It's great that I can be reborn

"I am still a 15-year-old boy, not too old."

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Watching the taxi go away, Jiang Lanqing patted his cheeks with both hands and complained in a low voice.

"Oops, I seem to be interested in it too."

Then he immediately shook his head in denial. "Not all of them. There are still many other factors. At present, I just like him a little bit."

Looking at the vacant seat, Zhang Fan found that the current self is more like the 15-year-old self with the memory of later generations.

He actually wanted to fall in love with Jiang Lanqing just now, and chased after her after graduating from high school.

After whispering "Li Wanran" again in his heart, Zhang Fan said to the taxi driver, "Master, I misremembered, it should be Binjiang International."

The driver glanced back at Zhang Fan, then turned around and drove east.

At the same time, he complained dissatisfied in his heart: "Binjiang International and Binjiang Garden are completely opposite directions, okay? Can this be wrong? It's really a lot of money."

For taxi drivers, short distances are more cost-effective than long distances, and it is still the peak time for travel.

Zhang Fan saw the dissatisfaction of the middle-aged driver, but he didn't take it to heart.

Instead, he sat where Jiang Lanqing sat just now, imitating her and looking up at the scenery outside the window.

The crescent moon in the sky is dim, and the lights on the street are just beginning to come on.

Chapter 013 You should buy a house early

When Zhang Fan returned home, it was completely dark.

Both Zhang Youwei and Lu Jing were sitting on the sofa, and a war movie from the 30s was playing on the TV.

An Japanese military officer in a yellow military overcoat spoke fluent Mandarin. Facing a villager with thick eyebrows and big eyes and wearing a white turban, he compared his thumbs and said, "You, good people!"

Looking at the heroic look in the villagers' eyes, Zhang Fan immediately understood that his true identity should be our people's soldier.

Although most of these movies are bad movies with shoddy props and illogical plots, many middle-aged people enjoy watching them with great interest, and Zhang Fan's parents are two of them.

After seeing the Dongpu officer being deceived by the people's soldiers, Lu Jing raised her head and asked Zhang Fan, "Why did you come back so late today?"

Zhang Fan pointed to his cropped cut and replied, "I cut my hair."

Lu Jing looked at her son's short hair and looked much more energetic than yesterday, so she began to educate Zhang Fan again. "You used to have long hair that covered your eyes. You don't look like a student. It's pretty much the same now."

Zhang Fan nodded obediently, and said with a smile, "I think so too, so I just went to the barber shop to get it cut."

If it was Zhang Fan in the past, after hearing Lu Jing's endless nagging, he would deal with it impatiently. "knew."

Then he hurried back to his room and locked the door behind his back.

But now, Zhang Fan listened to his mother's thoughts, and felt a sense of happiness in his heart.

"I miss you!"

The memory of happiness can only be possessed by those who live a new life.

In reality, most of them let out a helpless sigh with a sore nose.

"I think the mother is nagging."

In the previous life, Zhang Fan was very obsessed with rebirth novels for a while, maybe he hoped that he would have the opportunity to make up for the regrets he had.

Fortunately, he now has the opportunity to personally correct the mistakes he made in the past.

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Seeing Zhang Fan's obedient appearance, Lu Jing felt doubts in her heart. "Is this still my son in the rebellious period?"

Originally, I wanted to torture Zhang Fan in detail. "It doesn't take you so long to cut your hair, does it? Did you go online again?"

However, it becomes in the mouth. "What do you want to eat tonight? Mom will make it for you."

Zhang Fan tilted his head and thought for a while. “Braised pork ribs and sweet and sour fish.”

This is his mother Lu Jing's specialty.

"If there's no fish, I'll just braise pork ribs." Lu Jing stood up from the sofa and pushed her husband Zhang Youwei again. "Don't be dazed, hurry up and chop the bones."

"Okay, okay." Zhang Youwei hurriedly agreed, and extinguished half of the cigarette in his mouth.

"Family and everything prosper, even if you can't get a house, it's okay. Besides, it's not that my family doesn't have a place to live, so it's right to let young people."

While comforting himself in his heart, Zhang Youwei opened the refrigerator and took out the frozen ribs.

He took a Dahua cigarette to visit Director Liu today, but was scolded by the other party in a serious tone.

"Old Zhang! You are also a veteran cadre, why do you also specialize in these crooked ways?"

Zhang Youwei blushed, and walked out of the director's office in a despondent manner.

At the same time, he cursed in his heart: "Why are you pretending to be a wolf with a big tail?"

While regretting in my mind. "Sigh, I should have given more if I knew it earlier, this bitch's appetite is getting bigger and bigger."

After seeing the undelivered Dahua cigarettes in his hand, he couldn't help but smile again. "Now I can finally have a good smoke."

The cigarettes that Zhang Youwei smoked were all purchased by Lu Jing one by one, so of course he could not expect to find any good ones.

The daily life of raking ears is such a hardship.

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On the other side, Zhang Fan took a look at the suit, leather shoes and sunglasses in his schoolbag.

He'd thought of throwing them in the trash can downstairs with the toy pistols.

Later, when I realized that I had spent several hundred yuan, I was a little reluctant, so I brought it back.

