shock!The vase in the entertainment industry was reborn to become a god of learning

Chapter 52

"President, President, you should give me this opportunity, what level of group is Yuanda, he is a small lobby manager, don't mess up the project then."

"Besides, I have the contacts and resources of Yongrui Fund. How can he compare with me?"

The governor stopped and sighed.

"Xiao Song, I know you are very dissatisfied, but there is no other way, you should bear with it this time."

Hua Luo patted Song Qi on the shoulder, turned around and left.

He underestimated this Zhang Jian, who usually looked at him silently, who knew that he had connections with the Yuanda Group.

Song Qi held back his anger, and when he saw Zhang Jian walking towards him, he gave him a hard look.

Zhang Jian himself is still at a loss.

But since the project has fallen into his hands, Zhang Jian will still work hard.

After handing over the work at hand to his colleagues, Zhang Jian began to connect with new projects.

The better thing is that he also has an independent office. Although it is a bit small, the sparrow is small, but it has all internal organs.

The person in charge of the headquarters and Yuanda arrived in the afternoon, and Zhang Jian was in charge of picking them up at the airport.

"Xiaoyuan, is the company's bus available? I'm going to the airport to pick up clients in the afternoon."

Xiaoyuan subconsciously glanced at the direction of Song Qi's office, stood up slowly, and said falteringly: "Zhang... Manager Zhang, the car was borrowed by Director Song."

Zhang Jian frowned.

After thinking about it, he walked over and knocked on the door: "Director Song, can you lend me the car in the afternoon? My business is urgent."

"Hey, you dare to steal the car from me. You are in a hurry, so I am not in a hurry? At noon, I am going to have dinner with Mr. Yu from Tianhong Fund. Mr. Yu is a big customer of the bank. Can you offend me?" ?”

"Besides, you are also the manager of a fund project, so you have to be worth it, right? You don't even have a car, so how can you convince the headquarters and Yuanda people that you can take charge of such a big project?"

Zhang Jian took a deep breath: "Director Song, I remember you have a car."

Song Qi nestled in the chair, with his legs crossed on the desk, turning the car keys in his hand, with a wicked smile on his face.

"My car is being maintained. Otherwise, you can go to the president and see if the president will lend you the car."

Zhang Jian took a deep look at Song Qi, and finally went to find the president.

Song Qi snorted coldly.

"Director Song." The subordinate walked in with a cup of coffee.

"Will the president blame you? After all, he has entrusted such a big project to him."

"Hehe." Song Qi replied with a sneer.

Soon, Zhang Jian came out of the president's office with a sullen face.

The subordinate flattered him: "Director Song, you are really amazing."

Song Qi curled his lips, "Okay, let's go to work."

The old fox of the president, Song Qi has been dealing with him for so long, but he knows his mind clearly.

Give a sweet jujube another slap, and you are well versed in the way of serving water.

"Brother Zhang, won't the president agree to lend you a car?"

A little girl with a round face walked over cautiously and asked.

This girl is an intern and also Xiaoyuan who just spoke. Like Zhang Jian, she does dirty work.

Zhang Jian heaved a long sigh in frustration.

Song Qi was right, even if the president entrusted him with such a big project, he didn't have the strength.

Can't even get a car.

"Brother Zhang, why don't you go to the second-hand market to rent a car, but I'm afraid I won't have enough time."

Madoka suggested.

Seeing that it was lunch time, most of them went to the cafeteria except the staff on duty.

At this time, someone shouted at the back door of the canteen: "Manager Zhang, someone is looking for you."

In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to the past.

A thin and tall figure walked in. At first glance, one felt that this person was too slender and tall, with a peaked cap on his head, and his small cheeks were almost completely covered by the brim of the hat, revealing only a smooth curve of the jaw, mysterious. And full of an indescribable sense of atmosphere.

"An'an?" Zhang Jian stepped forward quickly.

"How did you come?"

The girl looked up, and everyone was disappointed.

It's not that it's not good-looking, it just loses that sense of atmosphere, and it's a bit bland.

Shen Youan shook the lunch box in his hand: "The doctor specifically told you not to eat food with heavy oil and salt these days, so I brought you a meal."

