The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993 Chapter 715

Chapter 715, I am very happy (please subscribe!)

When Yang Yingman's family was talking about Su Jin and Qin Yueming, the two were worried about the TV.

After watching the evening news broadcast, I saw Qin Yueming worried: "This piece of Xuan is getting better and better, what should Xiao Eleven do?"

Su Jin stared at the TV without speaking.

The two have had a lot of trouble over this matter. The couple, who used to have little blushing before, had to quarrel every now and then in the past two years.

However, although bickering, it did not affect the relationship between the two of them.

It's just that Qin Yueming kept complaining that when he was a child, Su Jin was too fond of Little Eleven, too used to Little Eleven, used to being used to now, and used to having an uncontrollable daughter.

After the daily quarrel, Qin Yueming couldn't help but ask: "My daughter has been smart since she was a child, but this time she is so stupid. In the end, is it possible for you to grab Zhang Xuan?"

Su Jin frowned and didn't like the word "robbing" very much, but the fact was that Xiao Shiming wanted to rob a man, and in the end he was very embarrassed as a father.

Qin Yueming is worried: "Little Eleven is graduating soon, and now the old friends who come to the house to talk about matchmaking and propose marriage are coming and going, and the threshold is about to be trampled.

But after graduation, if the daughter does not have a boyfriend, this method will not work.

In case someone knows that she is wholeheartedly trying to grab a man, where would I put my face? "

Hearing the "robbing" again, Su Jin said solemnly, "You're not married, so why would you grab it?"

Qin Yueming said tightly: "If Zhang Xuanhe and Du Shuangling get married, your daughter still won't give up? How will you end up then?"

Hearing the words, Su Jin was troubled by a cigarette. Now he regrets it. If he knew it would be like this, he shouldn't have played chess with Zhang Xuan in the first place, and he didn't bring his daughter to visit Ruan Dezhi's house.

Now it's his daughter who is lingering on others, and there is no reason why Su Jin wants to do it.

Shanghai Stock Exchange.

After reading the newspaper, Wen Yu asked Zhou Rong in a low voice, "Sister-in-law, Huihui really wants to go back to Shanghai to study for graduate school?"

Zhou Rong was having dinner and replied: "Well, Dad has contacted the principal of Fudan University two days ago, and he will come after graduation."

Hearing this news, Wen Yu couldn't let go for a long time, and finally put down the newspaper and sighed twice.

Zhou Rong glanced at the little sister-in-law and continued to eat.

After New Year's Day, the weather is getting colder and colder, and it feels like this is the coldest winter in the past ten years.

Everyone is busy doing two things right now.

First, this semester is almost over. The teachers of each subject focused on the key points every day. Zhang Xuan didn't miss a single class, and he was confused day after day.

Secondly, I was busy writing my graduation thesis, running around the library every day, busy looking for materials and literature, and there was not a moment of free time.

Seeing one by one who are so busy that they have to live, who are more tired than dogs, the old man cheerfully expressed his satisfaction.

Although he also has to write a thesis, but there are piles of materials prepared by the director. For an old fritter like him, a thesis is just sprinkled with water, and it is very fast.

The paper that others take months to write, he can do in 5 days.

After I finished writing, I put the pen on the table, and breathed on the blue pen. I couldn't help but wonder in my heart: what would happen to the director of my supervisor if those idiots studying ancient scientific examinations drew a turtle on their graduation thesis? think?

It is estimated that after the scolding, the director will personally take care of the knife and write a graduation thesis for him?

Director may even find an excuse to comfort himself: this is the management school, Zhang Xuan is a writer, management major and writing style are irrelevant, and it is understandable to draw a turtle. This is called innovation, and writers cannot lack innovation.

After checking , Zhang Xuan held an umbrella, closed the door and went downstairs leisurely with his graduation thesis.

When passing by the first floor, I still habitually put my head out to probe the old Deng's house.

found Old Deng shivering beside the coal stove.

Zhang Xuan asked: "Why don't you open the empty space?"

Old Deng pointed to the little boy who was playing with toys with his **** up on the ground: "As soon as the air conditioner is turned on, this brat will have a cold and runny nose. It's so noisy at night, I can't afford it."

Zhang Xuan laughed, walked in and shouted to Rooney in the kitchen, "Instructor, what's for lunch?"

The guide said: "Boiled sweet potatoes, I brought them from home, do you want one?"

Zhang Xuan hurriedly waved his hand: "Forget it, I'm afraid of sweet potatoes, I'm tired of eating and vomiting."

Old Deng couldn't see it: "I think you are hypocritical. You don't eat such a good thing as sweet potatoes. My son can eat half a catty in one meal."

After finishing speaking, the old Deng man leaned back on the coal stove again, and said to the guide who brought sweet potatoes:

"Rooney, if I freeze to death, remember to put a coal stove in my coffin."

The 2.5-year-old kid on the ground tilted his head and shouted, "Barbie, are you going to die? I'm so happy"

Old Deng who was peeling sweet potatoes turned green, his big eyes slanted straight at the unfilial son.

Zhang Xuan clapped his legs and laughed.

Rooney also laughed and scolded Lao Deng: "I told you to spank him often. Look, he doesn't kiss you at all."

