"You're also a student at the same school, why do you know so much? I'm supposed to be more knowledgeable than you, so why can you see things that I can't see?" Yun Jue's eyes were full of confusion.
That's what she can't understand.
Ordinarily, Fang Zhe should not and cannot know more information than her, and his judgment of the overall situation should not be stronger than hers.
"Money is yours only when it is in your pocket, and knowledge is yours only when it is in your brain." It was a good opportunity to pretend, and Fang Zhe almost instinctively started pretending. By pretending, he solved the problem that made him sweat just now.
"Speak like a human being!" Yun Jue took the bait. Since ancient times, no one believed the truth, only routines are practical.
Fang Zhe glanced at the opposite person with caring eyes. Before Yun Jue got angry and beat someone, Fang Zhe spoke: "Our country, since Qin Shihuang, has been trying to be the number one in the world. If the country has no money, it can become the number one in the world."
One?"
"Wait a minute, Professor Yan said, isn't the United States also number one in the world in terms of its people's wealth?"
"Haha, you have never been beaten up by the IRS before you say that. It's okay, you will soon experience the care of your own State Taxation Bureau." Fang Zhe's scornful attitude made Yun Jue feel that he seemed to be a real person.
Mentally retarded.
"Irs?" Yun Jue asked, obviously not remembering the abbreviation of this English word. However, she quickly reacted: "U.S. Internal Revenue Service?"
"Yes, you must remember to pay taxes in the United States, otherwise you will definitely be miserable. I know you don't believe what I say, Pengka, ah, the boss of the Chicago gang in the 1930s, the FBI couldn't do anything to him, the IRS gave him
Arrested. There is a joke in the United States about the tax bureau, do you want to hear it?" Fang Zhe still had that look in his eyes, and Yun Jue was going crazy.
"Say!" he said through gritted teeth.
"There was a competition in the bar, squeezing lemon juice with bare hands. A weightlifting strongman squeezed a lemon with his hands. After not even a drop of lemon juice came out, the strongman said proudly, who else? A thin middle-aged man
I went up, took the lemon from his hand, squeezed it gently, and a lot of juice dripped down. The bar owner announced that he was the champion, and asked him what his occupation was, and he replied: IRS."
After Fang Zhe finished speaking, he looked at Yun Jue calmly, still caring for the mentally retarded. Yun Jue was not angry this time, and asked instead: "It seems that you have taken the topic astray."
Fang Zhe said calmly: "You are the one who led the topic astray, you can't make it clear out of thin air."
"I'm not angry, just take a deep breath!" Yun Jue encouraged himself to himself, and after taking a few deep breaths, he said: "Okay, back to the original topic, how did you come to the conclusion that the country needs tax reform?"
"The tax reform is because the country has no money. How can we build a modern and powerful socialist country without money? Moreover, tax reform is only a branch of deepening reforms. You always ask such naive questions. Don't you think it is embarrassing for a new era college student?
You see, people like you who worry about the country and its people are really not a good thing for the country."
The blow was a bit heavy, but Yun Jue did not become angry, but looked at Fang Zhe calmly: "I understand, you are a genius. There are geniuses in this world, and I have been desperate because of it. The only thing I don't understand is,
Why do you settle for mediocrity?”
"Yunjue, this is my attitude towards life." Fang Zhe hesitated and gave this answer.
"You lied!" Yun Jue naturally didn't believe it, and Fang Zhe just smiled without explaining. The truth is often not believed by anyone, it is very cruel.
"You..., what is your ideal?" Yun Jue didn't want to end the conversation, but she had no reason to continue the conversation. Yun Jue didn't want to experience the feeling of being crushed by her IQ during a deep conversation.
"Does being an apartment owner to collect rent count?" Fang Zhe helplessly spread his hands, hoping that she would end this dangerous conversation quickly.
"This is the life a pig pursues. What kind of ideal is it?" Yun Jue curled his lips and decided that Fang Zhe was lying to him. After all, he was a proven genius. Otherwise, with his grassroots background, how could he have such foresight? Despite these foresights,
There is no confirmation, but Yun Jue has a strong feeling that what Fang Zhe said is correct.
"You forced me to lie to you." Fang Zhe looked at Yun Jue helplessly, and received an encouraging smile: "Just lie."
Scratching his head, scratching his head, scratching his head, after three times in a row, Fang Zhe calmed down and stared into Yun Jue's eyes: "My ideal is to work hard and become the owner of the largest private enterprise in the country, the richest flower grower, and even
World 's richest man."
"Very good, I believe you will realize it. You have such potential, I will see that day." Yun Jue looked like it was true, and Fang Zhe fell back and lamented: "Oh my God!"
Yun Jue left, as straightforward as ever, never procrastinating. Once she got the answer she wanted, the rest could only come slowly. Yun Jue originally thought that the word love had little to do with her, but now she was sure that, wonderfully
The signs are emerging.
The phone in the room rang, and after Yun Jue answered it, it was from her mother.
"When a man and a woman live alone in the same room, they must protect themselves."
"He is very resistant to my approach. Your worries are unnecessary. I even suspect that even if I take the initiative, he will be thrown out of the door. Also, he is not as unbearable as you think. Just based on the news broadcast, he
Can analyze a lot of valuable information. This man is a genius, I think I like him." Yun Jue told her mother with certainty.
There was silence on the other side of the phone for six or seven seconds before a voice came out: "Many things cannot be changed."
"So you and my dad live our own lives and never see each other twice throughout the year?"
After another few seconds of silence, he said, "Maybe you are right. Let's talk about it after we come back from abroad. At least that's all we can do now."
"I may not be right, but I am certain that right or wrong is not important. What is important is that once I give up on something, I will regret it for the rest of my life. When I get old in the future, I will live with regret. Mom, divorce
Alright."
"You don't need to worry too much about my affairs. Just take care of yourself. The work transfer matter has come to an end, and I will return to Beijing to take up a post. I have been busy with handovers recently, and I don't have time to care about you."
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In the following days of Fang Zhe's life, the main theme was peace. Yes, it was peace.
There are no classes in my senior year, my internship is over, my thesis is handed in, and there are no postgraduate entrance exams, so there is really nothing to keep me busy.
I thought Yun Jue would cause some trouble, but I didn't expect that she was also very quiet. She went out early every day and came back at night.
Fang Zhe never asked her what she was doing, and neither did Yun Jue. The two of them kept a tacit understanding of keeping a distance, one was afraid of getting hurt if she got too close, and the other was afraid that getting too close would scare him away.
In late April, all the students were called back, and the school organized a study session on the Southern Tour Speech.