The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 670

The seven students kept quiet, listening to Zhou Yang's words about their own affairs.

Of course, Zhou Yang couldn't reveal his hole card.

He can only choose what he can tell the children.

As for why he has such a powerful force, Zhou Yang all pushed to Guan Ye.

The children recalled the military green helicopter that Zhou Yang was riding at that time and nodded one after another.

In other words, Teacher Zhou must have a background.

Unexpectedly, the background is so big.

"So, everything about me is the result of cooperating with them. I believe you all got the password, right?" Zhou Yang laughed.

The seven students saw with their own eyes that it was impossible for Guan Ye's companion to leave them behind.

The seven children nodded together.

"I probably know what you are thinking. It's nothing more than thinking that I am a transcendent person, a supernatural person, and even more exaggeration, I may be a cultivator... but I'm sorry, neither." Zhou Yang shrugged, "I'm just a Good luck enough to cooperate with the tester on side X."

"It turned out to be like this..." The faces of the seven children couldn't hide the disappointment.

At the age when they liked fantasy most, I saw extraordinary people who made them feel excited, and they were also their favorite teachers.

As long as you are a normal person, you will have the idea of ​​apprenticeship.

But the "truth" was revealed bloody.

The children's dreams were shattered.

Seeing the seven people desperate, Zhou Yang couldn't bear it.

The existence of the system cannot be said to be killed.

But these seven children... Forget it, just make an exception.

Zhou Yang opened the desk and pretended to take something from it, but actually picked out a bottle of mental enhancer from the medicine pool in the magic box.

He stuffed the medicine into Yun Siyu's hand and said in a low voice: "This bottle of medicine needs to be diluted before you can use it. It can help you concentrate and improve your learning efficiency. Remember, it must be diluted 100 times and drink it directly. , Your brain will burn."

"I see, thank you teacher!" Yun Siyu and the others exchanged glances, then turned and walked out of the office.

Zhou Yang leaned on the back and covered his forehead. It was too difficult for me.

At this time, Zhou Yang's phone rang.

It was from Meng Yao.

The opponent expressed his meaning like a renju gun, and asked him to watch the baseball.

Meng Yao and Yuan Lanqing, two expensive sisters, jointly purchased part of the shares of Donghai White Gloves, a local baseball club in the East China Sea.

As a shareholder, naturally there are votes in hand.

Meng Yao and Yuan Lanqing hadn't seen Zhou Yang for a long time, so they made an appointment with Zhou Yang to have a meal, meet each other, watch a football game by the way, and get in touch with each other.

Zhou Yang asked the time, and he readily agreed.

It happened to be Sunday afternoon, the students were on vacation, Zhou Yang was free.

Here Meng Yao just hung up, and the company phone came back.

The agent informed Zhou Yang that the new variety show "Rising Star Games" that had already been negotiated was about to start recording, hoping that Zhou Yang could make time.

Zhou Yang thought for a while and agreed.

Don't be too efficient in class every night in your dreams, even if you teach yourself to students during the day.

And Jin Linzhi also allowed it.

This is the privilege of "Superman".

After the second call was hung up, the third call came in immediately.

Zhou Yangyi looked at the electric display, it was Chu Siwen.

"Zhou Yang, have you achieved any results in the last few days?" Chu Siwen went straight to the subject.

Zhou Yang was a little embarrassed.

He almost forgot Chu Siwen's mission.

The culprit who killed Pan Mingming has not been found.

It's another case beyond reality.

Chu Siwen went on to say that she found some information about the deceased Pan Mingming, which sent Zhou Yang an email.

Finally, Chu Siwen told Zhou Yang that she had decided not to pay for Pan Mingming’s mother’s commission.

Because their work progress is too slow.

However, in her own mind, she decided to continue the investigation, and wanted to ask Zhou Yang if she was interested in continuing with it.

Zhou Yang fully agreed.

Only he can do this kind of dimensional folding. If he doesn't participate, Chu Siwen is destined to have no results.

...

On Sunday afternoon, Zhou Yang arrived at the competition venue on time at three o'clock.

