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

There is no retaliation.

But the intentional threats are real.

After the group was beaten up by Li Changhuai, the news was also known to Duan Shunan, who had just returned from the city.

After Liu Guoqing heard what his friend said, he slapped the table, picked up the beer bottle on the table, and yelled: "Who? What's your name? How dare you touch my niece!"

Duan Shunan sat on the table and his head was as heavy as water. He raised his hand to let Liu Guoqing sit down first, and then asked his friend next to him: "Are you free? Take us to see the situation now. I will pick up my daughter from school later."

My friend's surname was Zhao, who was only a few years older than Sui Dongfeng. He used to follow Duan Shunan and Liu Guoqing. He originally wanted to spend some money to join the transportation team, but Duan Shunan persuaded him to come down.

Duan Shunan and Liu Guoqing discussed the taxi business and planned to bring this person together.

My friend ranked fifth in the family, so he was named Zhao Wu at home.

Zhao Wu also heard the news in the afternoon. In the morning, he only knew that there was a pervert on the bus who was arrested by two students and taken to the Public Security Bureau. He didn't know anything else.

"Yes. If Brother Nan speaks, everything must be postponed." Zhao Wu was actually quite unhappy.

The behavior of a pervert is already despicable, but it is even more outrageous that this person went out of his way to do such a thing in a car full of students.

Who doesn’t have children?No younger siblings?

If you don't care today, what will you do if your children are bullied tomorrow?

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After the second period of evening self-study, Duan Jiajia slowly sorted out a large pile of test papers, and looked at Pang Meimei beside him, and the two sighed heavily.

"The one-inch-high test paper makes me vomit after writing it!" Even though the teacher said they would collect it after the sports meeting, Pang Meimei still felt that she was hopeless.

We have a holiday right after the monthly exams, and there is a sports meeting after the National Day. It’s no wonder that teachers from all subjects are handing out test papers all at once.

"It's more than just writing." Duan Jiajia tied the string of the brown paper bag, stuffed it into his backpack, and stood up as if he had lost all energy.

The two walked towards the door.

As soon as I stepped out of the classroom door, I felt instantly full of energy.

Pang Meimei pulled Duan Jiajia and asked: "Jiajia, where are you going to go on National Day? How about we go out to play? I feel that it will definitely be worse in the second and third years of high school. I still take advantage of the fact that I can play every second of the first year."

Duan Jiajia burst into tears when she mentioned the National Day holiday.

Play?

She still has a manuscript to write!

In the old days when there were computers, for Duan Jiajia, [-] words only took two or three hours as long as his thoughts were clear.

But now, not only is her time fragmented, she also has to consider the problem of sore hands when writing.

As for the National Day holiday…

Duan Jiajia wanted to cry even more.

In her previous life, all she knew about was "Seven Days of National Day" since she was sensible. Earlier, Labor Day was also a seven-day holiday, but later it was changed to five days and three days.

As for the time off, Duan Jiajia has learned about it after working.

But in 1990, there was only one day off for National Day.

One day, she couldn't even finish writing these papers.

"No more fun." Duan Jiajia patted her backpack: "Do you think Lao Cao and the others gave you so many test papers just for fun?"

Pang Meimei fell silent and wailed again when she went downstairs.

Except for key classes, the same applies to other classes.

Li Changhuai followed Duan Jiajia, wearing a hood and no one noticed the injuries on his face.

"You don't know how to write?" Li Changhuai was tired of hearing the two people's complaints and couldn't help but speak.

"Choose to write?" Duan Jiajia turned around and asked in confusion.

As a result, he turned around and saw the injury on Li Changhuai's face: "What are you..."

"It's okay!" Li Changhuai glanced at her and said, "Old Cao and the others will definitely not accept these test papers."

Duan Jiajia: "How do you know? What if?"

"Lao Cao and the others have teaching tasks, and the next monthly exam will also divide the key points. If they don't teach it, it's their teaching mistake. There are so many test papers, they will only come down and take a look during the lecture, you pick Write about the types of questions you don't know, and master the content a little bit. Even if Lao Cao asks, she won't talk about you if you tell her." Li Changhuai often read Cao Xueping's lesson plans at home.

A thick stack with the teaching progress clearly written on it.

Teachers are also human beings, not made of iron or steel, nor do they have three heads and six arms.

These test papers were said to be collected for inspection later, also to scare students.

After all, it was hard to get into the mood when school started in September, and then there was the National Day holiday and the sports meeting. If they were not given tight attention, the teacher was also worried that the students would not be able to adapt if the progress was accelerated later.