"Yo, Xiao Zhang, is this little girl your daughter? How caring."

Sister Zhao, who has the longest experience in the unit, said with a smile.

The haze in Zhang Jian's heart gradually dissipated, and he said with a smile: "This is my niece, An An."

Shen Youan smiled and nodded: "You are Miss Zhao. I often hear my uncle mentioning you, and I usually take good care of him."

Girls talk freely and gracefully, which is very easy to make people feel good.

The smile on Sister Zhao's face became more eager, and she moved away from the seat beside her: "Little girl, sit here."

Shen Youan sat down politely, and Zhang Jian sat opposite.

Shen Youan opened the lunch box, there were four dishes and one soup.

Steamed sea bass, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, vegetarian abalone with mushrooms, fried shrimp with celery, carrot and pig's feet soup with wolfberry.

Not only is it nutritious and delicious, but the color matching also makes people feel very healed.

"Little girl, did you do this?"

Shen Youan picked up a disposable paper bowl and filled a bowl of soup with a smile, and placed it in front of Sister Zhao.

"Try it and say it."

It smelled so delicious that Sister Zhao took a sip without being polite.

"Yeah, it's so delicious, huh? The taste is a bit familiar."

Shen Youan put another bowl in front of Zhang Jian: "You think highly of me, how can I have such a good craftsmanship, it will be good if I don't fry the kitchen."

"Haha, let me tell you, this is Wangyuelou's signature dish, once you drink it, you will never forget it."

Wangyuelou is a national chain of high-end catering brands, and ordinary people can't afford it. She also had a meal with a nobleman once before.

Zhang Jian looked at her silently, but his niece was not an easy one.

Shen Youan pushed the dish to the middle: "Sister, you can eat too."

"It's... not very good."

The food in the cafeteria was unpalatable, and after seeing the food Shen Youan brought, it was even more difficult to swallow.

But you still have to be polite.

Zhang Jian said at this time: "Sister, I can't eat alone, you can help me solve it, don't waste food."

Sister Zhao readily agreed and was very docile in her heart.

Song Qi watched this scene from afar and snorted coldly.

It will pull the relationship.

But this big sister Zhao is a cunning trick, the trick of sugar-coating cannonballs is useless to her.

"An'an, can I call you that?" Sister Zhao asked as usual.

"of course can."

"I see you are still a student? Is school starting soon?"

"Well, report for the first day of high school the day after tomorrow."

"High school, my daughter will take the high school entrance examination next year, which high school are you from?"

Sister Zhao just asked casually.

"Lanya High School."

"Ahem..." Sister Zhao choked, and turned to look at the calm girl beside her.

"What high school?"

Zhang Jian said with a smile: "You heard me right, Lanya High School, my niece is so smart, she never let me worry about her studies since she was a child."

Sister Zhao thought of something, and suddenly looked at the girl seriously: "Zhang Jian, what's your niece's name?"

Zhang Jian usually kept a low profile and never showed it off in the workplace, so his colleagues in the workplace never knew that he had a niece who was the top scorer in the high school entrance examination.

This time, Zhang Jian straightened his back and said proudly, "My niece is called Shen You'an."

Sister Zhao gasped suddenly, and couldn't hold the chopsticks steadily in her hand.

"Shen You'an, the number one in the senior high school entrance examination in Qingzhou City this year? Zhang Jian, you are so good at hiding. The number one in the high school entrance examination is actually your niece."

The colleagues at the next table who were eavesdropping were all surprised when they heard this, and they all looked at the girl with a cold temperament.

Nowadays, people attach great importance to education and firmly believe in the life creed that knowledge can change destiny. Therefore, they have been rolled up from the beginning of the fetus. From childhood to adulthood, all kinds of cram schools and competition classes have not been missed. Cultivate children's artistic cells outside of these cram schools, such as dance, ballet, piano and painting, what if a blind cat catches a dead mouse, especially Qingzhou is a big province of education, this kind of horrible chicken baby atmosphere has spread to every household family.

