Mr. Bao and his son: Only use Stankang for hair oil

Chapter 50 Get out!Chen Jinhua!
After hearing Guo Chun's question, Bao Guowei thought about it carefully: If it was purely about hobbies, there was nothing in the school club that could attract him.

But you must join this club. After all, the school forces students to participate, which means that there will be many classmates in each club, and most of them have like-minded...

Thinking of this, Bao Guowei seemed to understand the purpose of the school's move to force students to join clubs this time.

The club registration form states that "the club's funds are jointly borne by the new school committee, the provincial education department, and the parent committee."

It doesn't matter that the New School Committee and the Provincial Ministry of Education bear part of the funds, but the organization of the Parents Committee is questionable - although Bao Guowei doesn't know what this organization is, he can guess it just by looking at the name.

Bao Guowei began to look through other documents that were sent, trying to get more information.

One of them is a reminder and precautions about student safety issues, and requires a signature.

There is no need to read this kind of document. Most of it is a statement by the school to shirk responsibility. You can just sign it casually.

Sure enough, there was also a questionnaire to investigate whether any of the parents' occupations worked in the institution - this is probably a component of the Parents' Committee.

In this way, it makes sense.

The members of the Parents Committee must also realize what is the most valuable thing about provincial middle schools.

This common interest group attempts to promote the relationship between students by establishing and supporting associations, allowing students to make friends with each other, and through their respective family backgrounds, in an attempt to form a complementary relationship of social resources in the future.

Provincial high schools will also follow this initiative to expose the originally less obvious communicative attributes and explore their value.

Many parents will be even more committed to this school and hope to send their children to it. In this way, the social status of the school will also rise.

This is a win-win initiative. Both the school and the parents committee members should be involved in the promotion of the club.

From this point of view, not only do you need to join this club, but you also need to choose carefully.

In the future, many organizations will inevitably take various measures to promote interpersonal communication among community members. Bao Guowei is not clear about the specific measures that will be taken.

But no matter what, taking this opportunity to get to know more people and make more friends is equivalent to paving the way for the future.

Guo Chun watched Bao Guowei flipping through these documents, wondering what he was going to do.

Bao Guowei's thoughts flowed very quickly. After thinking for a while, he answered Guo Chun's question:

"I'm going to join the martial arts club, just for exercise, and add a music club at the same time."

Bao Guowei's special ability, brain overload, can not only slow down the perception of time, but also enhance body control. These two points can be said to perfectly meet the requirements of the martial arts club.

Taking advantage of this, Bao Guowei can not only obtain a relatively high status in the martial arts club, making it easier for him to make friends, but also create a new image of himself: a person who is not only good in cultural classes, but also good in sports and fighting. Gifted - all-rounder!
As for joining the music club, Bao Guowei did join it incidentally. He has not had any mature ideas yet and can only think about it slowly in the future.

"You want to join a martial arts club? There are guns these days, and martial arts is really useless. If you want to exercise, you might as well play basketball and learn popular Western fitness methods."

Guo Chun was a little confused. He didn't think as much as Bao Guowei did.

Guo Chun had some disdain for martial arts. He kept a gun at home, called the American M1911, which was a foreign trade version and had a very exquisite shape.

Although this gun is a bit large and inconvenient to carry, it is very powerful. Even the bullets used are thicker than others. One shot can probably kill a wild boar.Guo Chun was confident that those martial arts masters boasted in newspapers would never be able to withstand a single shot.

"I've been doing popular Western fitness exercises. It's actually good to join a martial arts club and learn some martial arts. There are many skills without being overwhelming. Maybe I can open a martial arts gym in the future."

Bao Guowei responded casually that he had no expectation that joining a martial arts club and practicing martial arts would play any role. It was just a way for him to make friends and show off his "all-round talent."

However, in the Republic of China, martial arts schools did exist in almost every city, and they were extremely effective in making money, so many people bought into it.

Although martial arts has become more of a physical exercise thing since the invention of firearms, or even the invention of bows and arrows, this still cannot change people's martial arts culture.

There is a saying that times help heroes. This trend of advocating martial arts has also given birth to many famous martial arts masters.

Bao Guowei rarely paid attention to people such as Ip Man, Huang Feihong, and Fearless. He only occasionally saw them in movies, so he didn't know their birth dates.

I don't know how many of these people are still alive. If I can be lucky enough to see the true face of one of them one day, it will be considered a blessing.

Bao Guowei didn't hesitate anymore and checked two boxes on the registration paper, "Would you like to join us too!"

Guo Chun thought for a while and realized that Bao Guowei must have a reason for doing this, after all, he is so smart; "I'll join the music club and martial arts club too, right?"
With that said, Guo Chun checked two boxes on the club registration form.

Chen Jinhua on the side saw it and naturally joined the same club as the two of them.

"Guo Chun! Our Himalayan team members will join the same club!"

"roll!"

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Lao Bao has been heading into the city since he got off work in the morning. If he came in the afternoon or evening, the shops here might be closed. After all, things have been a bit uneven lately.

After all, as he was getting older, walking became more and more difficult for him. Less than half an hour later, the soles of his feet hurt. When he saw a rickshaw on the road, he had the urge to sit on it and let someone pull him.

But Lao Bao is used to being poor after all. He only wants to serve others and let others give him money. Why should he spend such unjust money if he can walk on his legs?

After walking for a long time, taking breaks for a while, Lao Bao's legs hurt from walking. Finally, we arrived at the commercial street in the city. There were so many people!
so many people!One look at the items here, they are expensive!But this is a place where rich people like to come, and the goods they sell must be good!Lao Bao thought so.

The commercial street in the city center has the most shops, and there are all kinds of shops. Naturally, there will be no shortage of hair oil shops. Lao Bao came here to buy the hair oil he wanted for Bao Guowei, and give him some more. new shoes.

Lao Bao felt very sorry for Bao Guowei. He had to go to school early every morning, but he didn't know what to do. The only thing he could do was to fulfill the request Guowei made yesterday: buy him the hair oil he wanted and give it to him. .

And I heard that all the classmates from wealthy families use this kind of hair oil, so Bao Guowei can't be looked down upon in school.

After walking around for a long time, I found a hair oil shop called Guang Sheng Hong Hairdressing. There was a colorful picture on it, which was a picture of a man's hair growing so long that it flew up. The style was a bit like a cartoon from Japan.

Before he even stepped through the threshold, Lao Bao saw shelves filled with all kinds of hair oils, and a place for haircuts. There was also a lot of hair piled underneath, so he could make the most of this small piece of land. .

Lao Bao was very happy. Just as he was about to walk into the store, he suddenly felt someone pulling on the corner of his clothes.

(End of this chapter)