Who doesn’t want to make money after being reborn?

"Taotaota, taotaota, we've already graduated, and he still thinks he's the monitor of the class. He babbles non-stop!"

"That's it, start quickly and finish quickly. I have to set up a stall in the afternoon."

"I regret!"

"If I had known he was such a mother-in-law, I should have listened to Liu Ying and sold more Confucius statues at noon when there was a lot of traffic."

"time is money!"

"Stop talking. Every second that passes here, I can feel my life passing by."

“I didn’t know before that this feeling of counting money is so enjoyable, I’m a little addicted!”

"..."

Deyuelou.

In the largest box on the second floor, Sun Zhe, the former class president, sat at a table alone, chatting with classmates at the other two tables, recalling every detail of the three years of high school.

And look to the future.

I hope that the students will not forget their original aspirations, keep their mission in mind, work hard, strive to improve themselves, and become people who are beneficial to society and the country in the future.

Ran and egg.

The classmates who came to the party were not as convinced by the content of his speech as the school teachers were.

He said his.

The girls were united at another table chatting about setting up a stall.

The boys gathered around Ren Chengwen and puffed away, surprised that the usually quiet guy could afford to buy more than 40 yuan of high-end cigarettes at this party.

Real people don’t show their appearance!

"Cough cough!"

The most popular person, Wang Rongrong, was not around to serve him. Sun Zhe was a little uncomfortable with the embarrassing situation of being ignored.

It didn't seem right to be sitting at a table all alone.

He had to put down his pretense as monitor, coughed twice and stopped preaching, and squeezed into the group of boys to listen to what they had to say:

"I'm really not bragging to you. If I follow Brother Hui, I don't even want to go to college."

"It's burnt again this time."

"I don't need to check my scores to know that Lan Xiang is just about the best. I have no hope of getting into college."

"Uh... Lanxiang doesn't need to take the exam. If the current momentum continues, I can earn the tuition to attend Lanxiang during the summer vacation without my parents having to pay for it."

"..."

Ren Chengwen sighed as if no one else was watching, and spoke highly of Luo Hui.

One mouthful of Brother Hui.

He was afraid that others would not know that he had a close relationship with Luo Hui.

"Ahem, I also asked why there is an extra statue of Confucius at home. So it turns out it was all caused by you and Luo Hui?"

"My family too!"

"You profiteer! How dare you sell a hand-sized pottery statue for fifty?"

"No wonder you smoke Qisu cigarettes."

"With such a good thing, why don't you take me with you?"

"I'm done with my studies. I'll go wholesale some Confucius statues later and compete with you for business."

"..."

Good guy!

It turns out that this kid Luo Hui not only cheated me out of money, but also cheated almost all my classmates?

After listening for a while, Sun Zhe quietly left the boys' table angrily.

Then he turned to the girls’ table.

"Hey, isn't this the monitor? If you don't sit at your table, why are you in our girls' group?"

"Please sit back, we common people just accept money, but we are not as considerate as Wang Rongrong."

"Yes, where is Wang Rongrong?"

"Then you have to ask the squad leader what he did to this girl."

"..."

The girls' table was in trouble again.

Sun Zhe had a guilty conscience and did not dare to start a conversation about "Where is Wang Rongrong?"

He could only laugh twice and make an excuse to turn around and go out.

"call!"

Standing at the door, he let out a long breath: He really graduated!

Damn it.

It was only after graduation that I discovered that my popularity was really bad.

A party was called to discuss raising funds to give gifts to the teacher. As a result... there were only twenty-one students in the class out of fifty-one.

And he has to count himself!

Those who don't come don't come, and those who do come don't take it seriously.

No one paid any attention to his words.

So...fucking depressing.

The limelight was stolen by a figure who had never appeared before.

Regardless of boys or girls, the focus of discussion was Luo Hui.

It was as if Luo Hui became their god overnight.

What happened to this world?

Do you only recognize money?

What's so great about Luo Hui?

Isn't it just selling some Confucius to make some pocket money?

Can I earn enough to pay for college?

joke!

Idiots who have not entered society know how dangerous the world is.

"Hey, Sister Yuhan, are you coming to the Moon Tower for dinner too?"

While he was silently venting his frustration, his eyes suddenly lit up.

A graceful figure appeared in the corridor.

"You, are you from Director Sun's family?"

Meng Yuhan was wearing a formal suit and carrying a handheld camera. She followed the voice in surprise and found that the young man in front of her was very familiar.

It seems that I went to his home for an interview.

"Yes, yes, it's me. When you interviewed my dad, I even said hello to you."

"I remembered. Thank you for the Coke. I almost died of thirst that day. I was too embarrassed to say it."

"Are you here for an interview?"

"No, I just finished the interview and I want to eat the chicken feet here, so I'll fix it."

"It just so happened that our classmates were having a gathering, and the seats were not full. You didn't eat either, so why not join us?"

"No, it's your classmates' reunion."

"It doesn't matter. We just graduated. We hang out casually and then break up. It's probably difficult to see each other again."

"Graduation? Are you a senior in high school?"

"Yup!"

"That school?"

"Experimental Middle School, Class 4."

"Wow, you can't find anything after wearing iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get here. I will share this meal with you today."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to do an interview with senior high school graduates recently, and I happened to do it while I was working on a meal."

"You are such a workaholic!"

"There is nothing to do."

Small sample!

What’s so great about setting up a stall?

Today I want to show you what the fourth power is!

What are the real social elites!

Sun Zhe felt happy and welcomed Meng Yuhan into the box with a smile.

After settling down, he loudly interrupted the chatter of boys and girls: "Quiet, quiet, students, now we have an opportunity to promote our school."

"Reporter Meng from the city TV station is going to interview high school graduates. Please cooperate with me."

"Yes, we graduated."

"But my love for my alma mater will never change."

"I hope everyone will speak enthusiastically and cooperate with reporter Meng to successfully complete the interview."

reporter?

Female reporter!

Or is it from the city TV station?

Meng Yuhan's identity was very easy to use, and she completely shocked the man and woman who were chatting endlessly just now.

"Relax, relax!"

When Meng Yuhan saw the men and women in front of her suddenly becoming serious, she hurriedly smiled and pressed her hands down: "Everyone, sit down, let's chat like friends."

"The interview is not a show, it's not that serious."

"I want to ask a question first."

"Which of you knows Luo Hui?"

"Or, who knows where Luo Hui's home is and where he can be found?"

It's pretty fucked up.

The interview script she worked so hard on was not broadcast.

unknown reason.

The candidate outside the examination room who handed in a blank paper seemed to have become her nightmare.

It was running through her mind anytime and anywhere, reminding her of Luo Hui's eyes that seemed to penetrate everything.