Chapter 7 The First Evening Study of Financial Freedom
After seeing the other party cross the road safely, Qin Jian withdrew his gaze and walked into the teller machine.
Just when I was about to insert the card, I found that the page stayed on the balance inquiry page.
【*Xinxin】
[Account balance: 126.4]
"You're careless, why are you in such a hurry?"
After taking out Wu Xinxin's bank card, Qin Jian inserted his own card and tried entering the password 4 times before he entered it correctly.
Click on Balance Inquiry.
"what's the situation?"
Looking at the five digits before the decimal point on the teller machine screen, Qin Jian rubbed his eyes vigorously.
One, two, three, four, five!!!
"That's right, five."
What's happening here?!
Because the school is relatively far from home, Qin Jian basically only goes home once a month, so his monthly living expenses of 1,500 yuan are fixed.
In addition, Qin Jian's daily living expenses are relatively small and he can save a little less every month. According to the time point of December, it is normal to have 2,000 in the card.
But what happened to this [] yuan?!
Qin Jian felt a little dizzy. Could it be that he was reborn with his savings?
"That's not right. If it's true, there should be more than 200,000 in the card."
Qin Jian checked the card number again and made sure it was his card.
Is it money from home?
Qin Jian quickly took out his cell phone and looked through the chat history with his parents. Apart from his mother's normal inquiries and his father's stern instructions, there was no other information pointing to the inexplicable extra 25,000 yuan in savings.
Qin Jian checked the balance again,【】.
Looking at this set of numbers, Qin Jian suddenly thought of an extremely ridiculous possibility.
Rub your hands and pull out the panel. The number of gold coins on the panel is now 25443.
"Is this amount of gold coins already bound to the bank card?"
After swallowing his saliva, Qin Jian's little heart began to fly again, and he quickly calculated in his mind.
【27566-25433=2133】.
If there is a balance of 2133 in the card, it is within the normal range, and the extra 25,000 now is basically consistent with the number of gold coins on the panel.
Is this just some kind of coincidence?
Qin Jian patted his chest and took a deep breath, but it was of no use as his heartbeat continued to beat faster and faster.
If it is really as expected, then the value of this game will have to be re-evaluated.
There is nothing wrong with pursuing art, but artists also need to eat!
Because the operation page has passed the time specified by the system, the bank card pops up.
Qin Jian inserted the card again, entered the password, and clicked to withdraw.
【2000】.
After a swiping sound, a thin and neat pile of Mao Zedong fell at the cashier's desk.
Two minutes later, Qin Jian opened the panel and carefully looked at the number of gold coins in the book...
"W-fuck!!!"
Suddenly, Qin Jian felt his legs go weak.
On the panel, the original number of gold coins of 25,433 has become 23,433. Isn’t the reduced amount of 2,000 now in my hand?
“Is this considered the basic realization of financial freedom?”
After stacking Wu Xinxin's card with his own and putting it back into his pocket, Qin Jian walked out of the teller machine.
It's as if I have entered a new world.
Even the car exhaust on the roadside seems to exude the fragrance of Steinway pianos.
Returning to the cafeteria lightly, the fat man had already finished his third chicken leg.
Qin Jian paid for the meal and joined the meal. The two large bowls of rice were swept away like clouds, and there was not much food left on the table.
The fat man watching on the side was stunned. He knew how much Qin Jian ate, half a steamed bun and half a bowl of rice. What kind of excitement did he have today?
Qin Jian was very satisfied with his first meal after his rebirth. Although Yanjing was full of delicacies, this meal from his hometown was something he could hardly taste even in his dreams.
But the fat man was even more satisfied. He exchanged a pp number for more than half a box of cigarettes, 5 chicken drumsticks and a sumptuous dinner. If he helped Qin Jiannu work harder, then...
On the way to the teaching building, both of them seemed to be in a particularly happy mood.
In the large classroom 201 of the teaching building, many students were already sitting around. After Qin Jian entered the classroom and scanned around, he could still name most of the students, except for a few who looked a bit unfamiliar.
Room 201 is the most important classroom in the art examination class. Music theory classes, sight-singing and ear-training classes, and morning and evening self-study classes are all held here.
In the large square classroom, to the left of the podium is a baby grand piano.
At this time, on the podium, a man with oily hair and gold-rimmed glasses was holding a roster and looking at the brand new watch on his wrist.
Lu Desheng, the school’s dean of education.
As the bell rang, Lu Desheng pinched the collar of his shirt and said loudly in a drake voice:
"Roll call!"
...
"Chen Fan."
"have."
"Li Qiye."
"coming."
"Liu Chen."
"Here, teacher."
…..
"Fang Pingping."
"arrive."
"Zhao Yu."
"Here." The fat man muttered and raised his hand.
After clicking through a list of names, Qin Jian basically remembered every one of his former classmates.
…
"Wu Xinxin."
"Wu Xinxin?" Lu Desheng called Wu Xinxin's name again, raised his head and looked around the classroom, "Where is she?"
"Did you go back to look for your bank card?"
Qin Jian's heart tightened.
"Report." At this moment, a clear and sweet voice sounded from the door, "Sorry, Teacher Lu."
"Come in," Lu Desheng waved his hand, "What's the point? You're still late."
"I'm sorry," Wu Xinxin, who was standing at the door, bowed slightly toward the podium and hurriedly returned to her seat.
It was just the anxious look on his face that anyone could see.
"Okay, everyone, pay attention, I want to announce something important."
"Hey, hey, that Li Qiye is still looking at his cell phone!" Lu Desheng yelled at a round-faced man wearing glasses and holding a cell phone, "I know how to play with my cell phone all day long, and my piano is like shit. You deserve it?"
Those musical instruments worth tens of thousands of dollars?”
Puff puff……
I don’t know which female classmate didn’t cover her mouth, and then the audience burst into laughter.
"Quiet!!!" Lu Desheng slapped the table with his hand several times before the class became quiet.
Lu Desheng pinched his collar again: "Tomorrow afternoon, we will hold a professional mock exam before the art exam in the studio."
"Test, exam tomorrow afternoon?"
"Professional exam? Didn't the monthly exam just end some time ago?"
The lecture in the classroom that had just calmed down once again exploded.
"Listen to me!" Director Lu said anxiously, his voice breaking slightly.
There was another burst of laughter from the audience.
"For tomorrow's exam, Dean Lin from Nanshi Art College will be the judge, so you can weigh the weight of this exam yourself."
"Dean Lin?"
"Lin Jiahui?"
"Is it the old dean?"
"Wow, Mr. Lin is coming to be a judge?!"
"Okay, let's go down and discuss something." Lu Desheng frowned, "The evening self-study begins now. As per the old rules, you are not allowed to play with mobile phones or whisper to each other."
As soon as Director Lu finished speaking, everyone began to whisper about tomorrow afternoon's exam.
For the vast majority of candidates, a big shot like Lin Jiahui is basically invisible in daily life. Not only will he be able to see him alive tomorrow, but he will also serve as a judge for himself. If this old man takes a fancy to him, then
Afterwards, such a small thing as the art exam will become unimportant.
"Brother Jian, what do you think?"
The fat man also whispered into Qin Jian's ear and asked.
Qin Jian looked at Lu Desheng's shining front teeth on the podium and thought for a moment: