The God of Trade in Two Worlds

Because from time to time during the class, there are suspicious people carrying the camera and wandering at the back door of the sixth class of the third year. The boys who used to be bohemian in the back row coughed twice in a very connotative way, and involuntarily touched a few hairs. By the way, the camera turned over At the same time, he slightly lowered the collar of his school uniform, showing a side face with a knowing smile, as if completely immersed in the sea of ​​learning...

Sitting in the corner, Li Cheng didn't notice that he was being chased by various angles at all. His spiritual thoughts were all placed on the book, and the characters were clearly entered into the brain one by one like carvings, and filed for the record.

Thinking about the effect of staying up all night and studying hard in the past 17 years, Li Cheng couldn't help but bleed in his heart. The previous self was suitable for direct throwing into the recycling bin for shattering transformation.

Sure enough, only those who really have a high IQ will understand...

It's so convenient!

Compared with before the practice, the two are completely the net distance of the school sports meeting and the marathon long-distance running!

With such an excited mood, he spent the three afternoon classes very fulfillingly. In the last class, he not only quickly finished the chemistry test papers for in-class testing, but even had enough energy to read all the textbooks and exercise books.

"Students, please be quiet." The head teacher walked up to the podium in a vigorous manner. This is an old man with a tall and straight figure, with slightly pale cheeks, and pressed down with very deep hands, "Today is Saturday, which means that you will One day of vacation, speaking of which, I have already seen the smiling faces of many of my classmates."

The homeroom teacher glanced at it, and sighed kindly, "Yes, the preparations for the past few days can be described as very hard. But everyone should understand that now is a critical period for sprinting for the college entrance examination, and maybe you will suffer a heavy blow if you just slack off. , so I really don't want to see some students playing in the game hall or Internet cafe during this holiday..."

With a few words, the two entertainment regions were instantly crossed, and some boys lost their faces and vented a few national curses in a low voice.

"If I find out, you don't want to know the consequences." The old man didn't care, and when he said this, he finally smiled chrysanthemum on his expressionless face, threatening in a concise way, "To be honest, I'm afraid that you won't I understand."

"……"student.

Never feel like a good weekend again.

"Li Cheng, come out with me. Everyone else, get out of school." The last words left by the head teacher in the class made all the students look at Li Cheng with sympathy. The old man's thoughts are not so easy to catch. .

Su Mei stood in the corridor, looked at the well-behaved boy who was following behind the middle-aged teacher, and raised the corners of her lips slightly.

The program of Wing On TV's Spark Talk is scheduled at [-]:[-] every Saturday night.

Villa No. [-], Building A, Mingxi Villa, downstairs lobby.Xu Hongyi, with his shirt rolled up to his elbows, crossed the coffee table sideways, and stuffed himself into the soft cushion of the sofa at will, his slightly messy hair was fluffed on both sides of his cheeks, showing a soft curve.

He pressed his forehead, and there was some shadow in his eyes.He had already guessed that after the old man's illness relapsed, people in the capital would definitely be unable to sit still.In the past two days, the company under Xu's name has been suppressed openly and secretly, and the two sources of goods have been cut off, which has caused him a lot of trouble.

But troublesome things like this are not a problem if they can be solved.

With a cold face, Xu Hongyi forcefully opened an orange, and the honey-colored juice soaked his lips, congealing a bit of luster.

However, it is obvious that the only audience in the room is not very interested in the beauty of this older young man. The young doctor who is playing with Guanling River mussels is idly pressing the remote control, but his eyes never leave his cup and bowl. After washing the clean beads, she clicked her tongue, "Good stuff."

"If it wasn't for the old man's illness, I would have to take it home and store it." Song Ji'an stroked the smooth bead wall with his thumb, very fond of it.

Xu Hongyi crossed his arms and reminded lightly: "Mine."

Dr. Song rolled his eyes, and mocked not to be outdone, "It is said that you have an extra 17-year-old son?"

"I don't need to know. Many people have been staring at you for the past two days since you came to Nanjiang Province. Of course, your old man has already known about this. Maybe he will ask you to bring the child and his mother back to see it later. Look." Song Ji'an is the grandson of Mr. Song, who is well-known in the Chinese medicine field, and he had a very good personal relationship with Xu Hongyi since he was a child, so he developed the habit of bursting into flames, often committing suicide in front of each other.Xu Hongyi: "..."

"I said, even if you change your age to go into business, your real age is only 27 years old, tsk tsk, you are only ten years old and you can pass on the family line and have a son from generation to generation. , didn't notice at a certain moment that Xu Shao's facial expression suddenly went into a trance.

Xu Hongyi's voice froze: "Stop."

The hand that pressed the button couldn't help but decide in response, Dr. Song was stunned for a moment, and asked in confusion, "Why stop?"

Seeing the man snatch the remote control with his hands, Dr. Song's brain froze immediately. The world is changing too fast and ordinary people can't keep up with the rhythm. Is this Xu Shao? less?

When did a successful person like the other party start watching soap operas at eight o'clock?

Doctor Song was so shocked that he yelled in his heart what the hell it was, and then he saw Young Master Xu flipping through three channels with a slight movement of his fingers, his stern eyes fixed firmly on the program screen of Yong'an TV.