However, children under this kind of exam-oriented education have a strong ability to resist pressure and learn, but they lack flexible thinking, and no matter how hard they work, their IQ will reach that point.

Parents are ordinary people with ordinary IQ. No matter how hard a child whips them, it is impossible to become a genius in one fell swoop. Even under this kind of horrible suppression education, many children will have psychological problems in their adolescence. Such psychological problems Severe enough to affect a lifetime.

Ms. Zhao’s child is a vivid example. She enrolls her child in various cram schools since she was a child, hoping that her child can lay a solid foundation for her. Turn around and blame her.

But the child didn't understand her painstaking efforts. So much money and energy had been invested in the child's education, but what she got in return was consistent grades and hateful and rebellious eyes.

The child even wrote homework late at night, and suddenly cried and growled. She hates studying. She is just an ordinary person. Why does her mother insist on forcing her to become a talent? The equation was scolded by the teacher in class the next day.

Sister Zhao was even angrier. She pointed to the balcony and said, "Jump, jump if you have the ability. If you jump on the front foot, your mother and I will follow you on the back foot."

As a result, the mother and daughter hugged each other and cried.

What can she do? This social rule is like this.

Why did she know that this Shen You'an was the No. [-] student in the senior high school entrance examination this year?

Because once she accidentally saw a cartoon character drawn on her daughter's notebook, with the person's name and profile written next to it. What's even more outrageous is that her daughter stuck the little figure on the wall and kowtowed day and night.

She thought her daughter had gone crazy in her studies, but her daughter said: "She is my idol, we all call her Xueshen, she is super good, we will worship her before every exam, and hope Xueshen can bless us to get the ideal grades in the exam. "

I don't know if it's the effect of psychological hints, but since worshiping the God of Learning, my daughter's academic performance has indeed improved.

She herself felt amazing.

Therefore, the Xue Shen whose daughter worshiped every day was sitting beside her, and she even ate the food brought by him, feeling like dreaming for a while.

Zhang Jian smiled honestly: "Sister, you never asked me."

If the yelling is everywhere, it will be showing off, and the influence will not be good.

"An'an." Sister Zhao rubbed her hands carefully.

"My niece, she is your little fan. I have regarded you as an idol since I was a child..."

Sister Zhao was a little embarrassed, her daughter was probably one year younger than Shen You'an.

"See if there is a chance, give me some pointers for my daughter..."

Is this request too cheeky?
Sister Zhao couldn't take care of so much anymore, so she went all out.

Shen You'an smiled slightly, "How about this, I have some notes from my review in the third grade of junior high school. I don't know if it will be helpful to Qianqin. I'll ask my uncle to bring them to you tomorrow."

Notes of the number one scholar, this is something that no amount of money can buy.

Sister Zhao was so excited that she didn't know what to say, "An'an, let me treat you to dinner."

"No, you usually take good care of my uncle, and I should help you."

Sister Zhao looked at the girl's sincere smile, and felt really sorry in her heart.

What to take care of, take care of, she has always been a spectator, and she has never taken care of Zhang Jian.

Now that I have received the favor of my niece, it will be unreasonable not to take care of her in the future.

Sister Zhao patted her thigh, "Xiao Zhang, don't you want to use the car? Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you."

Call as soon as you talk, and you can get it done in a few words.

"Mercedes-Benz customized business car, drive directly into the parking lot at the door later, it will definitely not embarrass you."

Zhang Jian was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked at Shen Youan who was opposite him.

Shen Youan put a shrimp in Zhang Jian's bowl, and said softly, "Uncle, eat."

Song Qi jumped angrily, this old woman is doing something bad again.

The colleague said in a low voice, "I also want the champion's notes."

Who wouldn't love the temptation from the champion.

Song Qi is not uncommon, maybe he has been married for several years and has no children, so he can't feel the pain and anxiety of chicken babies
~
After the president learned about this, he just sighed with emotion.

Zhang Jian is hiding something.

Then he found an excuse to call Zhao Hong in, and asked her insincerely if she could make an extra copy of the champion's notes, that brat in his family was about to take the high school entrance examination.

