I have something to say about the invisible population of schools

Even if Ji Songze has been missing, he himself cannot relax for a moment.

Yang Xiaofeng finished moving the goods on Saturday. Seeing that it was still early and there would be no customers, he went to the entrance of the alley and bought two pancakes. He took one and ate it while walking, while the other was in his hand, with the notebook under his arm .

"Uncle, can I borrow the copier?"

"Yo, you're in college, and you still need to copy your notes?"

"Well, elective courses are required."

He is quite familiar with the owner of the small printing shop at the door, and he has been printing here since junior high school. Later, some materials that need to be printed by the whole class, Yang Xiaofeng often comes here with class fees, dozens of copies.

Especially in the two years of junior high school and senior high school, he took care of his business a lot, so the boss was happy to see him, and he didn't charge him for printing some small documents.

Now that he is in college, he doesn't come here very much. On the one hand, he is in college, unlike high school, and there are so many materials and notes to read. Even if there are, the printing shop in the school is cheaper.

However, Yang Xiaofeng didn't want to take the notebook to school. Firstly, he was afraid of losing or damaging it. Secondly, there were many people in the school, and he might run into acquaintances.He felt that such unknown things should not be seen by others.

It's better to find a time when there are few people, and go to the printing shop to copy it by yourself, so that no one can see it.

"Uncle, you haven't eaten breakfast yet, I brought you one."

"Haha, thank you so much. Didn't you put coriander?"

"No coriander, two eggs, more spicy. Am I right?"

"Hahaha, good boy. Go make a copy by yourself. I just got some paper, and I have to put it back together."

The boss took a big bite of the pancake, patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and walked out.

After Yang Xiaofeng greeted with a smile, he walked to the innermost place and turned on the largest copier.Small print shops use second-hand machines, and this is the best second-hand machine in this shop.

While biting the pancake fruit, he thought that there was less sweet bean sauce in it, and he would add more next time.

Yang Xiaofeng flipped through the book, copied it page by page, listened to the clicking sound of the machine, and took a few bites of pancakes.

It didn't take long to copy, and soon his left hand was full of hot A4 paper that had just been printed.

He wanted to finish the little pancakes left, and then tidy up the papers before going to check out and leave.Unexpectedly, there was a sudden roar of a sports car outside the door, Yang Xiaofeng lost his grip, and the last bite of pancake fell on the copy paper.

"It's not bad." Yang Xiaofeng murmured vaguely to himself, hurriedly picked up the pancake and stuffed it into his mouth, pinching his sleeve with his right hand and hurriedly wiped the paper. Fortunately, it was just a little oily and did not affect reading.

Yang Xiaofeng tidied up the thick stack of papers.Put it in the notebook, go out and want to see what kind of sports car will come to this old community.

"Hey, a sports car. Xiao Yang, it's parked in front of your house."

Before he reached the door, he heard the boss calling him outside.

Yang Xiaofeng became more curious.

When he went out, he saw a red sports car parked in front of his house.

Yang Xiaofeng swallowed the pancake and couldn't help but let out a "wow".

After seeing clearly the people getting on and off the sports car, Yang Xiaofeng couldn't help but think to himself: Can an Internet company make so much money now?

Besides, the temperament of the red sports car is not suitable for a businessman in his thirties.

The person who came was He Bin, driving a sports car by himself.

After He Bin got off the car, he stood at the door of his small shop and looked around for a few times. Seeing that there was no one inside, he turned around and looked again.

This time, I happened to see Yang Xiaofeng who was standing at the intersection holding his notebook in a daze.

"Yo, it's Xiao Yang?"

Yang Xiaofeng nodded, kicking his shoes to meet him.

If you have money, you don't make a pig's head three.There is no reason not to do door-to-door business.

"Senior, come out and buy these yourself?"

Generally, rich people don't do these small things by themselves, and some rich people pay too much attention to it, so they can't do it.

"Well, we have an old employee here on the seventh day of tomorrow. I'll go and see him."

