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Chapter 8 The idea of ??the first pot of gold

It's not a big deal.

At best, it was just a small holiday caused by jealousy among students. After the class bell rang, everyone unanimously refused to mention what had just happened, as if nothing had happened.

Xu Ling sat in his seat, looking over the window and looking at the playground, but his mind was searching through his past memories.

The lack of supplies in 1998 was outrageous, and the entertainment among students was like gyros, playing cards, or playing marbles, which was completely incomparable to the colorful 21st century.

Xu Ling, who was the boss of an Internet company in his previous life, took a break from his busy schedule, learned a combination of elderly exercises with a group of fat bosses, such as fishing, playing chess, and playing golf. Until he gained weight in middle age and his physical strength gradually could not keep up, he consciously went to exercise with a group of young people, and finally fell in love with extreme sports.

Because of this, my wife complained a lot.

Whenever this happens, Xu Ling always hugged his wife and joked: "There is no way. Now that his energy is seriously reduced. If he doesn't exercise, will my little wife still send me to the prairie with the old king next door?"

And whenever this happened, his wife would stretch out her hand to twist Xu Ling with shame and without any ambiguity.

Well, his wife Zhou Xi is six years younger than Xu Ling.

Thinking of his wife, a gentle smile appeared on Xu Ling's face.

As the saying goes, it is easy to share hardships and hardships, but Zhou Xi never despised herself when she was in a downturn. Even if the two of them rented a basement of more than 20 square meters, she could arrange the dim and humid basement neatly and warmly.

She is a woman who is full of gratitude for life. She will never feel bored when she is with her. It is precisely because of those extremely difficult days that the two walked hand in hand until Xu Ling became richer and deeper.

But now.

My wife is still a 10-year-old girl.

Xu Ling couldn't help laughing.

Xu Ling's deskmate is a girl with long hair wearing glasses, named Chen Hui. She has a pretty face, but she doesn't talk much and is introverted. She has no sense of existence in the class like Xu Ling once was.

Until many years later, at a class reunion, the girl's appearance was shocked.

As the saying goes, when a woman changes at an age, Chen Hui's changes are probably the biggest in the entire class. However, perhaps because of her childhood experience, even though Chen Hui had already transformed into a white swan, she still felt a little inferior. In the end, she married an ordinary shopping mall security guard in everyone's jaws.

This incident was mentioned more than once in Xu Ling's circle of friends, and those former classmates were all heartbroken.

Regret too late.

At this moment, Chen Hui looked at Xu Ling slightly, curious about Xu Ling's changes today. It was not until Xu Ling's eyes turned that she lowered her head in panic, but her ears were already covered with a layer of redness.

Xu Ling didn't say anything, rubbed his brows gently, thinking about what to do in this era.

Could it be that you still hang out with a bunch of students all day long?

It was not until a long time that Xu Ling gently patted his head.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Perhaps his thinking has been limited to his previous life, and Internet companies are now money-burning products. Even if Xu Ling has experience, but without startup funds, it will be useless.

In the 21st century, industries that were in full swing, they were easily unacceptable to the local environment when they were in short supply in the 1998s.

However, even in the barren era, it is inseparable from food, clothing, housing and transportation.

You can make a fuss about this.

Xu Ling frowned slightly, then tore off a piece of white paper from the exercise book, recalling the pattern and memories of this era in his mind.

Well, next year, the outer ring road of Hongqi Street will be renovated, and the east-west direction will open to traffic, which will increase the traffic in this area suddenly. This is a good location.

A new cultural expo center will be built on Renmin Road and Central Street, and this area is also good.

This year, Microsoft launched the Chinese version of the operating system. The big guys in later generations flocked in and explored the rules and development direction of the Internet in a blue ocean.

Xu Ling is not in a hurry.

Some things cannot be successful by one step ahead.

He had memories that were twenty years ahead of the world in his mind, so he took out a little of it and it was not difficult to gain a place in this field.

Ultimately, start-up capital is still needed now.

Digging the first pot of gold has always been the most difficult.

Xu Ling painted on the white paper, calculating the minimum startup capital he needed until a moment, and gently tapped the desk with one finger.

Xu Ling suddenly looked up and it turned out that before he knew it, the math teacher was already standing beside him.

The math teacher is Li Cunshan. He is not very old and is a top student who graduated from a well-known university. He should have a bright future. However, I heard that when he graduated from a part-time job a few years ago, half of his palm was cut off due to improper operation of the machine. Since then, Li Cunshan came to Nanyang No. 1 High School to teach.

However, most of his classmates' memories are that Li Cunshan is a black-faced king of hell.

Serious and serious and silent.

In fact, this is also related to his experience. Because of his physical disability, he is a little autistic, but he has a high vision. He looks down on him and looks down on others he looks down on him, so he is still single now.

In his previous life, Xu Ling finally learned about Li Cunshan's news because he was arrested and sentenced for smuggling motorcycles, and there was no news after that.

Li Cunshan didn't say anything, but just frowned and stared at Xu Ling's face for a while, then took the full plan he wrote.

The classroom was quiet.

Wang Gang, behind Li Cunshan, leaned up and glanced at the paper in Li Cunshan's hand, but saw Li Cunshan turn around and sit down in a proper manner.

It took two minutes.

Li Cunshan folded the paper.

His eyes were staring at Xu Ling coldly.

"Listen carefully in class and don't do things that have nothing to do with learning."

Xu Ling nodded with a bitter smile when he heard this.

"Take me to the office after class."

After Li Cunshan finished speaking, he put the paper into his pocket and continued to give a lecture.

"The year is not good."

Xu Ling rubbed his eyebrows with headache.

This day, Lao Zhang may be able to laugh at him.

There was grass in my heart until the end of get out of class that Xu Ling followed Li Cunshan's butt in everyone's surprise and funny eyes.

This guy was also in trouble today. He was caught by Lao Zhang first, but later he got into Qian Qiufei. Well, he has only one class now and was called to the office by the Black-faced King of Hell.

Everyone was talking.

Only after Xu Ling's figure left the classroom, Qin Yan raised her head slightly and stared at the blackboard writing on the blackboard.

A pair of black eyebrows frowned slightly.

This question was clearly explained by the teacher just now.

Why did you forget your thoughts all of a sudden?
Chapter completed!
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