Reborn 1990: I made my cannon fodder father into the richest man

Duan Jiajia shook his head: "I really don't have any ideas. I just have a rough idea and want to write a detective story."

"Detective?" Chen Zhengnian frowned. This has nothing to do with "Martial Arts Dream".

"Don't worry, maybe I will write this book on our website. I remember that my contract with the magazine didn't say that I can't write it elsewhere." Duan Jiajia actually wanted to put the time-travel theme in the new book on the website.

"Okay." Chen Zhengnian wouldn't have many demands on Duan Jiajia in this regard.

Creation is inherently free, but he insisted on setting rules for Duan Jiajia, which might make it more troublesome in the end.

"I will arrange the company's affairs here, so you don't have to worry about these." Chen Zhengnian is more determined to start a business than Duan Jiajia. Now that the money is in place, Duan Jiajia has also written the preliminary framework. He will contribute the least. But it has been agreed a long time ago that the person who contributes the most will of course play his role.

Fuck Editor Yang.

Fuck your co-workers!

Screw bonuses.

He wants to be his own boss in the future. Even if he has to look at other people's faces, he should look at someone more powerful, not a small editor-in-chief.

With this idea in mind, Chen Zhengnian said a few more words to Duan Jiajia, and then returned to work as a social animal with full health.

Before the company has fully developed, Chen Zhengnian still needs a job to make ends meet.

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Duan Jiajia returned to the dormitory. Yu Zhou was sitting on the bed with his legs hanging out. Above his thighs was the small desk that Duan Jiajia had mentioned before. He lowered his head and wrote something on the table.

Neither Liu Changqing nor Zheng Murong had such a small table, and now the desk next to it is used by the two of them most of the time.

Although I didn't intentionally occupy other people's seats, the spacious table was indeed more convenient than a few people crowded together.

"What are you..." Duan Jiajia looked at the people who were busy writing in surprise and asked curiously: "What are you doing?"

"Changqing and Murong are activities of the student union, and I'm doing my homework!" Yu Zhou sighed: "When I was in high school, my teacher told me that college was easy, and I could do whatever I wanted. Why didn't you tell me that college also had homework! "

She was excited when she saw the university schedule.

Yu Zhou was admitted to Fudan, and his academic performance was certainly not bad. His high school class schedule was also full.

She felt happy when she saw that sometimes classes could start slowly at nine o'clock, and the class schedule would end at three o'clock in the afternoon.

As a result, the teacher gave me homework in the first class.

And it's not the kind of homework in high school where you specify which questions to write. You just give a small question, then go back and think about it, and pick people to answer it in the next class.

In order to get this one-tenth chance of answering the question, Yu Zhou had to do his homework.

Who knows if I might be so unlucky as to be drawn!

Duan Jiajia has a good relationship in the dormitory, probably because she relies on a big brother to "suppress" Miss Jiao Bai Xiaowei, and the relationship with Bai Xiaowei is also a delicate balance.

At least after the military training, Bai Xiaowei realized that the dormitory was just a dormitory, not her home, and no one was pampering her.

If you cannot isolate the world, you can only slowly integrate.

What's more, Bai Xiaowei probably also thought about smearing other people in the dormitory with familiar people.

But Bai Xiaowei ignored the power of several social cows in the dormitory.

Yu Zhou, Liu Changqing and Gu Xiang were all social cows. Before Bai Xiaowei showed her power, when there was a little sign, these three made the matter clear.

Anyway, if it wasn't Bai Xiaowei who was in charge, who else would be on her side?

"Come on!" Duan Jiajia encouraged Yu Zhou. She had finished her homework before writing the manuscript.

Duan Jiajia still clearly distinguishes his priorities after going to college.

The university you worked so hard to get into cannot be treated casually just because you want to start a business.

"Thank you!" Yu Zhou lamented. This was completely different from the college life he imagined.

However, he occasionally contacted his former classmates on the phone and heard about the "tragic situation" of a classmate who was studying medicine. Yu Zhou felt that he was doing well now.

Duan Jiajia put down her bag, took out a few books and put them on the bed, climbed to the upper bunk and set up a small table to study like Yu Zhou.

Liu Changqing, who was sitting below, couldn't help but ask: "Jiajia, aren't you joining the student union?"

Duan Jiajia didn't go to the military training when recruiting new recruits. She thought of how Duan Jiajia had helped her intentionally or unintentionally these few times, and advised: "Joining the student union will allow you to have contact with teachers. If you plan to stay in school or wait for assignments, this will also be an advantage. of."

She knows that she is very utilitarian, but after entering school, you cannot help but not be utilitarian.

Unless people like Bai Xiaowei have made it clear that they have their own plans after graduating from college, others cannot ignore these things in college.

Even if you don’t think about it during your freshman and sophomore years, you will still have to prepare for it in the next two years.

Duan Jiajia shook her head. She joined several clubs, but it was purely for the credits to look good.

As for the student union... Duan Jiajia is not interested.

Today's student unions are not that "bureaucratic", but they consume most of their time. This is a fact.

"I often have to leave school to do my own things, so it's inconvenient to join the student union." Duan Jiajia didn't hide the fact that she was going out on the weekends from the people in the dormitory.

Every time he either pulls Pang Meimei along or acts alone.

No one in the dormitory asked Duan Jiajia what he was going to do when he went out.

After all, Duan Jiajia didn't seem to have anything to say.

Liu Changqing thought for a while, and that was true.

He was still sitting down and spinning his pen and jokingly said: "We are all the stewards of the student union. Being a steward means to do something. Last week, Mu Rong and I helped run errands to get a lot of materials. The boys were even more tired and had to move classes. A table or something.”

Liu Changqing complained, but in his heart he still liked the atmosphere of the student union.

Especially since her department often has to deal with school teachers, she can know a lot of information in advance, which is also beneficial to her work as monitor.

Duan Jiajia doesn't understand, but respects it.

Besides, who knows that Liu Changqing will not be able to get good results due to his current efforts in a few years?

Zheng Murong nodded and said with a grimace: "Our department also asked us to solicit sponsorship, but I didn't know what to do. When I went to sort it out, I found out that those are companies in the Shanghai stock market, and some have good relations with the school. They can Go get some event sponsorships.”

Duan Jiajia listened to the two people complaining and could only offer encouragement.

"By the way. The school will hold a sports meeting next month. Jiajia, do you have any projects that you can apply for?" Liu Changqing thought of the news he heard today and asked Duan Jiajia first.

"Sports meeting?" Duan Jiajia held the pen and was about to say that she would sign up for the long jump or sprint when the dormitory door suddenly opened.

Gu Xiang rushed in excitedly, holding a newspaper in his hand: "Jiajia, is the person above here you?"