The host Su Mei stood sideways in front of the classroom door, Xu Hongyi indifferently ignored the figure of the hostess, and quietly watched the profile of the boy in the classroom.

The shot was very blurry, and the scenery was blurred by the sunlight, and even the boy's eyebrows and eyes could not be seen clearly, but there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity... Xu Hongyi glanced at the title on the lower right, Young Wisdom Fights Robbers?

It's really him?The man smiled faintly in his heart, the young boy is not very pushy.

Dr. Song glanced at him, raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, "Master Xu recognizes him?"

"kindness."

Although Young Master Xu's face was colder, Dr. Song could still hear something else from the short cut voice of the other party... Don't be so gentle in your tone, have you seen your own son?

Song Ji'an never knew that he was getting a little closer to the truth.

The show is coming to an end. Although it is a regular talk show, but for some reason, the teenagers don't appear in a high rate. Only the clean handwriting on the table case penetrates people's hearts like a clear spring.

Very studious young man.

Xu Hongyi turned off the TV and stood up, dropped the shirt that was loosely held at the elbow to his wrist, unlocked the lock screen of the phone, and clicked on Li Cheng's number for text messages.

Over there, Song Ji'an squatted on the sofa and browsed the forums of the Starfire column in order to find information, and found that in just ten minutes, the girls on the forums began to slobber over the question of whether the cute boy who outwits the gangsters had plastic surgery, and the last name was The seemingly pedantic photographer successfully extinguished the directional remarks with professional knowledge.

Hailan Refraction: The discussion upstairs is really funny, you don't pay much attention to little heroes, right?What's more, it's just a good-looking side face. How can someone say plastic surgery without showing his face?Of course, based on my many years of experience, looking beautiful does not necessarily mean that people are good-looking, but it may also be due to the choice of shooting angles. I feel that the cameraman of the Starfire column is much better than me in this regard.

As a result, the limelight turned, and Fang Qi, the cameraman of the Spark column, unknowingly became popular on the forum.

At this time, Li Cheng, who didn't know that he had walked into the screen, was sitting on the wooden bench in front of the shoe repair booth with his schoolbag in his arms.

The old shoemaker looked at the brand new yellow duck jumper he handed over speechlessly, and couldn't believe his ears, "What did you say?"

Li Cheng thought that the other party didn't hear clearly, and repeated: "Make it old."

The shoemaker pinched the soft toy costume in his hand, and explained helplessly, dumbfounding: "...did the classmate see the sign next to me before he came? I repair shoes." He pointed to the two big characters "shoe repair" next to his feet.

"I know." Li Cheng nodded, gesticulating seriously: "You can polish the clothes casually, it's best to poke a few big holes on them and wipe the footprints of two shoes."

The old man looked at him in disbelief.

"Or sprinkle some lime soil..." This is Li Cheng's thinking. If Li's mother really finds out that there is an extra million in the family, she should have an explanation. In fact, there is no more suitable reason than winning a lottery.

Going to another world or something, the explanation is too fantastical, and it is hard to guarantee that my mother will not worry about herself.This is rather unfilial.

After much deliberation, I decided to disguise myself as a yellow duck. Too new is not good, at least it has to be a little old to prove that receiving the award is dangerous, and the staff can only guarantee the safety of the winner by not announcing the news.

"..." The shoemaker rattled and hammered the yellow duck. He couldn't help feeling mixed feelings, and shed tears of sadness. After repairing shoes for so many years, this was the first time he used shoe repairing skills to cause damage. His hands shook so badly!

Before arriving home in the evening, Li Cheng stuffed the duck bag into the gravel piled up in the house, and the mobile phone in the backpack began to vibrate restlessly.

Hearing the voice from the phone, Li Cheng was stunned for a moment, looked down at the screen of the phone, and then put it close to his ear again, "...is it Mr. Xu?"

"En." The voice over there was not too loud, but it was calm and clear, "I wanted to treat you to dinner next weekend, but I have to leave Nanjiang recently because of work, it seems that this date has to be brought forward..."

"Are you free tomorrow at noon?"

Li Cheng recalled her study progress. Excluding sleep time, tonight plus tomorrow morning would probably be enough to finish reading the exercise book that she brought home. Thinking about it this way, there was no conflict. Besides... it was supposed to be the banquet for Mr. Xu.

"Yes." Nodding.

"Okay, someone will pick you up tomorrow." The person over there smiled, as if guessing the boy's sluggish reaction.

Listening to the busy tone, Li Cheng hung up the phone, nodded her eyebrows and thought about it. If it was to entertain Mr. Xu, the stores around the school would definitely not work. As for other high-end places in the city... Li Cheng has never been to those places.

He rubbed the center of his eyebrows with his fingers, feeling a little distressed.

But having said that, for some reason, it seemed that every time he put his fingers between his eyebrows, his heart throbbed suddenly, which was a weird feeling.

Shen Daxia, who was in the Continent Realm, carried the half-lived corpse of the demon king for thousands of miles without changing his face, but at this moment, his face turned red. He gently stroked the mark on his forehead with his fingers, feeling the lingering love from his wife (heavy fog) and also drunk.

Although there were some unnatural factors when combining Taoist couples, does the dependence from the other party mean that the little guy is willing to accept himself... Shen Daxia was very happy.

Where has my daughter-in-law gone, I really want to give him a good hug.