After watching a play of a father's kindness and filial piety, the old man left happily.

I wanted to wait a bit longer, but the sweet potato flavor really made me cry.

The weather was cold, and there were more than twice as many people on the road than usual. They hurried to the Guanyuan and pushed open the director's office door tremblingly.

After a look, I found a group of people in Wuyang Wuyang. There is also an acquaintance among them, Wu Yao.

Ignoring the eyes of everyone looking at him, Zhang Xuan sat down on the chair opposite the director, put the umbrella aside, and said to the director with a familiar expression:

"Teacher, go ahead, it's cold outside and there's no place to sit, I'll take a break here."

Director knew that he would go to the Three Treasures Hall without incident, so he got up and poured him a cup of tea and continued the meeting.

Zhang Xuan's casualness and the director's cup of tea made everyone numb, thinking that this is the gap in identity.

After drinking tea, he listened at random, and found that Wu Yao had become the vice-chairman of the School of Management. This is another potential strong woman.

feels like a simpler version of Eleven.

couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Feeling that he was looking at himself, Wu Yao's heart tightened for no reason, and his body quietly straightened a little.

bored watching for a while, and when he noticed that the girl's face was a little flushed, the old man withdrew his gaze.

Hey, I sighed in my heart, my skin is thin and I don't see it, how can I catch up with myself without a routine?

If you put on Xiao Eleven, if you look at her like this, she will not only look back, but also tease herself when she is guaranteed.

Long story short, the director ended the meeting in just over 20 minutes.

When Wu Yao was about to leave, he peeked at Zhang Xuan, and when he saw that he didn't look at him anymore, his heart was suddenly empty.

The door was closed, and after the people left, the director joked, "Your face has turned red."

The fact that Wu Yao likes Zhang Xuan is not a secret in the management academy at all, not only the students but also the teachers.

Even behind the scenes, the teacher's ridicule is more unrestrained than the students.

Zhang Xuan smiled and did not answer, and handed over his graduation thesis.

"Are you finished?" The director was a little surprised.

"Teacher, you have taken care of me so much. If I can't write it, I'll fail you."

Director took the graduation thesis, read it carefully, and finally praised: "Yes, the professional knowledge is better than I imagined."

Zhang Xuan knew it when he heard this.

Director closed the paper and put it aside to say, "I heard that Wenhui will return to the Shanghai stock market after graduation, did you know?"

Zhang Xuan sat up straight, "Teacher, where did you hear that?"

Director didn't hide it from him: "The principal told me. And how did the principal know, I didn't ask."

Then the director said, "The school hopes that Wenhui will stay in CUHK for postgraduate studies, and I plan to have a good talk with her tomorrow. You have such a good relationship, and you can also help me persuade me.

I'm still wondering, why didn't Wen Hui change her mind all of a sudden? "

Yes, Wen Hui is an outstanding talent in the eyes of CUHK leaders, and staying at CUHK for one day will bring CUHK a great reputation.

Think about it now, a great writer, a pianist, and the fame of CUHK is soaring across the country.

From the leaders of Beijing University, to the majority of senior high school students and parents, they have heard about it. This is very beneficial to the school's upward policy and downward enrollment.

Principal Gao, in particular, is now at the ministry meeting, and he can hold his head upright in the face of the top two university principals in front of him. That is full of pride and confidence.

Facing the director who kept opening the back door for him, Zhang Xuan didn't refuse, he opened his mouth and said, "Okay, I'll go back and communicate with her."

After chatting for more than ten minutes, Zhang Xuan also quickly got up and said goodbye when he saw a teacher came in.

As soon as he went out, the director's words just fell on his ears.

communicate?

No such thing.

Zhang Ailing pointed out the direction, "The passage to the depths of a woman's soul is the Y path", but she has been slapped by Wen Hui in both her lifetimes, so how can she communicate?

On the way back, I ran into Li Zheng and just separated from a girl.

Looking at the girl walking by, Zhang Xuan asked Li Zheng: "Old Li, your business is really busy, have you changed again?"

Li Zheng winked and handed a cigarette: "No change, they are all friends."

Zhang Xuan took the cigarette and did not smoke, reminding: "Your body has become a lot thinner in the past two years, take it easy."

I didn't expect Li Zheng to say something serious: "Brother Xuan, it's not that I don't want to take it easy, but women are like sea water. The more you drink, the more thirsty you get."

This **** is quite philosophical.

Zhang Xuan gave a thumbs up.

Zhang Xuan asked: "How many?"

Li Zheng stretched out two hands and shook it: "I don't know, I haven't counted."

Zhang Xuan: "."

Seeing that he was speechless, Li Zheng said, "It is said that women are the passports of men in this world. Brother Xuan, you are a great writer of the generation. If you come to comment, everyone will take the initiative to send them to the door. I am too embarrassed to use the broom to drive people away. no?

They all say that it is great to have friends from afar. I think I should have been brainwashed by this Analects since I was a child. "

Zhang Xuan rolled his eyes: "Aren't you afraid that the descendants of Old Man Kong will kill you?"

Li Zheng smiled: "Don't be afraid. Brother Xuan, you don't know. Although I am from Jinan, my hometown is in Qufu."

Zhang Xuan laughed and scolded: "This is a nap, let go of your scourge."

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