"So it can still be like this!" Pang Meimei exclaimed.

In fact, Duan Jiajia had similar thoughts.

After all, she attended high school once.Whether you are a teacher in the 90s or a teacher more than ten years later, the routines are the same.

When she was in high school, her teacher often used this trick.

At the beginning, Duan Jiajia worked diligently on writing the test papers.

After her sophomore year of high school, she had already mastered her own rhythm of answering questions, and the method was similar to what Li Changhuai said.

"Oops!" Duan Jiajia raised her hand and patted her forehead. She really... cried to death.

How could I have forgotten this!

But Duan Jiajia had to think carefully about writing the manuscript.

It's not like she hasn't thought about computers.

However, the Nanjiao Forest Farm has no Internet connection at all, and only a handful of people can open accounts or make phone calls independently.

As for Internet cafes...not to mention China, the first Internet cafe in the world appeared in 1994.

In China, it was 1996, and the location was Beijing.

It was only in the past few years that computers entered the home.

The price of computers is even more prohibitive.

With the price of computers in this period, if you buy a house like the Duan family, you can buy several sets!

That's right.

Not one set, but several sets!

Nowadays, the configuration price range of a mainstream computer is about [-] to [-].

If the Duan family's house is sold, it will not exceed one thousand.Most of the buildings in the forest farm are in the range of one thousand to three thousand.

Computers are being updated so quickly that in ten years the price of a computer will have been halved, and one can be purchased for around [-] yuan.

Therefore, Duan Jiajia always feels that it is not cost-effective to buy a computer during this period.

Not to mention that she didn't get that much royalties, even if she did, she had to work so hard to earn the money for a computer, and it would still be a computer that would be replaced and eliminated in a few years.

Duan Jiajia felt it was not worth it.

Li Changhuai, who was walking behind, felt strange, hadn't all the problems been solved?

Why did she sigh again?

The three of them followed the flow of people after school to the school gate. Pang Meimei was always picked up by family members and soon separated from them.

Standing on the platform in front of the school, Duan Jiajia was taking her monthly pass from her schoolbag when a van suddenly stopped in front of her.

Li Changhuai frowned and took a step forward, blocking Duan Jiajia.

The car door opened, revealing Duan Shunan's face.

It's just that something doesn't look right about Duan Shunan's expression.

"Dad!" Duan Jiajia looked at Duan Shunan who appeared in surprise: "Why are you here?"

Duan Shunan withdrew his gaze from Li Changhuai, and smiled gently as soon as he saw his daughter: "Your Uncle Guoqing and the others were eating nearby, and I thought you were about to finish school, so I happened to come over to pick you up."

Then he asked Li Changhuai with a smile: "Is this your classmate? Where do you live? Why don't you come with us?"

Of course Duan Jiajia would not refuse.

Why would she squeeze into a bus when she could have a car?

I can get home early.

"Li Changhuai, don't you also live in the forest farm? Are you going back together?" Duan Jiajia also looked at Li Changhuai.

Li Changhuai shook his head: "My family is not on the same road as yours, so you should go back early."

Seeing his refusal, Duan Jiajia didn't try to hold him back.

After all, there were other people in the car, and the car did not belong to the Duan family. Duan Jiajia said goodbye to him and got into the minivan.

Fu Bao, who was standing in the crowd and waiting in line for the bus, bit her lower lip. Of course she knew that so many things had happened and it was impossible for Duan Jiajia to come to her.

But Fu Bao was dissatisfied again.

Li Changhuai, Duan Jiajia and Uncle Duan, who have only known each other for a month, will ask, why don't they just ignore her?

They have been neighbors who have lived in the same courtyard for more than ten years!

"Classmate Li." Fubao thought for a while, then hooked his hands on his schoolbag and carried it to Li Changhuai.

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Duan Jiajia greeted Liu Guoqing and Zhao Wu after getting in the car, and called uncle "hello" obediently.

"Hey! My eldest niece is so pretty, has good grades, and is so polite. Brother Nan, you are so lucky!" Zhao Wu didn't see Duan Jiajia many times. In his mind, Duan Jiajia was still a kid with braids, and she actually blinked in the blink of an eye. It's so big.

Duan Shunan leaned back in his chair, curling his lips proudly, and said: "Jiajia also had a hard time studying. She got into the key class of No. [-] Middle School through her own efforts. As a father, it's okay if I don't hold back." .”

When I spoke, I emphasized the pronunciation of the three words "key class", as if I was afraid that others wouldn't hear me.