Two women, Meng Yao and Yuan Lanqing, were waiting at the door long ago.

Seeing Zhou Yang's figure, the two greeted them happily.

"Zhou Yang, if you don't meet, you don't know to call me." Meng Yao smiled and punched Zhou Yang.

The foundation under her name and Zhou Yang's foundation have many cooperations, and they are relatively familiar.

Yuan Lanqing was more reserved.

"Mr. Zhou, it's been a long time since I saw you, have you been very busy recently?" Yuan Lanqing showed a standard smile.

"Fortunately, just be busy." Zhou Yang smiled brightly, "It's not as good as you, now you are all shareholders of the team."

Zhou Yang knows more or less about the sports world.

The shareholders of the team, no matter how big or small, pay a lot of money.

"Hey, both of our sisters are about to vomit blood, and only bought 2% of the shares. It would be considered flattering for the majority shareholder to look at us." Meng Yao smiled.

Zhou Yang smiled and said: "Don't say that, investment in culture and sports will definitely appreciate, and today's investment will get rich returns tomorrow."

Yuan Lanqing was almost laughing into a flower when Zhou Yang said it.

Meng Yao touched Zhou Yang's forehead: "No matter what you do, you can steal it if you do it..."

Zhou Yang rolled his eyes helplessly: "Then you want me to say that your investment must be..."

"Close your crow's mouth!" Meng Yao interrupted Zhou Yang with a smile.

"Miss Meng, Miss Yuan, what a coincidence!" A male voice broke the harmonious atmosphere of the three people's conversation.

Yuan Lanqing turned her head to look, immediately changed to a stylized smiling face, and took the initiative to walk over and stretch out her hand: "Mr. Zheng, lucky to meet."

"He is Zheng Haipeng, the largest shareholder of the East China Sea White Gloves, holding 61%." Meng Yao explained in a low voice, "If it weren't for him, when Lan Qing and I received the stock, it would be cheaper. …Old stuff, got into the eye of money."

Zhou Yang smiled and said: "You can't say that. If you change who is the major shareholder, you will try to cause the consequences of a premium, otherwise, wouldn't you smash your brand?"

"Zhou Yang, whose side are you on earth?" Meng Yao pretended to be displeased.

"Yes, you think I didn't say anything." Zhou Yang raised his hand and surrendered.

"Miss Meng, who is this?" Zheng Haipeng walked to Meng Yao, took a look at Zhou Yang, showing a thoughtful look.

"My friend, Zhou Yang!" Meng Yao introduced.

"Zhou Yang?" Zheng Haipeng was silent for another second. "Have we met somewhere?"

"It shouldn't!" Zhou Yang smiled.

"What job does Mr. Zhou do?"

"I am a high school teacher."

"Oh..." Zheng Haipeng nodded, "It's possible that I made a mistake, Xiao Liu, have you left the boxes for the VIPs?"

"Dong Zheng, I have left..." A secretary-like person behind Zheng Haipeng immediately bent over to answer.

After this interrupted opportunity, Zheng Haipeng put away his smile, turned and left.

"See? The dog looks at things that are low!" Meng Yao curled his lips towards Zheng Haipeng's back.

Zhou Yang chuckled, "I am not a celebrity in the first place, so why do people look at me highly?"

Suddenly, the trouser pocket vibrated.

Zhou Yang took out his cell phone, and it was Guo Tianhua who called.

"Old Guo, what's the matter?"

"Sir, are you coming to see baseball too?"

"Huh? Where are you?" Zhou Yang looked around.

"We are in the VIP room, above, would you like to come together?" Guo Tianhua smiled, "Gu, they are all here!"

"No, let's play, I have to accompany my friends here." Zhou Yang raised his head and glanced, just to meet Guo Tianhua's gaze.

The latter knew that Zhou Yang didn't like high-profile, but just nodded gently, and then disappeared from the window.

Going further inside, Zhou Yang heard someone calling him again.

Looking back, Zhou Yang smiled: "Xiaoqi?"

It turned out to be Chen Yueqi.