Yang Xiaofeng smiled stylized, hid the notebook under the counter, quickly arranged all the things needed for the first seven and piled them on the stage and asked: "Generally, all the things that are needed for the first seven are here, look Look, if something is wrong, I will take it again."

"Give me more paper money, we are old employees, programmers, we can't treat him badly."

Why don't you give people more real money while you're alive.

Yang Xiaofeng sneered inwardly, bent down and took out two bundles of paper money from the cardboard box, and smashed them on the counter with a "boom", and said haha ​​with a half-smile: "Haha, it's quite heavy, the seniors have to be careful later Take it."

"It's okay, you can add a few more pairs of candles, and get twelve more wreaths, and you want the best."

"For wreaths, we are a small shop here, so we can't deliver them."

"It's okay, I drove here."

You come to buy a wreath to drive some small sports car.

Yang Xiaofeng turned around with a look of "I don't understand you rich people".

"Where are the adults in your family? How can you let a student watch the store?"

Yang Xiaofeng laughed when he heard this.He Bin must have found a way to find him here.

Reminiscent of the last time we met, he circled around the boss just to talk to him.

Yang Xiaofeng didn't dare to take it lightly today, he thought for a while before answering: "I am also an adult now."

"Hahaha, indeed, I always feel that you are still children. Isn't it very hard to do this kind of business at home, and how do you earn?"

"It's okay, it's okay, let's have a meal."

"I remember you studied engineering?"

"Correct."

Yang Xiaofeng's is a small shop, and there are not many large items like wreaths, and they are all hidden in the corners.He bent down and looked for them on the ground, and finally wiped off his sweat and said, "I'm really sorry, there are only five better ones."

"Five then. I'll take them all."

"Okay, wait a minute. Senior, don't just stand, sit down quickly." Seeing He Bin walking around the room, looking around, Yang Xiaofeng quickly pushed a plastic stool for him, so that he could sit down peacefully .

"Xiao Yang, what do you want to do after graduation? Engineer?" He Bin looked at the plastic stool and only sat on half of it.

"Here, let's take the civil servant exam."

"Civil servants are difficult to pass, and the salary is not high. Why don't you consider changing?"

"Come on, my grandma really wants me to be a civil servant, she says it's stable."

"Young people should come out and make a breakthrough. I think you have good qualifications. Come to my side to help, and I will never treat you badly in the future."

Yang Xiaofeng chuckled, and slandered: You just exhausted an employee here, dare I go?I still want to live two more years.

"Think about it, you are not an ordinary person, you shouldn't live an ordinary life, should you?"

"Really?" Yang Xiaofeng replied softly, "What is an extraordinary life like?"

"Do what ordinary people can't do, and get what ordinary people can't get."

"How should I put it, it's a bit far from my dream."

"You are still young, after a few years you will find that dreams are not important, and they cannot be eaten as food, what is important is reality."

"What the senior said makes sense, I'll think about it again."

"Xiao Yang, a good bird chooses a tree to live in. You should have counted it last time, you have to think about it." He Bin seemed to be confident, as if he was laughing at him.

Yang Xiaofeng felt the coercion he was familiar with when he saw He Bin last time. He frowned and felt uncomfortable, a little out of breath.

Seeing this, He Bin was secretly surprised at his progress.The last time I saw Yang Xiaofeng, he was completely suppressed by him, but now I can still stand firmly.

It will become a great weapon.

There is no point in testing it any further, He Bin accepted the spiritual pressure.

Yang Xiaofeng let out a sigh of relief: "I am a poor student, what can I do for you?"

"Xiao Yang, don't belittle yourself. You will succeed in time. You see, I'm just from the countryside..."

"Wait." Seeing that He Bin was about to fall into the state of recalling the past, Yang Xiaofeng hurriedly interrupted, "I'm not very interested in the success you said."

He Bin couldn't help laughing, as if he heard something funny: "I haven't seen anyone who doesn't like money."

"There is a way for a gentleman to love money and get it."

"I didn't earn ill-gotten gains."

"I dare not touch money with human lives on it."

