The news of the national team's appearance soon reached Zhou Yan's ears.
Zhou Yan immediately used the intranet communicator to send a message to Deng Zhuo: [Three months later, Spider Web will be acquired again.]
[Mr. Zhou, how do you know that CNKI data can be decrypted after three months? 】
Zhou Yan was too lazy to cover up and replied with a smile: [As you think, as you wish!]
When the spider web collapsed, rivals Wanxiang and Puwei were naturally happy, spending money non-stop and seizing land with projects.
Spider Web wanted to pin the name of hacker attacks on Wanxiang and Puwei through connections, but unfortunately there was "insufficient evidence"...
The tragedy caused by three thousand yuan is still going on.
Although this is the first time he has used his skills to do bad things, Zhou Yan doesn't have any psychological pressure at all: no matter whether Xinghan can successfully acquire Spider Web in three months, Spider Web will not be able to become the ugly looking person in ten years.
, the spider web of money is too much to admit...
After completing the graduation thesis defense, prospective senior graduates can prepare to leave.
Of course, before leaving, each class must organize a breakup dinner.
"The whole class gets it!"
So, in four years of college, the only flight party that no one was absent from was started like this.
According to the original habit, everyone likes to get together, but class leader Li Ying felt that everyone had not known each other for four years, so he separated everyone.
At the same table, the only person who is familiar with Zhou Yan is Li Dongxu, the sports committee member.
We didn’t know anyone very well, so after the party started, we could only eat and drink.
Although Li Dongxu is very good at adjusting the atmosphere, facing a group of classmates who usually don't talk much, he can only laugh twice: "Drink..."
Fortunately, after three bottles of wine, some classmates started to connect...
"Zhou Yan, I heard that you were admitted to graduate school, would you like to have a drink?"
"Zhou Yan..."
Without the other party saying anything, Zhou Yan picked up the wine glass with a smile: "The future is bright and worry-free!"
In just a short while, everyone's faces were slightly flushed.
Seeing that the atmosphere was already building up, the squad leader walked to the center of the hall with a microphone: "Now we invite talented people from our class. Yan Wentao will lead everyone to sing a song of Wu Qilong's "Have a Happy Wind"!"
Classmate Lao Yan smiled and walked to the center of the hall while carrying his guitar and pulling a chair.
"That day when we knew you were leaving, we didn't say a word..."
As they sang, the female classmates present had tears in their eyes.
After singing, Li Ying reappeared: "Yan Wentao has already performed a show, who else is next?"
"Let me play a song too!" Liu Yan, the former squad leader, stood up with a smile, "Which of you has Zhou Huajian's "Friends" on your mobile phone? You can play it and give me some accompaniment..."
"In those years, a person walked through wind and rain..."
At first, the students around them were just beating time, but as they sang, some started singing along...
After singing, Liu Yan did not return the microphone, but put it to her mouth again: "Zhou Yan, are you there? Everyone wants to see your performance..."
Zhou Yan stood up with helplessness on his face: "Isn't this a bit overwhelming?"
“If you don’t know how to sing, you can still recite poems…”
That’s a bit too much!
Zhou Yan glanced at Yan Wentao, who was sitting aside and watching the fun, with a face full of gloating, and quietly walked over: "Old Yan, lend me the guitar!"
After taking the guitar, Zhou Yan walked to the center of the hall with a smile.
"When I was in college as a freshman, I told the classmates beside me that our classmates all gave up the opportunity to go to Wudaokou Old Summer Palace and came to the Polytechnic University to meet you.
Meeting is fate, separation is just for a better encounter.
I would like to give you a song called "The Past You" by Xu Wei!"
After saying that, Zhou Yan gently swept the strings...
"I once dreamed of traveling to the ends of the world with my sword and seeing the prosperity of the world. There was always something wrong with my young heart. Now I am at home all over the world..."
The passionate song "The Past You" suddenly pushed the atmosphere of the dinner party to a climax...
After dinner, Zhou Yan was beaten by his friends in the dormitory for pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger...
"I'm wronged!"
After the dinner, there were photos of academic uniforms.
The bachelor's degree offered by the Polytechnic University is a bit weak. The school is too embarrassed to award bachelor's degrees publicly, and just lets each class rent a bachelor's degree to satisfy themselves.
Now, not even ten years from now, when you take a photo of your bachelor's uniform, you can get flowers. After taking a group photo, everyone can move around freely.
Although everyone put on various poses, they didn't have degree certificates in their hands, so they couldn't be confident. No matter how they looked, they looked like actors playing college graduates.
As for Zhou Yan, although he was not willing to take photos, he still took a few to deal with Qin Ruoshu, who liked her boyfriend wearing a bachelor's uniform.
After the degree photos are taken, there are also "vegetarian" graduation photos, ID photos...
The next step is to receive your graduation certificate, degree certificate, and registration certificate.
Among Zhou Yan's friends, not many have signed employment agreements, only He Qiulin and Yang Haisheng.
Graduation is about to happen, and I see that others have already obtained employment agreements. If I say there is no rush, that would be a lie. But after graduation, there are fewer job fairs to attend...
After getting their diplomas and degree certificates, the friends in the dormitory began to "close their positions" and sold the textbooks and teaching aids they had bought at a large price one by one.
After the hasty move, many people went their separate ways in a hurry.
Soon, only Zhou Yan and Lin Junfeng were left in the dormitory...
"Um, Zhou Yan, a while ago..."
Zhou Yan took out a business card from his pocket with a smile and stuffed it into his old friend's hand: "You can go home for the summer vacation first. In July, just go to Wuyang and report to Chen Jingyu..."
While the two were talking, Zhao Ruijie walked efficiently and came to the dormitory. When he saw Lin Junfeng and Zhou Yan, he was a little surprised: "You two haven't left yet?"
Lin Junfeng smiled: "I'll go home soon. Oh, by the way, Lao Zhao, what are your plans?"
"Let's talk after we get home..." Zhao Ruijie smiled nonchalantly, but the trace of difficulty in his smile could not be concealed at all.
"Old Zhao, if you really don't have any plans, I can make some arrangements for you..." Zhou Yan took out the second photo from his pocket with a smile and handed it over.
"HLBE branch of Anxin Mall?" Zhao Ruijie was a little surprised and kept looking at Zhou Yan, "How do you know the people from Anxin Mall?"
"is it not OK?"
On the other hand, Lin Junfeng on the side only vaguely felt that the name "Anxin Mall" was a bit familiar: "What does Anxin Mall do?"
"It's a large supermarket that specializes in fresh food. I heard that all the items in it are green or organic food. They are extremely expensive and there are people snatching them..."
Lin Junfeng was a little angry: "Isn't it just organic food? How could someone rob it?"
"The poor are afraid of starving to death, and the rich are afraid of getting sick!"
“It’s all money to burn!”
Zhao Ruijie just smiled and didn't have the nerve to refute his old friend: In his hometown, Anxin helped many herdsmen start ecological breeding. Not only did he help practice improved seeds, but he also sold them at high prices, which made many farmers envious.
…
Feeling "belonging" in their hearts, Lin Junfeng and Zhao Ruijie couldn't stay any longer. They immediately bought their tickets home and embarked on their journey home...