"President, this is not very good. This is student Shen's privacy. How can I spread it in private? Why don't you ask Xiao Zhang, how can you say that you are also his leader..."

The elder's face darkened, and he licked his face and begged him just after he was slapped, is he shameless as the president?

Zhao Hong secretly rolled his eyes, the old fox, who wants to sit back and enjoy the success without giving any favors, looks ugly and thinks he is beautiful.

On the other side, after Shen Youan left the bank, he took the bus to the city library.

On the bus, I received a call from Shen Huailu.

"Student Shen, school starts the day after tomorrow, have you prepared your speech?"

Shen Youan enjoyed the pulsation of the afternoon sun and the hot wind, and lazily said: "Sorry, Teacher Shen, I forgot."

Shen Huailu took a deep breath: "It's okay, Student Shen, one day is enough."

"I'll call you again at this time tomorrow."

As soon as Shen Huailu hung up the phone, he received a call from the secretary office of the group headquarters.

"Have the freshman speakers for the opening ceremony been selected?"

"Student Shen You'an, no one is more suitable than her."

"I don't feel right."

Shen Huailu frowned: "Does the group have better candidates?"

"Didn't you get the latest freshman list?"

Shen Huailu glanced at the list of high school freshmen spread out on the table, "So?"

"Gu Bichen, who was dug out from Jingzhou with a lot of money by the group, and Yan Lu, who came from Spring City, are the champions of each province this year, especially this student Gu, who won the gold medal in the mathematics and physics competitions for middle school students in junior high school, setting a new record. Records, he won the second prize in the CC computer competition at the beginning of this year, not to mention his excellent performance in art competitions, he is also one of the top ten youth pioneers in Jingzhou City, and shot a city promotional video on behalf of Jingzhou City Due to the consideration of the image of the group, I think this classmate Gu is more suitable to speak as a freshman representative."

Shen Huailu listened to the other party talking for a while, was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "Those are just the leftovers from my classmate Shen's elementary school. What is the co-author out of the consideration of the group's image? Isn't it just good-looking? Shen Huailu Classmates are not ugly, but you are still in the education industry, do you understand discrimination based on appearance?"

"Besides, no matter how outstanding student Gu is, she was not trained by the Lanya Group. After graduation, she patted her butt and left. Can you call her ungrateful? Student Shen is different. She was grown up by all of us. , the feeling is not ordinary."

"Director Shen, I'm calling to inform you, not to discuss with you."

"I just don't agree, why don't you fuck me up, and find whoever you want, I won't serve you anymore."

After Shen Huailu finished cursing, he hung up the phone and fanned the wind with his hands angrily.

The Lanya Group is rich and powerful, but at the same time, the disadvantages are also obvious, that is, the style of capitalists is too serious, and everything is based on interests, and it does not say anything.

As soon as he got the freshman list, he read it.

This classmate Gu Bichen is very good, very good, it can be said that he is not inferior to classmate Shen, but so what.

He is like someone else's child, no matter how good he is, he can't put it in his own bowl. Student Shen is different, his own child looks good everywhere.

How can anyone not take care of their own children and go to take care of other people's children? Even if they come to their own home, they are also boarding, is it the same as children from childhood to adulthood?

Shen Huailu disagreed, and there was nothing the group could do.

~
In a huge manor in the western suburbs of Jingzhou.

On the balcony on the second floor, the boy leaned against the railing and received a call from the Lanya Group Secretariat.

The young man raised his brows slightly, and there was a slight smile on his lips: "I see, I'm sorry to trouble you."

After hanging up the phone, the young man chewed on a name with a touch of tenderness.

"Shen Youan..."

Really, really looking forward to it.

"Master." The servant knocked on the door of the room.

"Come in."

The servant pushed open the door of the room, but did not come in. He stood at the door and said respectfully: "Miss Xingshuang learned that you will leave for Qingzhou tomorrow, so she came here to see you off. Madam, please go downstairs."

"Understood, I'll change clothes and go down."

The living room is full of fun.

"Grandma Gu, I read on the Internet that Qingzhou is poor and far away from Jingzhou. Why did you let brother Bichen go to school so far away? Jingzhou obviously has the best educational resources. Isn't this looking for distance?"

The old lady patted the back of Leng Xingshuang's hand with a smile: "The Lanya Group is also well-known throughout the country. The chairman of their group came to the house in person and spared no expense to invite you, Brother Bichen. You know that kid's temper. He is the one who likes challenges the most, Lanya High School is full of geniuses, how can your elder brother Bichen hold his breath?"

Leng Xingshuang lowered his head somewhat disappointed: "It's a pity that I'm too stupid to be admitted to Lanya High School, and I can't go to school with brother Bichen."

Soon a smug smile appeared on her face again: "Even if there are many geniuses, Brother Bichen will still be the genius among the geniuses. No one can compare with him."

"Thank you, brother." Gu Bichen, who was wearing casual clothes, came down from upstairs.

Leng Xingshuang cupped his face, eyes full of stars.

The old lady looked at her grandson with satisfaction and pride.

"Brother Bichen, Ah Wu and the others found out that you were leaving, so they organized a practice party for you, why don't you come and play with us..."

The old lady said with a smile: "You don't have to accompany me, the old woman, you young people can go to play together, but remember to go home at night. Your parents will come back tomorrow morning and they will personally send you to the plane."

"Aunt and uncle coming back? That's great." Leng Xingshuang was even happier than Gu Bichen.

In Gu Bichen's calm eyes, there was finally a ripple, and he pursed his lips, "Okay, I'll be back early."

~
Inside a box in the Crown Clubhouse.

The smoke was lingering, and the coughing person almost burst into tears.

The young man stood stiffly, his hands hanging by his sides clenched tightly into fists, his handsome face was morbidly pale, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing violently.

The boy is patient.

"How old is this thin-skinned and tender-skinned one?" The man's greasy and provocative voice sounded very uncomfortable.

Ding Meng immediately apologized and said with a smile: "This kid is 13 years old this year. Although he is thin and small, he has practiced dancing since he was a child, but he has abdominal muscles. If you don't believe me, pull it up and show it to Mr. Han."

The boy stood stiffly, motionless.

Mr. Han pulled his face down: "This kid looks quite tempered, I like it."

Those who sat with him all laughed meaningfully.

Ding Meng narrowed her eyes, gritted her teeth and said, "A'Ning, didn't you hear what I said?"

The boy suddenly turned his head and rushed out.

No longer caring about the torrential flood behind him, he ran desperately in the corridor, as if in this way he could leave everything he hated behind.

He rushed into the bathroom in one breath, hid in the innermost compartment, locked the door behind him, curled up in the corner with his arms around his legs, and let the boundless darkness envelope him.

"Grandma, Ah Ning misses you so much..."

Burning hot and merciless flames, destroying everything, swept towards him.

The little boy stood blankly, seeing the beam fall, a soft embrace rushed over.

The pungent smoky smell can't stop the clean scent of saponins in the embrace, with the smell of sunshine and rain.

On that face where the facial features could no longer be distinguished, there were horrible scars from the flames, only a pair of eyes, so bright and warm.

The fire hit in an instant, swallowing up the brilliance, and it was eternal darkness from then on.

"Do not……."

The boy yelled and suddenly woke up from his nightmare.

Before I knew it, my head was covered in cold sweat.

The young man raised his hand and wiped his cheeks. At some point, tears had already flowed all over his face.

In the clear eyes, there seemed to be a boundless sea of ​​fire, which burned his reason and took away his happiness.

He laughed, but that laugh was sadder than crying.

"Why do you want to save me?"

Wouldn't it be nice to just die like that?

This world is disgusting and I'm exhausted.

The young man propped himself up, his legs had long been numb unconsciously, but he didn't notice it, and walked out by propping himself up against the wall.

"Be careful……."

As soon as Gu Bichen came out of the bathroom, he saw the person next to him fall to the side.

He quickly helped him up.

The boy didn't look at him, but withdrew his hand, like a numb walking dead, shaking and drifting away.

Gu Bichen frowned, why was this young man so lifeless that he seemed to be as old as him?

He didn't want to be nosy at first, but for some reason, this young man worried him inexplicably, so he subconsciously chased after him.