The two exchanged a few words back and forth, Yang Xiaofeng was already impatient, so he just said it in order to pass him off.

After finishing talking, Yang Xiaofeng regretted it. If he angered He Bin, he would not be able to please him.For a moment the air was extremely quiet.

"What life? Why can't I understand?" He Bin pushed his glasses with a strange expression.

"I mean, this programmer." Yang Xiaofeng glanced at the big and small bags in front of him, and quickly made up a reason.

"Oh, him. I was wrong. I should have given him a few more days when he asked for sick leave."

"That's it...these things are all in place, I'll count the money..."

"No hurry." He Bin took out a stack of hundred-yuan bills from his suit pocket and slapped them on the table. Yang Xiaofeng saw him, and secretly took it back with the hand that was going to get the calculator.

"Where did you hear about Ji Songze?"

Yang Xiaofeng thought it was too late to count the money and let him go.

"I told you, I heard about it in the drama club."

Yang Xiaofeng didn't answer the call, and pulled out the calculator again and pressed it.

The mechanical female voice in the calculator reported the numbers, and Yang Xiaofeng couldn't help thinking that this voice was a bit out of place.

"Cough cough." He Bin covered his mouth and coughed twice, as if he wanted to laugh.

"These add up to a total of..."

"No hurry." He Bin said he wanted to take out the money again, but he touched his pocket only to find that he had thrown all the money out just now.

He Bin patted his pocket in embarrassment, took out his mobile phone and sent a message while saying, "Forget it, it's just a dead person. Xiao Yang, you must seize the opportunity."

"That's all? What do you mean?"

"Why are you entangled in this? Is Ji Songze important? What's the point of a dead person? Keep your eyes on the future."

Before Yang Xiaofeng had an attack, He Bin turned around and went out.

Yang Xiaofeng stepped forward to stop him, but unexpectedly several bodyguards in black had already stopped him. When Yang Xiaofeng saw him, he thought he couldn't beat him, so he retreated again.

He Bin took out a somewhat thick envelope from the car and handed it to Yang Xiaofeng, saying, "You don't need to look for it."

Yang Xiaofeng visually estimated that it was seven or eight thousand, including the money he just slapped on the table, it was estimated to be tens of thousands.

No one would have trouble with money, so Yang Xiaofeng put the money in his pocket, thinking that it would be okay for He Bin to come a few more times.

"I still have something to do. Xiao Yang, you are a talented child, don't let me down."

After all, he drove away in a small sports car.

The black-clothed bodyguards removed the wreaths of paper money, followed by a van and left.

Yang Xiaofeng grabbed the thousands of dollars, and the more he thought about it, the more something went wrong. After looking at it for a while, he suddenly stood up and raised the money as if he was about to fall to the ground.

After thinking about it, even if I fell, I still have to pick them up one by one after a while, which is meaningless.

Yang Xiaofeng gave a "tsk", folded the money casually, roughly counted how much money was there, and after writing down the account, he opened the drawer and threw it in, then bent down and took out the notebook and the photocopy from under the counter.

He was in a hurry just now, and he couldn't bind it easily. Now he is too embarrassed to go back and use the stapler in the printing shop, so he can only mark the next page number in the lower right corner.

The more Yang Xiaofeng thought about it, the more he felt that He Bin's self-confidence just now was ridiculous. He greeted the eighteenth generation of his ancestors in his heart, but he also realized a fact: no matter how he felt that He Bin was not popular, he had to deal with a small person like himself. , He Bin can be said to be completely crushed.

He has money and connections, so he can easily find out where his home is, and his relatives and friends should also find out completely.

As long as He Bin thought about it, those bodyguards just now were enough to deal with him.

But looking back at himself, Yang Xiaofeng didn't know why Ji Songze became like this. There was only one formation that was not feasible, and even the spiritual power passed down to him by his ancestors was completely inferior to He Bin.

What can he resist?

Yang Xiaofeng couldn't help but clutch the notebook tightly, as if it was his life-saving straw.

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