As long as a person has money, his worries will be reduced by more than 90%, his emotional intelligence and IQ will also increase, and he will not get angry randomly - Lu Xun: I really said this.

But where does the money come from?

Lu Xun didn't say this!

In another two years, Xia Feng, who was about to enter his forties, spent 20 years of youth sweat to pursue the answer.

After graduating from high school at the age of 18, I went to the small fishing village where I was drawn in circles.

Stumbling along the way, running in bumps, and growing in setbacks.

In the end, the worries were miraculously reduced by 90%, and the emotional intelligence and IQ were also experienced in this process.

On the eve of New Year's Day.

Xia Feng poured a cup of whiskey. When he looked up, Yu Guang glanced at the flying phoenix on the wall opposite, "Shen Ru will be defeated, there will be nothing wrong at all", and walked to the window with the cup.

The Seg Electronic Building is brightly lit under the night. Compared with the magnificent skyscrapers around, this building, which was built at the end of the last century, has become a bit more vigorous and steady after 20 years of wind and rain!

He lowered his head and took a sip of wine, and a spicy whirlpool rushed straight into his throat.

"Shh--" Xia Feng breathed out slowly, feeling comfortable.

The old saying goes: Small wealth depends on diligence, medium wealth depends on virtue, and great wealth depends on fate.

He is already very satisfied with the company's development to this point.

As long as he does not invest randomly, trade stocks, deposits in his bank card plus real estate, it is enough for him to enjoy the most popular life.

Further up, it is the capital field, a deep water area that ordinary businessmen cannot reach.

Next, he plans to have a serious girlfriend.

After two years of running-in, strive to get married before the age of 40.

While you can keep up with your physical strength, get a few more children out so that the old man and mother can make phone calls and chat every few days.

...

Standing in front of the window and enjoying the city scenery under the nightlight for a while, Xia Feng looked at the time. It was only 8:30, and the younger sister didn't get off the plane until 11:00.

Put down the cup and go to the lounge.

Last night, I was taken to the bar by two friends and played until two o'clock in the morning. I was called to the company for a meeting at around 6 o'clock in the morning. Now my eyelids are fighting, so I just go and take a look.

"Dingling--"

I don’t know how long it took, but a harsh ringing woke Xia Feng up from his deep sleep.

Xia Feng opened his eyes tiredly and looked at the mobile phone screen beside his pillow. The caller ID was "Little Sister".

At the same time, he also noticed that the time above the screen was displayed as 11:59.

He slept for three and a half hours.

It's only one minute before January 1, 2020.

Xia Feng was a little surprised. Didn’t he agree to celebrate the New Year together? Why did the little girl call now?

He reached out to get his phone, and at this moment he was frightened to find that his body was as unmoved as if he was trapped in a quagmire.

He struggled hard, moved forward inch by inch by inch by little, and finally touched the answer button on his phone.

The little girl's voice came from the phone.

"Brother, why didn't you reply when I sent you a message? The plane was ordered by mistake. I just got off the plane. Where are you at the exit..."

Xia Feng wanted to answer, but he couldn't.

He seemed to be on a huge black vortex, and his body was being pulled into the boundless black hole bit by bit.

He was frightened, but he was helpless.

Time completely solidified at this moment, and one minute became eternal.

The black hole underneath began to shrink inward.

Then……

There is nothing else.

...

...

"Brother Feng, wake up, wake up quickly, the old classmate is downstairs and will come up soon..."

The extremely tired Xia Feng was woken up from his sleep and was in a bad mood. He shook off the hand on his arm and cursed impatiently: "Labor and capital are the boss, who is he?"

"Brother Feng, I know you are not a good old classmate. Isn't you about to graduate? Let's give him some face and don't embarrass the old classmate."

The person who spoke was a handsome boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. He was thin and tender. His blue and white school uniform was loose and loose, leaving a funny 30 or seven-point chunks of hair. His too long hair covered his eyes. When he spoke, he pretended to be chic and tilted his mouth and blew it.

