There is a rich second generation in the circle of friends

It was to give the mobile phone to Zhang Zhang, not to cheat Zhang Zhang of his money. Although 500 yuan is indeed a lot of money for Zhang Zhang, it is worthless compared with the value of this mobile phone. Mobile phone for yourself?Could it be that Jia Chong had... no, no, no, how could it be possible for him at that time! ?They had just met at that time, so they didn't even know each other.

"You discovered it so quickly," Jia Chong said, "I thought it would take some time for you to discover it."

"..." Zhang Zhang was a little depressed, "Why did you do that?"

"You want to hear my answer?"

Looking at Jia Chong who was getting closer, Zhang Zhang tensed up all over his body: "It's fine if you don't answer." As he said that he wanted to get up and leave, Zhang Zhang was sure that if he sat down like this, the blood vessels in his body would definitely die because of the too fast flow. burst.

Jia Chong pressed Zhang Zhang's shoulders and sat him down next to him again: "Since I don't want to hear it, I won't explain it. What do you want for breakfast?"

I said I didn't want to hear it, so you didn't answer?

Zhang Zhang actually wanted to hear Jia Chong's answer in his heart, but he was duplicity, but Jia Chong took it seriously, so the bitter fruit can only be tasted by himself.

Zhang Zhang said with a bitter face: "You can eat anything, but it's best to have some meat."

Jia Chong couldn't help laughing: "There is a halal mutton soup restaurant nearby, do you want to eat mutton soup pie?" Jia Chong naturally knew that Zhang Zhang was duplicity, but now he didn't want Zhang Zhang to know the reason for his behavior, so he just pretended I didn't understand Zhang Zhang's real thoughts.

Hearing Jia Chong mention the mutton soup pie, Zhang Zhang suddenly felt a little hungry, and nodded: "Eat."

The two got up and left Jia Chong's company. Since it was early and it was not time for work, they went all the way to the sheep soup restaurant, but they didn't meet many passers-by. So even if it was still like last night, Zhang Zhang was held by Jia Chong. Zhang Zhang didn't feel much embarrassment and embarrassment.

Jia Chong ordered five beef pies, a bowl of millet porridge, a small pot of mutton soup, and a cauliflower to accompany the meal.

Using chopsticks, he picked up a piece of beef pie for Zhang Zhang, and then Jia Chong pushed millet porridge to Zhang Zhang: "You have a bad stomach, the pie is too oily, you can't eat too much."

Zhang Zhang looked bitter, and stretched out a finger to Jia Chong: "Give me another piece of pie, just one piece!"

Jia Chong was firm.

Zhang Zhang glanced at the millet porridge in front of him: "If you are afraid that you won't be able to eat enough, I'll give you half of the porridge."

Jia Chong laughed: "Then you drink half of the porridge first, and I'll give you another piece of pie when you're done."

Did you agree?

After Zhang Zhang was surprised, he immediately lowered his head and began to drink the porridge. After finishing half of the porridge, he immediately pushed the porridge bowl to Jia Chong:

"Come, come, give me the pie."

"..." Jia Chong was quite speechless at Zhang Zhang's performance, but he still gave Zhang Zhang another piece of beef pie, "Eat slowly, chewing slowly helps digestion."

Zhang Zhang nodded, savoring the taste of the beef pie carefully, the meat was tender and juicy, delicious and delicious, it was delicious in the world.

Looking at Zhang Zhang's expression of enjoyment, Jia Chong was even more speechless.

Two people with colds ate a meal of mutton soup pie, and unconsciously broke out in a thin sweat. The slightly sore body affected by the virus felt much more relaxed.

After breakfast, Zhang Zhang did not go back to his company with Jia Chong: "You go back, I want to go around the street."

"Didn't you just go around last night, didn't you go around enough? Then I'll go around with you again?"

Zhang Zhang rejected Jia Chong, and hesitantly expressed the idea that suddenly came up last night: "I don't see any public school recruitment information recently. The training institution we passed by yesterday, I think it is recruiting after-school tutors. I Want to try it."

Jia Chong frowned invisibly: "Didn't you leave the work to me for help?"

"I still don't need it, and I don't think that's good. The work is my own business, and it's better for me to solve it myself."

"The jobs in public schools are relatively stable, and the pressure on such training institutions outside the school will be great." Jia Chong tried to persuade Zhang Zhang to wait for him to help arrange work.

Zhang Zhang smiled: "There is pressure to be motivated. I have learned that although the basic salary of supplementary classes is not much, but if you do it well, you can even get tens of thousands of monthly salary."

"The relative workload is also very heavy, I don't want you to work too hard."

"But... Although I don't like the job of education very much, it is a skill I have mastered after all. I want to use this skill to support myself and my parents." Instead of relying on you everywhere, that way It will make me feel inferior.

Seemingly feeling Zhang Zhang's persistence, Jia Chong sighed: "Then I will go with you."

Zhang Zhang hesitated for a moment, then bent the corner of his mouth: "Okay."

After-school remedial classes are usually held on Monday to Friday nights and all day Saturday and Sunday. When Zhang Zhang and Jia rushed to the training institution, the training institution had just opened, and there was a young teacher in charge of reception at the front desk.

Explaining to the teacher at the front desk, the little teacher took Zhang Zhang to meet the principal of the training institution. The principal looked at Zhang Zhang, and then at Jia Chong beside Zhang Zhang: "Are you all here to apply?" So much alike.

"Hi principal," Zhang Zhang stepped forward, "I'm here to apply, and he's me...he's my friend, and he's here to apply with me."

The principal understood: "Let me tell you, he knew right away that he was not engaged in education."

Zhang Zhang was puzzled: "Is this still visible?"

The principal chuckled, and asked Zhang Zhang, "How much was your annual tuition when you were in college?"

Zhang Zhang was even more puzzled: "It seems to be three thousand and five. The tuition for normal students is cheap, and those who study better can still get free."

The middle-aged female principal raised her eyebrows: "Yes, it's the word you said, cheap!"

Zhang Zhang: "..." Is this calling him poor in disguise?

Jia Chong shifted his gaze from Zhang Zhang to the female principal: "Principal, applying for your teacher should have nothing to do with college tuition, right?"

The female principal leaned on the chair behind her and smiled: "It's okay. To apply for a teacher here, you need to prepare a class. After passing the trial lecture, you can come to work."

"When is the trial lecture?" Zhang Zhang came back to his senses and asked the female principal.

The female principal made a gesture of invitation: "Whenever you are ready, you can give a trial lecture. You can decide the content of the trial lecture yourself, and let me know when you are ready."

"Can I try it now?"

"Not ready?" The headmistress was surprised.

"No, although I'm poor financially, I consider myself rich in professional skills."

The headmistress and Jia Chong looked at Zhang Zhang who was bursting with confidence at the same time, and the headmistress showed a little approval in her eyes:

"Okay, you go to the classroom with me, I hope you won't let me down."

When Zhang Zhang was in university, he studied chemistry as a normal teacher, so he chose a high school chemistry course to give a trial lecture.