In the morning, during class time, the teacher started a new round of hypnosis. Fang Hui was bored, glanced at the stage, and carefully took out her mobile phone to play with it.
This section is English, her least favorite class.
As soon as she turned on the data, her phone vibrated instantly, and then a reminder for the payment of more than three million yuan popped up. The phone number and bank card were bound together, and she would know whenever there was a payment.
But she had never encountered such a large amount of income. Fang Jing never paid more than three hundred and five hundred.
Fang Hui was so excited that her heart was beating wildly. Her hands holding the phone couldn't help shaking. She read it three times. Yes, it was more than three million.
Could it be that Fang Jingliang found out and sent her money? But it doesn’t need so much, right? I just want to buy a laptop recently, and three thousand or two thousand is enough.
"Fang Hui, what are you doing!!"
An angry roar pulled her back from the world of money. When she looked up, the black-faced teacher came down from the podium in a menacing manner.
*****, one second I was in heaven, the next second I was in hell.
This teacher is very vicious. She caught Chen Qi playing a game last time. She took her cell phone to the podium and left it there, selling more than a dozen heads. She was scolded by her teammates and was reported to the police in the end.
"Take it out!"
"Teacher, I was wrong."
You have to admit your mistakes when you make them, and you have to stand upright when you are beaten. Fang Hui knows this very well, and being stubborn with the teacher is the number one taboo.
"Take it out, I don't want to say it a second time."
From the desk box, Fang Hui slowly took out an old mobile phone, a semi-smart one. Most of the paint on the back cover was corroded by hand sweat. The black and white pattern was gorgeous, full of simplicity and history.
The screen was hit hard, and a ten-centimeter scar stretched from the eye to the chin, and a copper-green line was faintly visible on the forehead.
The previous owner of this artifact was Fang Hui. He followed her through wind and rain, accompanying her for countless days and nights, and fighting in the classroom again and again.
She is a nostalgic person. Although she got a new mobile phone, she couldn't bear to throw it away. She kept it with her to remind herself that everything today was hard-won.
By the way, I can deal with Fang Jing and the teacher, such as the current situation.
"Teacher, I'm sorry." Fang Hui's eyes were foggy, and his mouth was pursed.
She didn't know why, but she felt that she was in a bad state today. When she thought about those millions, she felt a little out of sorts, and she felt like laughing for no reason.
Especially looking at the teacher's face.
No, I have to hold it back, I can't laugh.
Squeezing her thighs, Fang Hui's face twitched slightly. She endured it very hard, and the corners of her depressed mouth began to rise.
The atmosphere solidified...
"Hahahahaha!!"
The teacher was stunned by the sudden laughter.
"Pfft! Hahaha!!" Lin Qiuyue couldn't bear it anymore when she saw Fang Hui's nose bubbling with laughter.
Laughter is contagious. When they saw Fang Hui going crazy, many people laughed too.
"Teacher, I'm reporting that Fang Hui also has a new mobile phone." Someone in the crowd shouted, and Fang Hui's smile stopped abruptly.
Who is this unethical person? Who has the ability to stand up?
Gently waving Lin Qiuyue aside, the English teacher bent down and took out a new mobile phone from Fang Hui's desk box, with the screen still on.
Seeing the above three million payment information, the teacher finally understood why this kid was so happy.
At the same time, I was a little surprised. I couldn't tell that the poorest kid in the class was actually a rich man.
"Hey, are you Fang Hui's parent?"
A few minutes later, Fang Jing received a strange call. He was about to hang up, but he didn't react until he heard Fang Hui's name.
This tone of voice is inexplicably familiar.
"Yes, yes, are you?"
"I am her teacher. Are you a little careless parent? How could you transfer such a large sum of money to your child's account?"
Fang Jing was stunned, "What money?"
Didn't he remember to transfer money to Fang Hui? He usually transfers three hundred and five hundred slowly. This is also a large sum of money?
"Three million, the money just arrived on her phone, wasn't it transferred by you?" On the other end, Fang Jing clearly heard a lowered voice.
"Three hundred...oh! Got it, it was transferred to me by the client. It was transferred to the wrong person. I'm sorry for causing you trouble. I'll transfer it right away."
Fang Jing remembered that this seemed to be the publishing fee paid by the publisher. The Condor Author account had always used Fang Hui's ID card, and the bank card was also kept by her.
The previous transaction with Tencent was through the company's account, so the money was naturally not included. Otherwise, with so much money added up, he suspected that the girl might run away in a minute.
"I have communicated with your parents. The mobile phone will be temporarily confiscated. I will return it to you at the end of the semester. Remove the phone card and give it to me after class."
The English teacher came back from the corridor and showed Fang Hui the call record. It was indeed that he had just spoken to Fang Jing on the phone.
Ten minutes later, after class, Fang Jing called again. There was no money left in the card, and the new phone was gone.
After working hard for a whole year, she returned to the pre-liberation period one night. There was an old semi-smartphone on the table. Fang Hui wanted to cry and hit it hard with her fist, blaming the damn news.
"Shut down the phone first, the battery will run out in a while." Lin Qiuyue helped shut down the semi-smart phone.
She knew that this phone could be charged for two hours and could be used for five minutes of talk time.
"Alas!" Fang Hui sighed heavily. She lost all her strength and lay on the table listlessly. Her notebook was ruined, and she had saved two thousand yuan during this period.
This money can buy two new mobile phones, but with Fang Jing's current level of vigilance, it may be even more difficult to save money in the future.
Forget it, just make do with it. We’ll talk about the future later. Anyway, the end of the semester isn’t far away, just over a month.
Fang Hui skillfully turned on the phone, closed background applications, clicked the power saving mode, and put the phone in his pocket.
Holding her shoulders, Lin Qiuyue smiled and said, "It's okay, I can give you my mobile phone to play with, but you can only play at home."
"Forget it, I won't play anymore, it's not fun."
If she is still in the mood to play with her mobile phone at this time, then she is really missing a chord.
She is not a mobile phone person. It is just because she is bored in class. She changed her mobile phone to look better. Otherwise, there are luxury cars, computers, and tablets in Fangjing Villa, and she would not be able to play with them.
"By the way, why did you suddenly have a convulsion just now?"
"My brother transferred the wrong account, I thought it was for me." Fang Hui was still depressed when she mentioned this.
"Hahaha, you really dare to think."
…
At Nanjing Entertainment, Fang Jing met Yang Zi and Xiong Li. They were now completely separated from Happy World. Wang Jinsong came over after filming. Only Shen Hao was still wasting time.
That guy is a vampire, and even though people are willing to let him go, he still won't leave, saying that he wants to reduce the liquidated damages, and is preparing materials to file a lawsuit.
I have been working for several years, and I have made a lot of money for the company over the years, from endorsements, film and television, and variety shows, among which I have split a lot of money. The lawsuit will probably not be resolved for a while.
"Old Xiong, thank you for your hard work. There are not many artists in the company now. You can help train them. If possible, select a few talents. New people will join after a while. You will still be the manager."
"Understood, I understand!" Xiong Li nodded heavily. He thought Fang Jing wanted to test him.
But Fang Jing really didn't mean that. He knew Fatty Xiong was capable.
The reason why I was waiting was because I wanted to wait for news that a giant TV drama company would disband its artist department.