Seeing Ye Chen answering the question irrelevantly, Zhang Jian spat and said, "Is it interesting to pretend to be crazy and stupid? Is it a way to carry cement to lift you!"
Ye Chen nodded and smiled, "Okay, I understand, I will make arrangements for you."
Seeing that he was always talking in confusion, Zhang Jian said disdainfully: "Mysterious!"
After saying that, he said again: "I would like to advise you as a person who has experienced it. You are still young. Now you can find some serious things to do, and it is still possible to succeed."
"Is it humble to carry cement? Not at all. Did you know that there is a singer named Adu? He was carrying cement on the construction site back then, so didn't he carry the fire?"
"And now Kuaishou and Douyin are so popular. You can register an account and post some videos of carrying cement on it. Maybe it will become popular!"
Ye Chen smiled and said, "I have a Douyin account. Do you want to follow me?"
Zhang Jian asked contemptuously: "Oh, you, a family man, still play Douyin? What's your number for Douyin? What's your name? Is it the largest hanging silk in Jinling?"
Ye Chen smiled and said, "My TikTok account is 786019911, and its name is Shangmen Dragon Son-in-law. His avatar is a red dragon. Lao Tie, should I pay attention to and like it?"
"The dragon son-in-law came to the door?" Zhang Jian looked at Ye Chen with contempt and said, "You are the only one who is the dragon son-in-law? I said, can we have some shame? If you are the dragon son-in-law, then I am not a god son-in-law and a fairy son-in-law,
Son-in-law, the overlord?"
Ye Chen smiled slightly and said, "You, you are a son-in-law."
"Milk son-in-law? What does it mean?" Zhang Jian frowned.
Ye Chen laughed: "Son-in-law who carries cement, don't you understand this?"
"Grass!" Zhang Jian couldn't help but curse: "You kid are really ignorant!"
Ye Chen ignored him, carried his father-in-law's teacher back then, walked a few steps and went straight to the door of the classroom.
The old man patted Ye Chen's hand and said, "Young man, you can smile at humiliation, be neither humble nor arrogant, and you will be a promising person at first glance."
After saying that, the old man turned his wheelchair and entered the classroom.
Zhang Jian muttered in a low voice: "I'm so dizzy, I don't know where to tell that he's good."
Ye Chen ignored him. Anyway, he was not far from the fate he arranged for him.
At this time, with the arrival of the old teacher, there was already a cheer in the classroom, and everyone kept saying hello to the old man.
It is no exaggeration to say that the relationship between teachers and students in that era is as close as father and son.
The old man couldn't help but feel relieved when he looked at the middle-aged people who were over fifty years old and had a little gray hair.
He taught all his life, and it can be said that he has many students all over the world. When he saw these students, he felt that he had no regrets in his life.
"Let the teacher teach us another class." Someone suggested emotionally.
Everyone expressed the same request.
The old man nodded, his eyes were a little red. He sat behind the podium, touching the already rough podium with his fingers, and slowly spoke, "Hello, classmates."
"Hello teacher." Everyone shouted in unison.
The old man nodded and said, "I am old, I can't stand up and I can't shout anymore. The quality of lectures may not be better than before, so I have to say sorry to everyone first."