Xu Lei said no, but acted honestly. IDG is also strongly recommending Feigou.com to venture capital funds.
Lu Fei waited for news from both sides and handed over the operation of Feigou.com and Caifubao to Wang Huiwen, Fang Xing and the others. They were very busy and rarely had a day of leisure.
I went to Taoranting Park early in the morning, ran circles around Taorant Lake, and then practiced leg presses, throat hoisting, and babbling for a while until I was suddenly interrupted by a burst of drums.
Not far away, I saw an old man standing in the middle, with white hair and silver snow, playing a drum and a wooden board. His companion next to him was playing the three-stringed instrument, and he sang passionately.
In the cold wind, two old men and one young man stood.
The old man sang a short paragraph and said cheerfully: "How are you, young man?"
Lu Fei's head was empty, and he said with a relaxed expression: "Hey, I can only tell that this is Xihe Dagu."
"It would be great if today's young people can recognize the Xihe drum." The old man gave a thumbs up.
Lu Fei said: "Would you like to play another part?"
The old man did not refuse, and immediately played a piece of "Two-sided Gong", which was sung and sung, simple and powerful, and soon attracted all the adults and aunts nearby who were doing morning exercises, and the crowd was crowded.
Lu Fei looked at his watch and saw that it was almost time to go to school, so he reluctantly left. The moment he walked out of the crowd, there was a whisper from behind:
"Oh, this is not Mr. Liu Tianli, what a blessing!"
Liu Tianli?
Lu Fei blinked, this is not the great master of Xihe Dagu, Liu Shishi's grandfather!
On the way back, I felt fresh that I could meet such a famous person. When I returned to the courtyard, I saw a basket of eggs on the table at the door.
"Sister-in-law, who gave this to me?"
"Oh, it's Brother Zhao and his wife. Don't you thank me for making so much money from socks, and even invited reporters to interview..."
Xiao Hongmei came out with breakfast, "I refused to take it back even if I said anything, so I had to accept it."
Lu Fei sat down and glanced at Lu Yun, who had the "Yanjing Morning News" in his hand. There was a photo of Zhao Guoqiang in the lower left corner of the economic section, with a striking title next to it:
"Socks sold for 10,000 yuan in 5 days, starting a business on Feigou.com and creating a path to wealth."
Xiao Hongmei said: "Afei, I just have something to discuss with you. My sister-in-law and your elder brother have nothing to do but sell milk tea at the Internet cafe in the morning. They also want to open an online store on your website. What do you think?"
Lu Fei drank the steaming bean juice. Before he could answer, Lu Yun stood up and objected. It didn't matter if his family members joined the website. No matter how much they earned, they would gossip if they were caught.
"Just don't move in. Let's guard the Internet cafe and make as much money as they do!"
Long live understanding!
Lu Fei was quite moved, and the conversation turned to how is the Internet cafe business?
"Okay, since the e-commerce training was launched in the Internet cafe, people who come online now not only play games and watch movies, but also do e-commerce. The machines are full every day."
Lu Yun picked up the fried dough sticks and said, "However, I want to rent out the VCD. Everyone who surfs the Internet has seen these discs, and those who don't can't read them. They are just sitting idle. It's better to rent them out. There are many people."
Everyone wants to rent discs, especially "Westward Journey"."
Of course Lu Fei agreed. Originally, Lu Yun was the one in the Internet cafe, and Xiao Hongmei had full authority to do whatever he wanted. With the Internet cafe certificate, he would not lose anything.
And in his calculations, Internet cafes are not the focus of Big Brother's career.
"Brother, it's not cost-effective to buy all the discs. Why not buy a disc burner?"
Lu Yun waved his hand: "Don't worry about this. You are busy with your own company and the college entrance examination. Think about how long it has been since you went to school?"
…………
"Fuck, half a month!"
Han Yu saw Lu Fei appear outside the classroom, grabbed his shoulders and beat his chest hard:
"Your boy is finally willing to come back. Why have you disappeared for so many days? It's really not fun."
Lu Fei raised the milk tea in his hand: "Is it interesting enough?"
"You're pretty interesting." Han Yu rolled his eyes.
The two of them leaned against the wall and stood outside the door chatting and chatting about their situation. Wave after wave of classmates walked towards them, all of them with expressions that were weird, shocked, or alienated.
"Hey, you came back unexpectedly. You thought you dropped out of school!"
Following the source of the provocative voice, Lu Fei raised his eyes and saw that he had a plump head, a ruffian's temper, a tall and thin figure, creamy skin, and looked like a young meat, "Who is he?"
Han Yu was stunned and said in a low voice: "How forgetful you are, Zhang Yang. Did you forget that in the senior year of high school, he pretended to be a critic of us and exploited us?"
Lu Fei vaguely recalled that the co-author was an enemy, "Why didn't I see him when I came?"
"Same as you, I took the art test." Han Yu said, "But unlike you, I signed up for a training class because my family had some money."
"What are you mumbling about!" Zhang Yang felt ignored and became angry.
Lu Fei touched his chin. This routine is common in Internet articles, where he pretends to be cool and slaps the school bully in the face. It's such a stupid plot that the author doesn't even bother to care.
Han Yu chewed the pearl and said, "Why, do you want to have a fight again? Let's accompany you!"
The two sides stood at the door and faced off, with their swords at war. Zhang Yang looked calm on the surface, but recalling Lu Fei's fighting prowess when he was beaten before, he felt guilty.
