When the train arrived at the station, Fang Chen got down and took a deep breath, instantly feeling like he was alive again.

It goes without saying that the air in Hangzhou is stronger than the smell on the train. It is even better for Fang Chen to adapt to than the air in Lingnan.

As a northerner, Fang Chen still can't get used to the humid weather in Lingnan. Even in January and February, the air in Lingnan is filled with moisture, making him want to take a shower three times a day.

No wonder Lingnan people have to earn more money, otherwise they can’t even pay for bathing water.

Lingnan's annual freshwater consumption reaches 100 billion cubic meters, ranking first in the country and 1.6 times that of the second place.

After getting into a taxi, Fang Chen said directly to the driver: "Master, Hangcheng Electronic Industry College."

Wu Maocai was unhappy again, "Master Jiu, we really want to find that ugly guy."

He had always looked down on Ma Yun from the bottom of his heart. He felt that Ma Yun was shorter, thinner, and ugly than him. He was a university teacher and was not as good as him in mathematics. He didn't know why Master Jiu looked down upon Ma Yun so much, and even specifically

Come find Ma Yun.

"You have to find a translator when you go to the Soviet Union. How about you translate Russian for me?"

Fang Chen shook his head helplessly. He really couldn't figure out where Wu Maocai's confidence came from.

After hearing this, Wu Maocai was dumbfounded. If he spoke English, he had learned a lot during this period, and he might be able to speak a few words, but he couldn't speak Russian.

I went to Hangcheng Electronic Industry College and found that Ma Yun was not there. The teacher at the school said that Ma Yun had set up a translation agency on Jiefang Road. If there were no classes in the school, Ma Yun would be there.

When the taxi arrived at Jiefang Road, Fang Chen looked at the small plaque at the entrance of the store, Haibo Translation Agency, and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

His butterfly wings fluttered again. He remembered that Ma Yun should have established the Haibo Translation Agency next year.

Wu Maocai muttered, "That's really bad!"

Then he followed Fang Chen in with his head held high. As the secretary to the president of Little Overlord, he was naturally qualified to despise Haibo Translation Agency, a small-time loser who didn't know if he had any business.

As soon as he walked through the door of the translation agency and passed through a narrow aisle, Fang Chen heard Ma Yun's voice.

"I think the money spent is worth it."

"Because like me, I am a teacher, and my wife is also a teacher. When it comes to money, we really don't have much. The few dollars from the school are just enough for the family to live on. The money saved can be invested here."

"Like Jin Jing, she has only been working for a year or two, and she still borrowed money from her parents..."

Ma Yun was halfway through his words when he suddenly froze and shouted overjoyed: "Boss!"

Everyone was stunned, they had never heard of Teacher Ma having any other boss.

Everyone looked sideways, and were dumbfounded when they saw Fang Chen. He was actually a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, not even older than their students, and he was Teacher Ma's boss.

After a few words of greeting, Ma Yun quickly invited Fang Chen to his seat and asked with a smile: "Boss, why did you come suddenly without notifying me?"

Fang Chen smiled and waved his hand, "Should I write you a letter to inform you?"

Ma Yun nodded naturally.

Fang Chen burst into laughter. For Ma Yun and the others, writing letters to communicate is a normal operation, but for Fang Chen, who is used to making phone calls, sending WeChat messages, and working paperless, it is really a painful thing.

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It has been so long since he was reborn that he only wrote letters to Li Qiming, and even if he contacted Su Yan, he only made phone calls.

Although it is a bit special, who asked Su Yan to install a telephone in her home? It is rare to see a telephone in a private house in the country, maybe one in a thousand.

"Why did you think of setting up a translation agency?" Fang Chen looked around and asked.

"It's a small fight, just a group of colleagues and our students trying to make more money to support their families."

Ma Yun smiled nonchalantly, but judging from his expression, he was still quite proud.

"But speaking of it, this was still influenced by you. It was during the period when I was working for you that the couple made a lot of money and broadened our horizons. That's when we came up with the idea of ​​starting a business."

"If one of these two was missing, there would be no Haibo Translation Agency." Ma Yun said with a smile.

"Yes, it's pretty good. You've finally entered the sea."

Fang Chen rubbed his nose, now he knew how to flap his butterfly wings.

Everyone at Haibo Translation Agency looked at Fang Chen with really subtle expressions. After Ma Yun said this, they knew who Fang Chen was. The co-author was the young genius whom Ma Yun particularly admired.

And if you can ignore Fang Chen's age, looking at Fang Chen's old-fashioned tone of voice and his demeanor, he really looks like Teacher Ma's boss.

"What are you busy with during this period?" Ma Yun asked.

Wu Maocai grabbed the conversation and said, "Do you know about the Little Overlord Game Console?"

The eyes of a twenty-year-old young man below him suddenly lit up, and he blurted out: "The little bully who has endless fun?"

After hearing this, Fang Chen suddenly became interested, "It's the little overlord, how do you know? The little overlord shouldn't have left Lingnan, right?"

The young man scratched the back of his head and said sheepishly: "There are some in Hangzhou, but they are too expensive. One set costs 800 yuan. I asked a friend to bring it to me from Pengcheng. It only cost 600 yuan, and it also came as a gift.

One cassette is much more cost-effective.”

Fang Chen was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a half-smile, "There is actually a middleman who makes the difference."

Although a strategic offensive has been laid, the Little Overlord is still unable to reach Hangzhou, so this game console may have been smuggled.

"Is this little bully yours?" Ma Yun said in surprise.

Recently, many children in the school go to local classmates' homes every Sunday to play the Bully game console, and some have even gone so far as to skip class.

Ma Yun looked at Fang Chen, and his heart really stirred up a storm. Although he knew that his little boss would definitely not live in peace, he never expected that the game console that made the students so obsessed was actually Fang Chen's company.

Although he didn't know the strength of the little overlord, he thought that since it had developed to Hangzhou and even reached the point of needing smuggling, Fang Chen's enterprise must be quite big.

Looking at Fang Chen and then at himself, Ma Yun felt a severe sense of loss. There was such a gap between heaven and earth.

Ma Yun explained the situation, and Fang Chen shook his head helplessly. I am afraid that the first generation poisoned teenagers, and the title of college student will fall on him. If he doesn't work well, he might develop into Xiao Ma Ge.

A situation of shouting and beating.
Chapter completed!