The handsome boy paused for a moment and said, "Besides, you kissed Su Xiaoman in public last week. If the old classmate hadn't helped you suppress it, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Although the old man sometimes has a bad mouth, he is actually quite good to you..."

Xia Feng looked at the person in front of him, and dreams and reality gradually merged together, widened his eyes and said in disbelief: "You...you...you are...Ma Xiaoguang?"

Ma Xiaoguang was his high school deskmate, his best friend and loyal dog.

Because of poor grades, I didn’t get into college. After graduating from high school, I went to work in the Magic City. In 2005, I returned to my hometown county town and went to a local middle school to work as a physical education teacher.

During the 2016 party, the bamboo pole figure that could once be blown down by a gust of wind turned into a fat man of 180 pounds, which was surprising.

Ma Xiaoguang, who was talking nonstop, was stunned when he heard Xia Feng's words, and then sighed in a pretentious manner, "Hey~ Brother Feng, I know you don't want to listen, but as a brother, I still want to advise you, Su Xiaoman is really not suitable for you!

People who want to take the key universities, and those who step into society with one foot are simply people from two worlds.

Besides, I’m working in the district government… the old class is here.”

Following Ma Xiaoguang's words, Xia Feng turned around and looked at the door of the classroom. A tall and thin man wearing a white shirt, black trousers and black-framed glasses came in. He was Cao Xuejun, the third-year high school teacher in his memory.

Cao Xuejun walked straight to the podium, used the textbook he held in his hand to "slap" twice, dusted the chalk dust on the podium, and then put it down heavily.

Several classmates sitting in the first row were immediately shrouded in smoke.

"Cough cough--" Cao Xuejun coughed, and then brewed his emotions and said directly: "The school just held a meeting, which was about this year's college entrance examination. I would like to emphasize a few more points before get out of class.

It’s not about learning. I’ve talked a lot about learning before, and I know that your ears are called out.

I mainly want to talk to you about life.

We all know that there is more than one road in life, so we don’t rush to see the truth.

However, no matter which road in the world, most people walk in front and endure hardships and eat dirt behind.

The college entrance examination is a relatively flat road in the journey of life.

Because there are countless feet ahead to help you level the thorns and bumps on this road, just keep your head rushing forward, and the harvest is waiting for you ahead.

Some people may say that learning depends on talent.

But students should know that fate is determined by heaven and fortune is in their hands!

I have never fought for the gains and my life is just a lazy person and a coward who are playing hooligans.

There will be less than 50 days..."

"Dingling--"

As the bell rang for get out of class, the quiet campus gradually boiled like boiling water.

The man in front of the podium said, "Okay, I'll talk so much today. Everyone should think about what I said after going back. How to choose the future path is up to you. After class!"

"Oh~~"

The classroom, which had already made a resonance, immediately became excited.

"Liu Xinfeng, return the game card to me~"

"Oh, don't pull other people's hair."

"Tao Qiangqiang, where did you rent your Huang Yi's Monk Biography? I asked several bookstores but couldn't find it..."

Looking at the classroom as noisy as a chicken farm, and the small blackboard next to the big blackboard, it said, "Only 49 days left before the 1999 college entrance examination."

The college entrance examination time was set from July 7 to 9 in 1978, and it continued until 2002. The college entrance examination time was fixed from July 7 to 9, which means that it is now May 18, 1999.

Xia Feng, who was sitting in the seat, shouted for a long time: "Damn, I'm reborn!"

Ma Xiaoguang, who was holding half of the table legs and stuffing it into his schoolbag, said strangely: "Brother Feng, what did you say?"

Xia Feng's expression seemed to cry but not laughed, and said, "I...I said I was reborn, do you believe it?"

The Bronze Age of "The Search for Qin" and online articles will not be released and set sail until 2001. Young people in 1999 have no idea about words familiar to future generations such as time travel and rebirth.

Ma Xiaoguang asked blankly: "What is rebirth?"
Chapter completed!