The prosperous city of Yanjing has countless tourists traveling to the north, compared to those tourists who want to see the heart of the motherland. Basically, these Beipiao came to this society with the idea of being able to take root in Yanjing.
For this dream, they can work from dawn to dusk and risk their lives to make money. But in the end, very few were able to stay. The huge Yanjing City was like a transit station. Countless people came here to pursue their dreams every day, and countless people left here with broken dreams.
After class, Zhang Jing packed up her textbooks and left the classroom to come to Yanjing. She forced herself to be busy and forget those sad things from the beginning, and slowly began to get used to this fast-paced life.
And what is left after getting used to it is an indescribable emptiness. If life in my hometown was relatively poor before, at least I felt at ease. Even though she has made a lot of money now, she always feels like it is floating in the air.
"Teacher Zhang, my car is parked below. Do you want me to take you back?" A well-dressed and well-spoken male student came to Zhang Jing with a smile and reached out to help him pack away the textbooks on his desk.
"Thank you, no, my friend is waiting for me below." Zhang Jing politely declined. The male classmate had a disappointed look on his face, but he still politely said goodbye and left.
This kind of thing happens so often that Zhang Jing has become numb to rejection. Sometimes she feels that there is something abnormal about herself. I don’t think about making too much money every day, and I never think about finding a good husband. The aimless life rises and falls with the waves of the city.
She packed her things and closed the door to the classroom. Today was her last class so this place would not be used until tomorrow.
She took the elevator downstairs, and as soon as she reached the door, a cool silver-gray sports car stopped in front of her. Zhang Jing's expression didn't change much. She looked forward and saw no one coming to pick her up. She took out her mobile phone and prepared to ask.
The window of the sports car parked in front of her opened and a whistle sounded: "Beauty, I will take you wherever you are going."
Zhang Jing frowned in disgust, turned around and prepared to go back to the steps to make a phone call without paying any attention. However, his movements suddenly stopped, because the speaker's voice felt very familiar to him. He looked away from the mobile phone where he was looking for numbers, and looked at the familiar face sticking out of the car window.
"Why are you driving this car?" Zhang Jing took two steps back to admire the sports car in front of her, "Bought it new?"
"It's not my friend's car. Du Weiwei asked me to find a cool car to pick you up, so I borrowed one from my friend." Yang Dongxu said a little funny.
Every time he went back to Yanjing, besides busying himself with his own affairs, he would also get together with his two old classmates, Du Weiwei and Zhang Jing, when he had time. Without utilitarian gatherings, it is easy for people to miss the worry-free time on campus. Such gatherings make Yang Dongxu very relaxed and happy.
"Don't listen to her big mouth." Zhang Jing said a little funny.
In fact, it's not just her, Du Weiwei is also pursued by many people in the company. After all, both of them look great and work very hard.
There is usually no messy social circle, so naturally he has become the target of many people's pursuit. Of course, some of these people who pursue them want to start a family and start a career, and naturally some have evil intentions.
When facing someone who pursues you, no matter what the other person’s purpose is. Zhang Jing will always choose to refuse because she really has no intention of starting a family.
I don't know whether it was because the two women lived together and influenced each other, or because Du Weiwei, who had been married once, didn't want to fall into the trap again. In this regard, her views are surprisingly consistent. So the two of them half-joked that they would work hard to make money before they were forty years old, and then retire early and travel around the world together.
Yang Dongxu's latest Porsche driven by Li Yihang is quite impressive. After all, the people who choose to come to the training class are basically working-class people. The bosses all go to prestigious schools for EMBs and so on, so they don't have time for something like this. The training class plays a trick where a domineering CEO chases after a small employee.
So a few students from the training class who had not yet left saw Zhang Jing get into the car with a smile on her face, and got into this sports car worth over two million yuan. First he was stunned, then he was jealous, and finally he said something like "what's the big deal", or secretly cursed the existence of a money-worshiping girl.
In short, Zhang Jing did not agree to their pursuit. It had nothing to do with true love or whether she was sincere. The main reason was that she did not have such an awesome sports car.
"Du Weiwei said you are going to hold a training class yourself?" Yang Dongxu asked casually as he closed the window and started the vehicle, looking at the road ahead.
"Weiwei said that we should buy a big house in Yanjing now so that we can have our own home, and then make more money and retire early. I have also worked in a training class for a while, and I feel that some domestic qualifications have become more and more serious in recent years. hot.
It just so happened that when I was working as a volunteer teacher, I met a few friends who worked in the education system and asked them about it. The specific procedures and teaching materials are clear, and I have some money saved to give it a try.
Otherwise, the house prices in Yanjing have risen too fast. Unless I spend all my savings now to buy a house with a decent size, and then pay off the mortgage for more than ten years. Otherwise, the speed of saving money cannot keep up with the rising speed of housing prices in Yanjing. "Zhang Jing said with a smile.
