After winning glory for the country, I became top class!

It has been half an hour since he left the boss's house because he was left to eat dumplings.Not to mention, the boss's mother's craftsmanship is really good, and the dumplings are so delicious.

If in the past, someone told him that a child could start a company and become the boss, Qiao Lin would definitely not believe it.

But now, the facts are in front of his eyes, his boss is underage and ready to start a company.

Be sure to do a good job.

He had a hunch that this time it would definitely take longer.

The first priority now is to complete the tasks assigned to him by his boss and find a suitable office building.Looking for a house, you must find a real estate agency, but Qiao Lin really doesn't need it.Although his career path has been a bit bumpy these years, he still has a lot of contacts.

It must cost a lot of money to find a real estate agency, so he went directly to acquaintances.

The battery car was parked on the side of the road, and Qiao Lin stepped on the ground and was talking on his mobile phone.

"Quanzi, are you free? The old place is waiting for you."

"Brother, what's the matter?"

"Good thing, hurry up."

"Okay, wait for me for a while, I'm accompanying a client to look at the house, and it will be ready soon."

"Forget it, where are you, I will go directly to you."

"Okay, I'm on Nancheng North Road..."

the other side

At this time, Zhao Ma, who had already eaten dumplings, was sitting on the sofa holding her mobile phone in a daze.

Did she forget something?
He reached out and scratched his head.

I glanced at the date on the phone, and there was still time, then turned to look at my daughter, and asked belatedly, "What day is it today?"

Zhao Qinglan was taken aback, and said, "Monday."

Mama Zhao nodded.

"Yeah, that's right, Monday.

"Today is, is it Monday?" She looked at her daughter in shock, "I just said that something was wrong. Today is Monday. You should go to school. Why didn't you go to school?"

She herself was also confused now. After seeing her daughter in the morning, she didn't think much about it, and asked her daughter to chop meat and make dumplings.It was only now that I realized that my daughter didn't go to school today.

Zhao Qinglan: "..."

"I told my dad last night that something might happen today, so I won't go to school in the morning. I thought you heard me."

So, her mother just reacted, and Zhao Qinglan didn't know what to say for a while.

Mother Zhao tapped on her forehead with her mobile phone.

"Maybe I'm a little dizzy. Well, remember to go to school in the afternoon. Mom doesn't object to what you do, but studying is still very important."

Zhao Qinglan nodded to show that he knew.

In the afternoon, Zhao Qinglan went to school...

When school was about to leave, teacher Liu, the head teacher, took a box of chalk and put it on the desk.

"Tomorrow the Education Bureau will come to the school for inspection."

"We need to publish a new blackboard newspaper today. Zhao Qinglan, you write well. Wait a minute, I will leave the writing to you. Xiaoli, Xiaoyun, you are the best painters in our class. Let's work harder today. Going home late."

"Well, it's fine now. Let's start. Come out with the teacher! The rest of the students do their homework and read books by themselves. Don't make noise. There are still ten minutes before school ends."

"is teacher."

It was not the first time that she was asked to write on the blackboard newspaper, so Zhao Qinglan had no objection, and went home after finishing her task.

The blackboard newspaper is the campus playground, where on the wall, every class is responsible for a blackboard, beautifying the campus, everyone is responsible.

The head teacher personally led them to publish the blackboard newspaper. She also held a ruler in her hand, and first drew lines where they needed to write.The rest of the space is set aside for my own students to draw.

Seeing that the teacher and classmates were already getting busy, Zhao Qinglan stood aside and read the manuscript given by the teacher in his hand.That's what she's going to write about.

It must be very simple for primary school students to draw, but it is quite imaginative when you look at it.No, under the guidance of the teacher, Li Li in her class drew a little frog in the pond in the left frame.

Zhao Qinglan wasn't idle either. Seeing that the lines on the teacher's blackboard were drawn, she started her own task.

She had already read the manuscript and remembered it.So next, when she wrote, there was no pause in her hand, which can be said to be done in one go.

Zhao Qinglan's handwriting is vigorous and powerful, flowing freely, and there are slight links between the words.In short, even people who don't know how to do it can see that this word is well written.

The passing teacher saw it and couldn't help but stop and take a look.

"Ms. Liu, Qinglan from your class really writes well."

"Haha, it's okay, the students in your class are also good, especially the one named Lulu." She said so, but anyone could see that she was not saying what she meant.

"This blackboard report in your class must be No.1 again."

"Fortunately, it doesn't matter if you rank or not. The main thing is to participate. Everyone is responsible for beautifying the campus. It can also train children and have a good childhood."

Soon, Zhao Qinglan finished the manuscript.He took a look back while holding the chalk, and nodded with satisfaction.

It's time for school to end now.

There were many more students on the playground, and when they saw the blackboard newspaper, many people stood by and read it.

Looking at the blackboard, which was one-third completed, the class teacher was thinking about what to draw in the largest space left next to it.

When I looked up, I saw Zhao Qinglan put down the chalk and was about to leave. Seeing that she was about to leave, the class teacher waved to her.

"Come on, tell me what is good to draw here, and give me some advice."

Zhao Qinglan was silent.

Glancing at the empty space on the blackboard, he said softly, "It's all fine!"

What a perfunctory answer.

Zhao Qinglan in her class is good at everything, but she is too quiet.Another point, it seems that no matter what, nothing can interest her.

Maybe it was to tease her, the teacher in charge said with a smile: "Why don't you give it a try, Qinglan, drawing a few sunflowers here seems pretty good."

Named by the teacher.

Zhao Qinglan couldn't leave either.

"Let me do it!"

Taking the chalk, Zhao Qinglan stepped forward and glanced at the vacated space. This space is framed and is meant to be painted inside.However, Zhao Qinglan felt that the surrounding frame was limited, and the effect of painting was not good.

I took the blackboard eraser and wiped off the framed area.Sure enough, in this way, it feels spacious and can be played freely.

Zhao Qinglan didn't hesitate, just picked up the brush and drew, each stroke fell casually, and soon, the willow tree fluttering in the wind appeared vividly.

Under the willow tree, a young man in Tsing Yi was reading a book with his back to the crowd.Just looking at the painting can make people feel the feeling of the breeze.In the painting, the branches of the willow tree flutter slightly, and even the headband that the boy tied his hair flutters slightly.

"Wow……"

"This is so beautiful."

There were voices all around.

The hands stopped slightly.

Even if the boy in the painting had his back to her, Zhao Qinglan could recognize at a glance who he was painting.

How could she draw it subconsciously?

After regaining consciousness, Zhao Qinglan picked up the blackboard eraser and wiped it off, leaving only the willow tree alone.Without the young man in Tsing Yi in the painting, he instantly felt something was missing.