Liu Shiduo couldn't understand why a young man who had just earned two million could be so calm and low-key.
"I'm still thinking about earning some money by following the stock god." Liu Shiduo didn't hide it and directly stated his purpose, hoping that Fang Zhe would not retreat.
Fang Zhe looked at him indifferently: "Mr. Liu wants to make money, why does it take so much effort? Find a bunch of people to queue up, and you can earn a lot of money with just one subscription certificate. I'm not talking nonsense, am I?"
When Liu Shiduo was speechless, Fang Zhe's pager rang. Seeing that the number belonged to a stranger, not many people knew the pager number, so Fang Zhe decided to call back.
Speaking of which, this was the first time I called back since I bought the pager. It was so embarrassing.
"Borrow me a phone number." Fang Zhe was very polite. Xiao Wang quickly apologized and said, "Please come over here."
This outrageous operation in the stock market completely stunned Xiao Wang, an expert, let alone Liu Shiduo, a semi-expert.
"Fang Zhe, where did you die?" Bai Li's voice came from the phone. Fang Zhe was stunned for a moment. I didn't tell the teacher the pager number. What's going on?
"I'm doing errands outside." Fang Zhe replied, not even angry at being sprayed by the teacher.
"Come back when you're done." Bai Li hung up after saying a few words. Fang Zhe scratched his head, what's wrong?
"Mr. Fang, let's have a meal together at noon?" People really have to rely on their strength to speak. Liu Shiduo is much more polite to Fang Zhe now. Even though he is from a courtyard, he is actually not a particularly well-off person. Airborne
After arriving at this position, Hua Lao's nose became stronger. He had always been lackluster at work. Unexpectedly, Fang Zhe gave him a modest achievement.
Liu Shiduo was very accurate in judging people. Fang Zhe was a good person and there would always be opportunities for him to be useful in the future.
If it were Fang Zhe in the previous life, he would definitely have sneered at him. Now Fang Zhe is very humble: "Mr. Liu, it's not that I don't want to give you face, but the teacher just called me and asked me to go back and report. Haven't you graduated yet?
, I didn’t get my diploma.”
"Tsk!" Liu Shiduo was too embarrassed to talk big words. For a student, this matter was indeed a big deal.
"Then wait for the opportunity next time." I wanted to leave my contact information, but I kept it in time. These words can really offend people. You didn't want it last time, but you want it this time. Thanks to Xiao Wang for keeping the pager.
Number, so as not to be embarrassed.
Fang Zhe left in a hurry, and in the bankbook in his pocket, several thousand yuan turned into a small three million. It would be a lie to say that he didn't feel high-spirited. Now Fang Zhe is walking with wind. Buy a house, I want to buy a house.
I was not in a hurry to go back to school. I drove to the Academy of Social Sciences first and got off at the entrance. There was still half an hour before lunch time, which was just right.
The guard, Uncle Qin, was very bright-eyed. When he saw Fang Zhe, he immediately came out to greet him: "Xiao Fang, you are here."
Under normal circumstances, Fang Zhe stopped to say a few words, gave Uncle Qin a cigarette, and lit the fire.
But Fang Zhe was not normal today. He slapped a pack of cigarettes directly into Uncle Qin's hand and said, "If I have anything to do with Dean Chen, I won't talk to you anymore." Uncle Qin looked at it in surprise when he saw it was a pack of cigarettes.
Fang Zhe then smiled and said: "Thank you, go in by yourself."
Fang Zhe entered the Academy of Social Sciences with familiarity, and he was very familiar with the offices of the School of Liberal Arts. He greeted everyone along the way, including uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters, and his mouth was as sweet as if it had been smeared with honey.
Dean Chen's office door was closed. He raised his hand and knocked on the door. When he heard someone letting him in, he pushed the door open and went in.
