While Wen Liang was considering donating money, Zhou Mingxuan was staring at the number "38,217" in his bank account, thinking about how to use the last few days of vacation to turn this number into 40,000.

He thoughtfully calculated that based on the average savings of 40,000 per semester, he still needs to persist in five semesters to save up to 230,000.

In five semesters, it can be done just before graduation from senior year.

"Come two Roujiamo!"

A man stopped in front of the store "Brother Zhou Roujiamo" and stretched out his two fingers and shook them in front of Zhou Mingxuan's eyes.

"Okay!"

Zhou Mingxuan responded and picked up Baiji buns, skillfully putting the meat into the buns with bacon juice.

The old man looked at Zhou Mingxuan and asked, "You are Xiao Zhou's son, right?"

"Yes, I'm Xiao Xiao Zhou."

Zhou Mingxuan answered casually.

The old man smiled and said, "This is a holiday. Come back to help take care of the business?"

"Yes. Take two pieces of Roujiamo."

The old man paid the money with one hand and received the goods with the other. Before leaving, he praised him: "Now, there are not many children as filial and sensible as you!"

"Thank you, uncle, please walk slowly!"

After seeing off the old man, Zhou Mingxuan sat down to settle the score.

"Today I sold 683 Roujiamo, which is calculated based on 700. I can get 50 cents each, which is 350 yuan..."

Zhou Mingxuan’s family sells roujiamo, and it is a very famous husband-and-wife store in Chang'an. It is a time-honored brand and is fully handmade. The net profit of each piece of roujiamo is about 3 yuan. The summer is the peak tourist season. It can sell 700 to 800 pieces a day. It is less common, and it can sell 400 to 500 pieces a day.

Zhou’s father and mother have been in this industry for almost fifteen or sixteen years. Although they are just inconspicuous snacks, they have made a lot of money by relying on these pieces of steamed buns over the years. Not to mention being rich, they are at least a well-off family.

Zhou Mingxuan came back this time and did nothing else, so he just helped his family look at the store.

My father promised him that he would give him 50 cents for every time he sold a Roujiamo.

After a month, Zhou Mingxuan made more than 10,000 yuan, which was much better than when he was in school, he was exhausted and gave him some tutoring lessons.

He knew how much money he could earn, but his parents never said that he could earn, nor did he ask.

When he learned the truth, he couldn't help but feel a little excited. When he got home at night, he encouraged his father: "Dad, after so many years, have you not planned to open a branch?"

Zhou's father shook his head into a rattle: "I have done the ball and I still open a branch. Our store is doing well, and it depends on the reputation accumulated by your mother and I over the past ten years. Opening a branch, not saying much, if you ruin your reputation again... it won't be possible!"

"We can open a chain store. You and my mother personally train it. I will help you run it sooner or later, open it all over the country, break out of Asia, and sell it to the United States!"

"Hey, our bun sells, why are you still drawing cakes? When you sleep and think about these things, it's better to read a little longer and study hard. Go to CCTV and go to TV in the future, that's what you're going to have!

Zhou Mingxuan really wanted to tell his father that he studied news, not broadcasting, and even if he went to CCTV, he would only do behind-the-scenes work and could not be on TV.

But he didn't explain.

His parents have a low level of education. They always feel that studying is the only way out. They always feel that going to CCTV is more honorable than selling Roujiamo. Even if selling Roujiamo can earn 300,000 or 400,000 yuan a year, it is hard to say whether ordinary employees of CCTV have 100,000 yuan a year.

Zhou Mingxuan has studied, and has always had good grades and is very smart.

In his opinion, these days, except for civil servants, there is no such thing as high or low status in other professions. Being rich is the king.

He just wants to make money, the more money he makes, the better he has. With money, he will naturally have everything.

Li Yan doesn't want money.

The conditions at his family are similar to those of Zhou Mingxuan and Poplar. They are not rich enough and have more than a well-off life. Of course, the three of them together are far inferior to the Wenliang family.

From this point of view alone, he is very suitable for studying philosophy. After all, this major is famous for unemployment after graduation. It is not a question of whether he wants to make money or not, but he can't make money at all.

However, Li Yan was transferred to the philosophy major.

One of the important reasons why he studied so hard in his freshman year was that he wanted to change majors.

Facts have proved that students in the philosophy department think so, and some people succeeded very early, such as Lin Yufei.

The rest can only incline madly.

Li Yan was unable to beat those sluts after all. In the next three years, he was destined to stay in the 321 dormitory and continue to be the Li Da Ge in the mouth of Hu Yang.

Although it was a bit regretful, it was not the case that he cared about at this moment.

It was a bit naughty to say it, he was thinking of Su Youjia.

Li Yan is tall and big, but he has a little love-mindedness. In the words of Hupo, he means: "There is a little girl living in this Northeastern man. Is this a cute contrast?"

I don’t know if it’s cute or not, there must be a contrast.

But Li Yan himself did not admit it.

He argued: "We all in Northeast China are like this. Once we fall in love with a girl, we will be devoted. This is the man!"

Of course, not all people in Northeast China are like this. Su Youjia has a strong say in this issue.

Su Youjia was silent.

At 10:10 am on July 21, on the flight from Jiangnan to Harbin, she and Li Yan were sitting next to each other, and no one spoke, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

The two bought two locations adjacent to the same flight.

Su Youjia thought this was a coincidence, and Li Yan thought it was God's will.

"Uh..." Li Yan took the lead in breaking the silence, "I thought you were from Tieling."

"I am, and moved to Harbin after high school."

Su Youjia's tone was very calm.

"Then you moved quite far!"

Li Yan wanted to continue chatting, but Su Youjia only said that and then stopped saying anything.

He had to talk to himself: "Actually, my situation is similar to you. My father is from Tieling and my mother is from Harbin City. I also went to Harbin City in high school. At that time, my whole family hoped that I could get into Harbin Institute of Technology until I chose the liberal arts in the second year of high school..."

He talked and shook the situation at home.

Su Youjia turned her head slightly and looked quietly at the light and clouds outside the porthole, not knowing whether she was listening.

Later, Li Yan confessed this matter in the dormitory group and asked Wen Liang, who was well-known in love psychology, for advice.

Wen Liang was in class at that time reading "Stop and sit in the maple forest at night" and had no time to pay attention to him.

So Hu Yang replied: "I feel sorry for your experience, and you still love her in your words."

Li Yan immediately sent twenty hammers to the group and knocked his head: "I'm serious about asking for advice, but if you don't have any serious opinions, please hold it in my mind, don't whine."

"Do you still need advice? Isn't this obvious if people ignore you?"

"But she didn't shut up."

"Isn't that for you to be decent? Have you forgotten the song I sang for you?"

Hu Yang immediately sent a voice and sang: "It should be decent to break up, no one should say sorry-"
Chapter completed!