It was already half an hour before he left the boss's house because he was left to eat a meal of dumplings. Not to mention, the boss's mother's cooking is really good, and the dumplings are so delicious.
If someone had told him in the past that a child could start a company and become the boss, Qiao Lin would definitely not believe it.
But now, the fact is before his eyes that his boss is underage and is ready to open a company.
You must work hard.
He had a hunch that it would definitely take a long time this time.
The first priority now is to complete the task assigned to him by his boss and find a suitable office building. When looking for a house, he must find a real estate agent, but Qiao Lin really doesn't need it. Although his career path has been a bit bumpy in recent years,
I still have a lot of connections.
Finding a real estate agent would definitely cost a lot of money, so he went directly to an acquaintance.
The battery car was parked on the side of the road. Qiao Lin had his feet on the ground and was making a call on his mobile phone.
"Quan Zi, if you have time, I'll wait for you at the same place."
"Brother, what's the matter?"
"Good thing, hurry up."
"Okay, just wait for me for a while. I'm looking at the house with my client. I'll be ready soon."
"Forget it, where are you? I'll go find you directly."
"Okay, I'm at Nancheng North Road..."
The other side
At this time, Zhao's mother, who had already eaten dumplings, was sitting on the sofa, holding her mobile phone and feeling a little dazed.
Did she forget something?
He reached out and scratched his head.
I glanced at the date on my phone to see that there was still time, then turned to look at my daughter, and asked belatedly, "What day is it today?"
Zhao Qinglan was stunned and said: "Monday."
Zhao Ma nodded.
"Yes, it's Monday.
"Today is, is it Monday?" He looked at his daughter in shock, "I just said something felt wrong. Today is Monday. You should go to school. Why didn't you go to school?"
She herself is confused now. After seeing her daughter in the morning, she didn’t think much about it and even asked her to chop meat to make dumplings. Only now did she realize that her daughter didn’t go to school today.
Zhao Qinglan: "..."
"I told my dad last night that I might have something to do today, so I wouldn't go to school in the morning. I thought you heard me."
Therefore, her mother just reacted, and Zhao Qinglan didn't know what to say for a while.
Zhao’s mother tapped her forehead with her mobile phone.
"Maybe I'm a little dizzy. Well, remember to go to school in the afternoon. Mom won't object to whatever you do, but studying is still very important."
Zhao Qinglan nodded to express her understanding.
In the afternoon, Zhao Qinglan went to school...
When school was about to end, the head teacher, Teacher Liu, took a box of chalk and put it on the desk.
"Tomorrow the Education Bureau will come to the school to inspect."
"We need to publish a new blackboard newspaper today. Zhao Qinglan, your handwriting is good. I will leave the writing to you later. Xiaoli, Xiaoyun, you are the best in drawing in our class. Today, you have to work harder.
I'll go home later."
"Well, that's it. Let's get started. Come out with the teacher! The rest of the students will do their homework, read, and don't make any noise. There are still ten minutes before school is over."
"Yes, teacher."
This was not the first time that she was asked to write on a blackboard newspaper, so Zhao Qinglan had no objections and was ready to go home after completing her task.
The blackboard newspaper is the campus playground, those places on the wall. Every class is responsible for a blackboard. Everyone has a responsibility to beautify the campus.
The class teacher personally led them out of the blackboard. She also held a ruler in her hand and first drew lines on the places where they needed to write. The rest of the space was reserved for her students to draw.
Seeing that the teacher and classmates were already busy, Zhao Qinglan stood aside and took a look at the manuscript given by the teacher. This is what she wants to write.
Drawing for primary school students is definitely very simple, but when you look at it, it is quite imaginative. No, under the guidance of the teacher, Li Li, a classmate in her class, drew a little pond frog in the left frame. Zhao Qinglan was not idle either. As soon as the teacher drew the lines on the blackboard, he started his own task.
She had already read the manuscript and memorized it in her mind. So when she wrote, she never paused, and it could be said that she finished it in one go.
Zhao Qinglan's handwriting is strong and powerful, flowing smoothly, and there are slight links between the words. In short, even people who are not familiar with the writing can see that this handwriting is good.
The teacher passing by saw it and couldn't help but stop and take a look.
"Teacher Liu, Qinglan, your classmate, is really good at handwriting."
"Haha, it's okay. The classmates in your class are also pretty good, especially the one named Lulu." She said this, but anyone could see that she meant something different.
"Your class will definitely come first again in this blackboard report."
"Fortunately, it doesn't matter whether you are ranked or not. The main thing is to participate. Everyone is responsible for beautifying the campus. It can also train the children and have a beautiful childhood."
Soon, Zhao Qinglan finished writing the manuscript. Holding the chalk, he stepped back to look at it and nodded with satisfaction.
It's time for school to end now.
There were many students on the playground, and when they saw the blackboard announcement, many people stood and watched.
Looking at the blackboard that was one-third complete, the class teacher was thinking about what to draw on the largest space left next to it.
When she raised her eyes, she saw Zhao Qinglan putting down her chalk and preparing to leave. When she saw that she was about to leave, the head teacher waved to her.
"Come on, tell me what to draw here and give me some advice."
Zhao Qinglan was silent.
After taking a look at the empty space on the blackboard, he said softly: "Anything is fine!"
What a perfunctory answer.
Zhao Qinglan, her classmate, is good at everything, but she is too quiet. On the other hand, it seems that no matter what happens, she cannot interest her.
Perhaps because he wanted to tease her, the class teacher said with a smile: "Why don't you, Qinglan, give it a try? It seems pretty good to draw a few sunflowers here."
Being called on by the teacher.
It’s not easy for Zhao Qinglan to leave either.
"I'll do it!"
Taking the chalk, Zhao Qinglan stepped forward and took a look at the vacant land. This place was framed, so he wanted to paint inside. However, Zhao Qinglan felt that the surrounding frame was limiting, and the painting effect would not be good.<
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I took a blackboard eraser and directly erased the framed area. Sure enough, it felt spacious and I could use it as I wanted.
Zhao Qinglan did not hesitate and started painting as soon as he picked up the pen. Each stroke was placed very casually. Soon, the willow trees fluttering in the wind appeared lifelike.
Under the willow tree, a young man in green clothes is reading a book with his back to everyone. Just looking at the painting can make people feel the breeze blowing. In the painting, the branches of the willow tree are floating slightly, and even the young man’s hair is tied up.
The hairband is also floating gently.
"Wow..."
"This is so beautiful."
There were sounds all around.
The hand stopped slightly.
Even if the young man in the painting is facing away from her, Zhao Qinglan can recognize who he painted at a glance.
Why did she draw it subconsciously?
After regaining consciousness, Zhao Qinglan picked up the blackboard eraser and erased it, leaving only the willow tree alone. Without the young man in green clothes in the painting, he instantly felt that something was missing.