When he chased out of the bathroom, the boy's figure had disappeared into the aisle without a trace.

"Bichen, why did it take you so long to urinate? Could it be that you dare not play the next game?"

A good friend came over to make fun of him, seeing him staring in the direction of the corridor and frowning, he couldn't help asking, "What are you looking at?"

Gu Bichen shook his head: "It's nothing, let's go."

When Gu Bichen returned to the box, he was greeted with ribbons and cheers all over the sky. Like a victorious king, wherever he went, he was accompanied by flowers and applause.

On this night, some people are proud of the spring breeze, and some people's hearts are ashamed.

A heavy rain washes everything away, and when the sun rises, it shines on the rain and dew, and it is a brand new day.

~
Shen Youan ran around the Qingshui River in the morning, and when he reached Hui'an District, he suddenly found a newly built tall building rising from the ground.

Shen Youan subconsciously stopped, staring at the direction of the building in a daze.

At this time, a circle of people surrounded the flower bed in front of them.

"I think it's better to call 120. The child looks very bad. Could it be that he is sick?"

"What about the parents? It's too irresponsible for such a young child."

"It rained all night last night, didn't this child also get wet all night?"

"The whole body is wet, I can't see it."

"Is there some mental problem..."

A group of passers-by chattered.

Shen You'an was about to leave, but for some reason, he turned around and walked over to push away the crowd.

The boy lay curled up in a ball in the flower bed, his face was flushed, he was unconscious, and he seemed to be muttering something.

Shen Youan knelt down and touched his head, and found that his body was scalding hot.

She immediately picked him up, there was a clinic nearby, and it would be too late to wait for the ambulance from the hospital.

"Hey little girl, do you know him? If you don't know him, don't mind your own business and call the police. Otherwise, what if his family blackmails you?"

Shen Youan left without stopping: "Nothing is more important than human life."

The young man on his back opened his eyes weakly, and a cold voice came from his ear.

And half of the side profile looming in the turbulent sight.

A ray of sunlight in the morning fell on that face, and for a moment, it seemed that a ray of light shone into his dark world.

Drowsiness hit, and he passed out completely.

After being given antipyretic injections, the boy fell asleep peacefully.

Shen Youan rummaged through the young man, but there was no mobile phone or wallet.

Could it be that someone touched it away?

Seeing the young man sleeping soundly, Shen Youan thought that he might as well call the police.

She had already taken out her cell phone, and when she was about to dial, the boy dreamed of something, and suddenly waved his hands in the air, knocking the cell phone out of Shen Youan's hand.

Then the screen shattered.

Shen Youan smiled angrily.

Then she took the boy home.

Zhang Jian has been busy with fund projects these days, leaving early and returning late.

Now that there is no one at home, she puts the boy in an empty room.

The two rooms are connected by a balcony, and Shen You'an settled him down before returning to his bedroom and taking out the original programming book that he borrowed from the city library yesterday.

When she was a child, she closed the book, got up and walked to the balcony to look far away, so that her eyes could get a full rest.

In order to concentrate while studying, the mobile phone is usually silent.

She was also used to it, when she suddenly remembered that her phone had been broken.

Well, it was all the fault of the kid next door, who woke up and asked him to pay for his phone.

But it's really inconvenient not to have a mobile phone, Shen Youan is going to go out and buy one in the afternoon.

The whole morning passed like this, and Shen Youan was hungry, so she went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator to see if there was anything to eat.

Everything else is fine, except that she is really not good at cooking.

Shen Youan didn't want to learn either, it was a waste of time.

Zhang Jian knew his niece well, even though he was busy with work, he did not forget to prepare meals for her.

The prepared dishes are sealed in a safety box and placed in the refrigerator, and the time for heating the dishes in the microwave oven is marked on the top with a sticky note.

The rice is in the rice cooker, just press it to heat the rice.

When Shen Youan was about to eat a hot meal, he looked up and saw the young man standing at the door of the room, looking over with a pair of pitiful eyes.

Like a puppy waiting to be fed.

　Finally met, excited

　　
　
(End of this chapter)