finds another man in the future , What should I do if I swallow your business?"

　　 Wu Tao smiled, "Dad, Aunt Hua is not that kind of person. Besides, if you ask Mom to help take care of the black eggs, I don't think Aunt Hua will give birth to two hearts."

　　 Wu Binghua heard that his son had added an accent to the word ‘care’, and suddenly realized that, then he was shocked.

　　‘When did the son control the human heart so terribly? ’

　　 Looking back at his son's harmless smile, he felt that it was an illusion.

　　 is just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child after all.

　　 "Then how many shares did you give her this time?"

　　 "Five points."

　　 Wu Binghua's heart is slightly wider, which is 10% less than half of the farmhouse.

Wu Tao patiently explained: "With nearly 300,000 investment, Hua Aunty invested 10,000, which alone accounts for more than three points, and the other less than two points of shares are considered as equity incentives for her. There is no salary, only dividends. This condition Not much superior in itself."

　　 "Where did you invest 300,000 yuan? I don't have that much money at home."

"Dad, do you think I spent more than a month in Jinling during the summer vacation, patronizing and playing?" Wu Tao said concisely, "Jinling has more business than here, so I don't want to leave it all to Gu Fei? People don’t need it. Naturally, what the ancestors said can’t be wrong. But as the saying goes, don’t put your eggs in one basket. No, I’m divided into a second basket.”

　　 The amount of information is a bit big!

Wu Binghua nervously began to smoke cigarettes again. After smoking one cigarette, he said: "I will sum up and gather people when I go back today. These three stores of you are considered the first project. Anyway, you have to take this step first. first step."

　　 "That's right, Dad! Don't worry, it will not be a problem to raise you for two or three years based on my projects alone. However, your construction team must get used to going north and south and not afraid of hardship. In time, it will definitely be on the right track."

　　 Wu Binghua listened to his heart, but he was not convinced, "Speaking of hardship, I still use you to teach?!"

　　 Saturday, the last day of military training, it was rainy.

　　 This is something that everyone has never expected.

　　 The expected rain finally came, and the breath that had been stretched to the last moment suddenly vented ahead of time.

　　 In the middle of the rain, watching the instructor platoon leader leading a group of instructors, kicking in front of him in a firm pace and neatly in a queue, the handsome demeanor made everyone feel a little bit reluctant.

　　 is really the most sincere juvenile feelings! Without him, take your heart.

　　 After the brief closing ceremony of the military training, they brought them back to the first grade, but they became bored again.

　　 Li Cheng led a few people to start the distribution of new books and the notice of various matters, while more people looked out the window, waiting to go home from school in the afternoon.

　　 Zhao Li is holding that special issue of the Golden Retriever series of popular photography, painting something mysteriously and mysteriously.

　　 Wu Tao wanted to stretch his head to look, but she was completely blocked by her.

　　 In fact, she doesn't need to block it much, as long as she presses her chest, Wu Tao can't see anything.

　　 Yang Zili in front of him, took the tablemate Sun Xiaoyu again, and talked vividly about how fun and exciting Super Mario is.

　　 Seeing how excited this guy is, Wu Tao suddenly felt that this guy seemed a little talented in computers.

　　 However, Sun Xiaoyu barely supported her right cheek. He almost fell asleep, but he nodded mechanically.

　　 The rest of the day passed in a flash.

　　 In a blink of an eye, Monday, a brand new semester began.

　　 Many people are immersed in the freshness of high school life, and are full of expectations for the dazzling array of courses on the class schedule.

　　 Quality education has been clearly mentioned in the provincial education agency newspaper, and Beijiang Middle School, as a provincial key high school, naturally has to take the lead and cross the river by feeling the stones.

　　 So in the class schedule, in addition to language, materialization, and political history, there are also basic art, music, and computer basics.

　　 There are more courses, and learning will be fun. Many people naively think.

　　 Wu Tao knows that under the premise that the college entrance examination is still a baton, the essence of exam-oriented education will never change.

　　 As for more courses, it will only increase the burden of study and the difficulty of exam-oriented education. Others are of no benefit.

　　 But encountering music and art classes, at least it makes people feel happy and extremely relaxed.

　　 In the third class in the afternoon, Qiu Xiaotian walked into the classroom with a serious face. Looking at Wu Tao by the window with a meaningful smile, his seriousness suddenly couldn't hold back.

　　 Throwing the book on the desk, Qiu Xiaotian took off his sunglasses, clapped his hands and said, "We will not go to class today~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Let's get to know each other."

　　 "First of all, introduce yourself. I am Qiu Xiaotian, you can call me Teacher Qiu, you can call me Brother Xiaotian, whatever you want, don't make me unhappy."

　　 "I graduated from the Central Academy of Fine Arts and participated in many exhibitions at the National Art Gallery..."

　　 Wu Tao sullen his face and smiled, looking out the window very hard, not looking at the teacher Qiu who is playing a monkey.

　　 But Qiu Xiaotian didn't talk much. After a few minutes, he assigned a devastating assignment.

　　 "...In order for me to get to know each of you better, now everyone uses the tools at hand to make a painting! Use your imagination and ingenuity to paint whatever you can."

　　 The hall immediately exploded.

　　 This is not the age when I was in various art classes since I was young. Many people took art classes for the first time since they were young. Of course, the graffiti in the kindergarten can't be counted.

　　 Qiu Xiaotian walked around the classroom with his hands behind his back.

　　Wu Tao, who was still laughing at him just now, suddenly got a bitter face, turned the pen, looked at the blank paper, and couldn't help being in a daze.

　　 Where do you start?

　　 Otherwise, just draw an apple? Or draw an egg?

　　While Wu Tao was worrying here, there was already a rustling voice next to him.

　　 Watching Zhao Li tilting her head to draw one stroke at a time, and painting methodically, Wu Tao was curious.

　　 It's a pity that her slender black hair hangs down, blocking the magical masterpiece on the white paper tightly, without revealing a trace.

　　 Seeing Wu Tao's somewhat helpless annoyance, Qiu Xiaotian was extremely happy.

　　 walked to the side casually, wanting to watch Wu Tao not speaking, so he was also embarrassed. He didn't want his eyes to accidentally fall on the table of the girl he was at the same table, and both of them stared in surprise.