It has to be said that Zhang Fan is rich now, but his consumption concept is still based on saving as much as possible, and he hasn't adapted to it for a while.

After putting these things in the back of the closet, Zhang Fan sat at the desk and took out the homework assigned by the teachers today.

After a brief glance, he put them back into the schoolbag again.

"What should I do? I don't want to do these homework at all, it's too easy." Zhang Fan lay on the bed, looked at the white ceiling and sighed.

These are all questions that he knows how to answer at a glance, and doing them again is really boring and tedious, which makes people completely unmotivated.

It's like a middle school student doing addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

This is how Zhang Fan feels now.

After rolling and rolling on the bed a few more times, Zhang Fan sat up straight like a carp. "By the way, I haven't thought about how to make money yet?"

Then he went off immediately. "What money can I make at my age?"

Doing business is definitely not doing business.

As a minor myself, even if I can dress up very maturely, I will reveal my truth 100% as soon as I sign the contract.

"Young man, go back to school and study hard, don't lie to others."

Also, even if Zhang Fan could pay for it, others would not dare to accept it.

If others dare to accept it, Zhang Fan also has to worry about whether the other party will cheat him.

"This is clearly illegal!"

Zhang Fan also knew that housing prices would soar in the future, but he didn't have any desire to invest in real estate.

"With this money, wouldn't it be good to buy the stocks of those big companies that I remember?"

The net income of any one far exceeds the appreciation of the property.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan got up and took a notebook, and recorded the names of those big companies in the future generations in his memory.

He decided to learn from Buffett, not looking at short-term gains, but preparing for long-term holdings.

"Apple (20XX), Google (20XX), Facebook (20XX), Amazon (20XX)..."

These are some high market capitalization companies that will appear abroad in the next few decades. Zhang Fan also specially wrote a number behind each company name.

Because some of them closed down, and what he recorded was the year when their market value was the highest in his impression.

"Penguin (20XX), Ali (20XX), Maojiu (20XX) and so on."

This is domestic, and Zhang Fan also marked the year, and some of them have closed down.

Now Zhang Fan regained his energy and began to write vigorously.

No matter how hard he racked his brains until the end, he couldn't think of a more famous company name.

Only then did he put down the gel pen and rubbed his wrist.

Zhang Fan hadn't written so many words for a long time, and his hands were a little sore.

Looking at the wealth codes he wrote down in his notebook, Zhang Fan counted them, 72 in total.

It's not that Zhang Fan has a bad memory, but that the vast majority of people in the world only have memories of the above companies.

People cannot live without them.

After carefully hiding the notebook, Zhang Fan came to the open glass window in front of the window.

The sound of the car's horn came from far and near to his ears, and the construction site not far away was brightly lit.

Zhang Fan felt that he might be able to win the title of a stock god in the future, and when others asked him why he was able to invest so successfully, he pretended to smile mysteriously and said, "I can predict the future."

These remarks may also be used by good netizens as ghosts.

Thinking about it this way, he felt that he had the desire to pretend again.

The wind blowing on his face began to have the heat of summer, Zhang Fan looked down, and there was a constant flow of people on the street.

He suddenly cupped his mouth with his hands and shouted: "If you have money, please buy a house earlier! The housing price will skyrocket."

Zhang Fan thought of his parents and his former self. They were all tortured by housing prices.

"How about I set up a real estate company that doesn't make money?" Zhang Fan muttered to himself.

After seeing someone looking up at him, he shouted again: "It's true."

It's just that others only regard Zhang Fan as crazy, because the housing prices in Guangming City occasionally drop this year, and the developers are begging people to buy houses everywhere.

Zhang Fan shifted his gaze to the construction site again, and shook his head again. "Forget it, this matter is too difficult, even more difficult than starting a business."

Zhang Fan worked hard in his previous life, but now he just wants to live lazily.

So even if he knows which industries can make money, he doesn't want to participate in them himself, he just wants to buy their stocks.

"You work hard to eat meat, I can just drink soup easily."

With the automatic money adding system, but still working hard to make money, isn't it superfluous?

At this time, Lu Jing opened the door and walked in, looked at Zhang Fan and asked, "What were you crying about?"

Zhang Fan replied with a smile: "Help others."

Lu Jing whitened Zhang Fan, and said angrily, "It's a good thing if others don't scold you, disturbing the neighbors."

After speaking, he educated again. "Don't do this in the future."

"Understood." Zhang Fan walked behind Lu Jing, pushed her shoulders and walked towards the restaurant.

He could smell the aroma of braised pork ribs, and his stomach began to protest.

No matter how you eat the food at home, you will never get bored.

Chapter 014 I Treat You

The sun shone hot on the ground for several consecutive days, and the roar of the plane came from far and near. Zhang Fan sat on the plastic turf on the school playground and looked up.

A white plane was flying over him, drawing a long and narrow white scratch on the clear blue sky, which happened to divide the clear blue disc above his head in two from the middle.

Now he is having physical education class.

Wearing a school uniform, Bai Xue used her fingers to straighten the sweaty hair on her forehead, walked up to Zhang Fan and sat down, imitating Zhang Fan's way of staring at the plane.

After the plane disappeared from her sight, she turned her head to Zhang Fan and asked, "Why didn't you skip class and go to the Internet cafe today?"