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Chapter 1871: First day of enrollment, delivery and departure

Chapter 1870 The first day of enrollment, delivery and departure

"Hello, hello, I'm Lin Miaomiao!"

As a social expert in Class 11, Lin Miaomiao came to Su Mingzhe after class and stretched out her white hands.

"Hello, I am Su Mingzhe!"

Su Mingzhe smiled and held Miaomiao's little hand.

It was exactly as I remembered it, soft, fleshy, warm with a little moisture.

Looking at her eyes that were covered by glasses, her pupils were slightly cloudy and her skin tone was not good.

This is a sign of excessive liver fire.

Based on the time point, Su Mingzhe could easily infer that Lin Miaomiao was worried about the upcoming midterm exam.

Lin Miaomiao naturally didn't know that the male classmate she met for the first time would treat her. Now she excitedly held Su Mingzhe's hand and said seriously:

“There are degrees of goodness!”

"Well, there's a degree of joy!"

Su Mingzhe had a black line on his face and exchanged words with Lin Miaomiao in English.

Fortunately, the break time is only ten minutes, otherwise it would be really embarrassing.

——

Seeing the Chinese teacher with his back to the students writing on the blackboard, Jiang Tianhao came over and asked in a low voice:

"Hey, brother, can you understand the teacher's lecture?"

"Yes, my Chinese has passed Level 10."

In the "Youth Pi" plane, Su Mingzhe and Jiang Tianhao are also considered ferocious. Now they are chatting, and naturally they are having a great time.

The morning passed quickly.

Elite high schools implement semi-military management.

Even day students are not allowed to leave school from morning to night.

Su Mingzhe followed the flow of people and came to the cafeteria to eat.

As a private middle school, Elite High School has a relatively rich and diverse range of food in the cafeteria, although it is not the best.

After skillfully choosing a few things he liked to eat, Su Mingzhe and Jiang Tianhao sat at the dining table and prepared to eat.

At this time, Lin Miaomiao also pulled her friend Deng Xiaoqi over, sat opposite, and asked with a smile:

"Handsome guy, what do you eat in foreign schools?"

"Potatoes, beef brisket, peas, chicken legs, bread, ham..."

Su Mingzhe thought for a while and talked about a bunch of food. After seeing several people showing curious eyes, he quickly waved his hand and said:

“None of them taste good, not as good as Chinese food.”

"For example, when it comes to potatoes, the school cafeteria there only makes fried potato chips, mashed potatoes, or stewed beef brisket with potato cubes."

"Beef doesn't taste good either. I don't like the popular steaks here either. I like braised beef or soy sauce beef, and pork belly..."

Lin Miaomiao, who was listening carefully to Su Mingzhe's description of the differences between domestic and foreign food, heard this and quickly raised his hand to interrupt:

"Pork belly is not beef, it is pork!"

After hearing this, Su Mingzhe smiled like a father:

"I also like to eat pork, such as pot-wrapped pork, twice-cooked pork, big elbow, sauced pig's trotters, sweet and sour pork..."

"Stop talking, stop talking, my mouth is drooling!"

Lin Miaomiao was already greedy. When the man opened his mouth and heard a list of dish names, her mouth watered. In order to prevent her useless side from being seen, she quickly turned around and stopped chatting with Su Mingzhe.

Had lunch.

Because it was already winter, everyone did not go back to the dormitory to rest, but continued to talk in the classroom.

This time Jiang Tianhao was the first to ask:

"Brother, I heard that in the lighthouse, every house has a gun. Is this true?"

"Almost."

Su Mingzhe thought for a while and then said:

"Actually, depending on the situation, the proportion of Chinese Americans who own guns is not as good as that of Japanese and Korean Americans... Under normal circumstances, the longer a family has lived there, the higher the proportion of gun owners."

"Then we Chinese and Japanese, do we often fight?"

"This... usually won't happen, because we all have a common enemy."

"Common enemy?"

Jiang Tianhao didn't understand.

"HRHB!"

Su Mingzhe briefly talked about the common enemy:

"Asians generally don't like HR, and HR is particularly hostile to Asians. There are serious conflicts between the two sides, and neither of them will live in the same area..."

"Are there many people shooting in the streets?"

"Well, compared with China, there are definitely more, almost once or twice a week... So, under normal circumstances, we only carry out activities in our own communities and rarely go to other communities, otherwise it is easy for the local community police to regard them as BP elements.

Get rid of it."

"Have you ever played with a gun?"

"Played with it."

"Have you ever played with AK47?"

"Where's the Desert Eagle?"

"Played with it."

"I heard that the recoil of the Desert Eagle is particularly strong?"

"Well, it's a little stronger than ordinary pistols. It also depends on what kind of gun it is compared with. I once played a modified version of a shotgun that was said to be able to kill elephants. The recoil could take off a person's shoulders."

Lin Miaomiao, who was next to her, saw Su Mingzhe chatting endlessly with the man about guns. She was so anxious that she pulled Jiang Tianhao away and asked a question that she had been holding back for a long time:

"Lao Su, in Beacon, when a child reaches the age of eighteen, will his parents kick him out of the house and become free and independent?"

"Are you talking about a child without a father and a mother?"

Su Mingzhe looked at this girl with caring eyes, and then said angrily:

"How could Beacon's parents, who are parents, kick their children out of the house?"

"But, the book says..."

"You also said that it is said in the book. In the lighthouse, there are many books that say that the Rabbit family will collapse after joining the WTO. Isn't this the better, and the lighthouse will be pushed to the second place?

"

"Lighthouse No. 2? When did it happen?"

"It's not GDP, it's manufacturing capacity..."

Su Mingzhe tried his best to use a concise tone and talked about the international situation and the current division of international comprehensive strength.

A group of students were stunned by him.

Just like that, a week passed in the blink of an eye.

The midterm exam is coming.

Su Mingzhe didn't hold back and went all out.

The next week, when the results were distributed, Su Mingzhe directly surpassed Qian Sanyi and became the first place in the freshman class.

Before we knew it, it was December.

As the lighthouse country enacted a resolution, international oil futures prices continued to fall.

Andy reported to Su Mingzhe and said that he had helped him earn 700 million US dollars.

Su Mingzhe knew that the price would continue to drop, reaching as low as 30 US dollars, but he was not ready to continue playing.

Because Andy increased the leverage to twenty-five times.

This multiple is already quite dangerous. It can be said that if the futures market fluctuates even slightly, the money he earns may be wasted.

Therefore, when Su Mingzhe learned that the price of oil futures had dropped to the warning line he had originally marked, he immediately asked Andy to leave the market.

End of December.

Su Mingzhe flew to Wall Street in person to make the final delivery.

New Year's Eve.

Su Mingzhe returned to Jiangzhou with a principal and profit of US$800 million.

——

"Old Qian, I'm really convinced!"

Looking at the extra 600 million in his account, Zhang Kun's expression could not be said to be good or bad. He was silent for a long time and then said with a wry smile:

"If I had known that your information was reliable, I wouldn't have lent you the money, but let you take it with you on the flight!"

"Lao Zhang, don't think too much, it's a blessing in disguise?"

Su Mingzhe responded with a smile. After Zhang Kun signed the loan repayment agreement and handed it to the lawyer for notarization, he chuckled and said:

"Believe it or not, next time I come to you, you will still dare not agree?"

Zhang Kun looked embarrassed and could only say bitterly::

"I believe it, I believe it. Aren't I cowardly?"


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