Dean Chen, who had a slicked back hair, always neatly tidied up, and whose clothes could not be faulted, said angrily when he saw Fang Zhe: "What are you doing here, a second-rate dealer who is tarnishing the philatelic industry? Isn't it for you?"
Have you evaluated it?”
Dean Chen has been collecting stamps for thirty years. Even when he went to study abroad in the 1980s, he did not stop this hobby.
"Dean, you have no conscience for what you say. Without me, a stamp dealer, how would you be able to collect all the twelve zodiac signs in the four directions?"
Dean Chen always looks very serious, but after getting to know him for a long time, I found that this is not the case. In private, this person is very easy-going and has no airs at all.
After Fang Zhe's retort, Dean Chen stood up angrily and stretched out his hand: "Hand over the cigarette, your aunt has been very strict recently."
Fang Zhe quickly handed over a pack of cigarettes, opened it, took out one and lit it. Dean Chen closed the door and took a deep puff. A trace of rosy appeared on his pale face, and he hummed with a satisfied expression.
Voice.
"Dean, let's have dinner together at noon. You choose the place." Fang Zhi extended the invitation. Dean Chen looked at him sideways and said, "I won't go. The weasel is sending New Year greetings to the rooster. It's not a good intention."
"Don't worry, it's not something I assigned." Fang Zhe quickly explained. When Dean Chen heard this, his expression softened a little: "What's the matter? You kid's food is not delicious."
"I am a teacher and I plan to transfer my job. Is there any position in the Academy of Social Sciences?" Fang Zhe said directly without making any detours.
"Bah, you are a student who cares about the teacher's transfer. Do you deserve it? Tell me, what kind of trouble have you caused? In order to get the teacher to let you go, do you brag about being transferred? I tell you, you will give up on this." Chen
The dean puffed his beard and stared, really anxious. This guy dares to take on anything, when do you think the Academy of Social Sciences is run by my family?
"Also, are the teachers at Songjiang University worse than those at the Academy of Social Sciences? What on earth are you doing?"
"Don't get excited, the thing is like this..." Fang Zhe briefly explained the matter, and finally sighed: "Teacher Bai is a good teacher, and I respect her very much. She didn't tell me about this matter, so I took the initiative first.
I will tell her only when things are settled properly with you. A change of environment will really be good for her."
After hearing the explanation, Dean Chen's expression improved a little and he was no longer so anxious. He just looked Fang Zhe up and down: "You boy, you still have some conscience." Fang Zhe said with a bitter smile: "Don't make fun of me, this is not a coincidence.
Are you on board?"
"Things are difficult to handle." Dean Chen frowned and spoke, and Fang Zhe was happy when he heard it: "It has to be done even if it's difficult. Don't worry, I've prepared all the expenses that need to be spent."
"Let's see, I can't help with this matter. You can bring the teacher later and I'll help you make the connection. It doesn't matter whether it succeeds or not." Dean Chen relaxed. After all, Bai Li's situation is really pitiful. In order to let her ex-husband
When she went abroad, her house was sold. All acquaintances knew that her husband went abroad and took her out when he was settled.
"Okay, let's go eat." Fang Zhe stepped forward to speak, and Dean Chen waved his hand: "Forget it for today, go back and wait for my notification."
Fang Zhe didn't hesitate to think about it, left the pager number, said goodbye and left.
I went out and took a taxi back to school. When I got to school, my stomach was growling.
Being able to persuade Dean Chen to help was actually largely due to the fact that Fang Zhi coaxed Dean Chen's wife, Aunt Wang. Apart from anything else, when he was an intern at the Academy of Social Sciences, he often went home to help with housework.
By the way, I spent a lot of money on cosmetics.
Dean Chen respects his wife, so he gives Fang Zhe a little face, otherwise he would be just an acquaintance. Furthermore, Dean Chen suspects that Fang Zhe has an unclear relationship with this female teacher.
I didn't want to eat in the canteen, so when I was about to find a small shop outside the door to have something to eat, my ears hurt and someone pinched me.