In fact, taking the training class is not just because she wants to make more money to buy a big house. The main reason is that she really doesn't know what to do now that she has been quiet for a while. So I found a goal for myself, otherwise I would feel depressed if I continued aimlessly like this.
"Now that you've thought about it, go for it. Regardless of whether to buy a big house or not, it's always right to save more money. This way, if you don't want to work in the future, you can still use the money to go out and see the outside world." Yang Dongxu said.
In fact, Du Weiwei also told him about Zhang Jing's condition. She seemed fine every day but was showing signs of becoming a zombie and developing into depression. It was much better for Zhang Jing to have a goal to move forward with.
"Haha, you and Du Weiwei are talking exactly the same about this. Where are we going to eat today? In order to save some money to open my own training class, I have been frugal during this time and there is no fat in my stomach. I will also have a big meal today."
"It's not fair. Every time I treat you to a big meal. But when it's your turn to treat me, you treat me to hot pot, a buffet style."
"What else are you dissatisfied with when two beauties accompany you to dinner? Besides, who asked you to get married so early? Otherwise, since you treat me to dinner every time, I will definitely help you find a girlfriend." Zhang Jing teased with a smile. With.
Compared with the previous tranquility, I have transitioned from a teacher in an ivory tower to a training class teacher facing social students. She is more talkative than before.
The three of them entered a Western restaurant together, which was Du Weiwei's choice. After gradually getting money, Du Weiwei, who worked very hard, rewarded herself by making her life more bourgeois.
For example, I occasionally go to a Western restaurant, or I have to travel twice a year. When Zhang Jing felt that her current life was calm and there were no ups and downs in her heart, Du Weiwei had already begun to enjoy the current life through her own efforts.
"I'll order the main meal for you. You can have whatever you want at home. I ordered a bottle of 1,000 red wine, and Yang Dongxu's wine bill will be paid for the meal." Du Weiwei said with an excited smile on her face.
"How did you get rich?" Yang Dongxu joked.
"Today I sold a house, a villa, for more than ten million." Du Weiwei raised her chin proudly, as if she wanted to talk to me quickly.
Zhang Jing next to her pushed her funny.
"That's a lot of money. Why don't you pay for the meal?" Yang Dongxu couldn't help but gestured with his thumb.
Nowadays, the fees charged by real estate companies are actually a bit more barbaric compared to those of later generations, and there is even a shady story of eating both ends. But even without such greed, the intermediary fees Du Weiwei received from the transactions of tens of millions of houses were still very considerable.
Half of the basic wages for working as an agency are very low, and some are not even enough to guarantee basic living standards. But once the bill is issued, the commission fees received will definitely exceed half a year's salary. It feels like the antique industry has not been open for three years, but it has been open for three years.
Of course, this opening must be a big deal, and some simple house rental commissions are only a few hundred yuan. Making more than a dozen orders a month is not as profitable as buying a house.
"I have earned all my hard work. You, a rich man, can show more than this through your fingers. Do you have any conscience in asking me to treat you all?" Du Weiwei glared at Yang Dongxu.
Although I suddenly made a lot of money, I still need to make careful calculations in order to live a petty bourgeoisie life. Of course, treating her to a meal would not make her poor. It was just a joke between friends.
"How are you going to spend so much money? Do you want to go on a trip?" Yang Dongxu continued to ask with a smile, and casually took out the Porsche keys from his trouser pocket and put them on the table.
"It's so much, it's not enough for the down payment of a house." Looking at the keys of the Porsche sports car, Du Weiwei glared at Yang Dongxu again.
Although I knew it was a joke, my originally a little excitement suddenly turned into a little depression. I don’t know how many wheels I can sell such a luxury car with my little commission.
"It's okay, why are you provoking her? Can't you let her be arrogant for a while?" Zhang Jing also gave Yang Dongxu an angry look.
She felt that Du Weiwei and Yang Dongxu were very naive, but this naivety made the atmosphere very harmonious and made the three of them more comfortable getting along.
"I decided to invest all my money in your training class. You can make good money and surpass this nouveau riche in front of you." Du Weiwei bit into the appetizer before the main meal, as if biting into Yang Dongxu.
The main meal came quickly, and Du Weiwei couldn't wait to take a sip of the red wine that cost 1,000 yuan a bottle. Then Yan Jing narrowed his eyes, not sure if he could taste the difference between the 1,000 yuan red wine and the dozens of yuan bottle of Changhong.
At this time, four new diners, three men and one woman, came to the table not far away. Yang Dongxu was stunned when he saw the man.
Noticing his expression, Du Weiwei and Zhang Jing both glanced sideways.
"What? Have you fallen in love with this little girl?" It was Du Weiwei who spoke. It was obvious that she had not come out of her depression just now, even though she was drinking 1,000 yuan of red wine.
"There are a few familiar faces who seem to be students from China National Theater." Yang Dongxu said with a smile.
"A star?" Du Weiwei suddenly became curious and turned around to look.
At this time, the man sitting down seemed to have noticed the scrutinizing eyes here, and saw that Yang Dongxu's expression changed obviously.