There are still two months left until the art exam takes place in January next year, so your face and body must not be injured in any accident.
"Stop making noises. No noise is allowed in the corridor." The female monitor mustered up the courage to stop in the middle and pull the two sides apart.
Zhang Yang seemed to have found the steps and rushed into the classroom angrily. He did not forget to say harsh words: "Huh, let's see."
The female monitor breathed a sigh of relief and tried her best to persuade Lu Fei. Over and over again, they gradually became familiar with each other. Her name was Wang Yun. She failed the college entrance examination and came back to study at Beijing University.
"Squad leader, come on." Lu Fei encouraged.
"You have to work hard. Even though you are going to an art school, you can't miss the cultural classes." Wang Yun clenched her fists.
Han Yu looked left and right, always feeling something was wrong with his brother's expression, but couldn't see anything wrong, and suddenly thought that he worked at Beijing University.
Lu Fei walked into the classroom with a smile on his face, sister, when you get admitted to Beijing University, Mizuki, you will have heard the legend of my brother.
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Morning self-study and routine inspection by the dean.
After passing Class 5, I stood behind the window and peered in. My eyes were pointed at the window seat in the corner, just to see how long this seat would be empty.
In his sight, Lu Fei's figure suddenly appeared.
The dean hummed, thinking it was an illusion, and looked around with wide eyes, seeing Lu Fei sitting there in shock.
Impossible, absolutely impossible, why is he here again?
"Ahem."
He walked to the door, cleared his throat, and called Lu Fei by name to come out.
"There's a good show, there's a good show." Zhang Yang glanced at both sides with a look of gloating on his face.
Han Yu said angrily: "Damn it, you did it on purpose. Zhang Yang missed class for so long, what the hell is wrong!"
Lu Fei patted his shoulder and felt countless eyes focusing on him, and he walked out slowly.
In the classroom, the dean's voice was clearly heard.
"Calculate for yourself, how long has it been since you came to school? You were late in the morning and left early in the afternoon. Then why are you here to repeat your studies..."
In the first half, he criticized and reprimanded for absenteeism and leaving early. In the second half, perhaps thinking that Lu Fei was harassing the principal behind his back, his tone turned gentle and he actually cared about him.
"The teacher criticizes you because he loves you. If you are really irresponsible, he will ignore you and let you fend for yourself..."
Lu Fei squinted his eyes and smiled without saying a word.
His calmness was beyond the dean's expectation, and even infected him. The fire in his mind suddenly went out. Suddenly he had nothing to say, so he waved his hand and let him go.
"Thank you, director."
Lu Fei was polite. When he returned to the classroom, he passed by the front row. Zhang Yang smiled playfully and took the lead in whistling to boo him.
"Quiet, don't laugh! Study alone will continue as soon as possible!"
The dean scolded him, put his hands behind his back, and walked to the stairs. He heard a burst of laughter faintly coming from the classroom, and he immediately felt good.
With the principal as your backing, what can you do!
I had just returned to the office and hadn't sat there for long when the phone rang unexpectedly. It was the principal.
The dean broke out in a cold sweat. Damn it, Lu Fei wouldn't snitch on me, would he?
I ran to the principal in a hurry and saw his old man entertaining Bian Zhihong and Meng Meijing on the sofa. They introduced themselves to their homes and explained their purpose of visit:
Interview with Lu Fei.
"Who? Lu Fei!!" The dean's heart was in his throat and he let out a drake call.
"Is there a problem? Lu Fei is on leave again, isn't he?" the principal asked.
Bian Zhihong frowned, "I've confirmed that he should be in school today."
"Zai Zai Zai, he is studying by himself in the classroom now." Beads of sweat oozed from the dean's forehead.
After all, this is "Sanlian Life Weekly", so the principal was a little bit shy. He originally planned to call Lu Fei over, but Meng Meijing also wanted to interview his classmates, and she said: to get a deeper understanding.
So, the principal arranged for the dean to lead the way.
The dean's heart skipped a beat, why would the media interview a repeat student?
Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!
With a grimace on his face, he hesitated again and again, and returned to Class 5, this time without the condescension he had during the scolding.
"Damn it, why did you come back again? Is this girl not done yet?" Han Yu hurriedly hid the snacks in the drawer.
Lu Fei didn't even raise his head, writing the Huanggang simulation paper, and listened to the dean laugh and say:
"Classmate Lu Fei."
In an instant, they became the focus of attention again.
Zhang Yang burst into laughter and almost couldn't help but slap the table with excitement. The students next to him also sneered in a low voice. He deserved to be absent from school for half a month!
However, the dean was arrogant and respectful: "Please come out, there are reporters outside who want to interview you."
As soon as the words fell, the whole place was silent, and you could hear a pin drop.
"Which newspaper?"
Except for Han Yu, everyone else was confused by Lu Fei's answer. Which one, how many interviews have you accepted?
"land……"
Bian Zhihong almost blurted out "Mr. Lu" and immediately changed his name to his classmates and waved at the door.
Alas, it’s a cliché slap in the face, what idiot could think of such a thing?
Lu Fei raised his hand, walked past the front row unhurriedly, glanced at Zhang Yang who looked stunned, whistled, then walked outside the room and said with a smile:
"Thank you, director."
"You're welcome, haha, classmate Lu Fei." The dean showed a polite but awkward smile.
