Xu Lei said no, but acted honestly. IDG is also strongly recommending Feigou.com to venture capital funds.
Lu Fei waited for news from both sides and handed over the operation of Feigou.com and Caifubao to Wang Huiwen and Fang Xing. They were busy and rarely had a day of leisure.
I went to Taoranting Park early in the morning, ran circles around Taorant Lake, and then practiced leg presses and throat hoisting, babbling for a while, and was suddenly interrupted by a burst of drums.
Not far away, I saw an old man standing in the middle, with white hair and silver snow, playing a drum and a wooden board. His companion beside him was playing the three-stringed instrument, and he sang passionately.
In the cold wind, the two old men and the young man stood.
The old man sang a short paragraph and said cheerfully: "Young man, how are you doing?"
Lu Fei's head was empty, and he said with a relaxed expression: "Hey, I can only tell that you are Xihe Dagu."
“It’s good that today’s young people can recognize the Xihe drum.” The old man gave a thumbs up.
Lu Fei said: "Would you like to play another part?"
The old man did not refuse, and immediately played a piece of "Two-sided Gong", which was sung and sung, simple and powerful, and soon attracted all the adults and aunts nearby who were doing morning exercises, and the crowd was crowded.
Lu Fei looked at his watch and saw that it was almost time to go to school, so he reluctantly left. The moment he walked out of the crowd, there was a whisper from behind:
"Oh, this is not Mr. Liu Tianli, what a blessing!"
Liu Tianli?
Lu Fei blinked. Isn't this the grandmaster of Xihe Dagu, Liu Shishi's grandfather?
On the way back, I felt fresh that I could meet such a famous person. When I returned to the courtyard, I saw a basket of eggs on the table at the door.
"Sister-in-law, who gave this to me?"
"Oh, it's Brother Zhao and his wife. Don't you thank me for making so much money from socks, and even invited reporters to interview..."
Xiao Hongmei came out with breakfast, "I refused to take it back no matter what, so I had to accept it."
Lu Fei sat down and glanced at Lu Yun, who had the "Yanjing Morning News" in his hand. There was a photo of Zhao Guoqiang in the lower left corner of the economic section, with an eye-catching title next to it:
"Socks sold for 10,000 yuan in 5 days, starting a business on Feigou.com and creating a path to wealth."
Xiao Hongmei said: "Afei, I just have something to discuss with you. My sister-in-law and your elder brother have nothing to do but sell milk tea at the Internet cafe in the morning. They also want to open an online store on your website. What do you think?"
Lu Fei drank the steaming bean juice. Before he could answer, Lu Yun stood up and objected. It didn't matter if his family members joined the website. No matter how much they earned, they would gossip if they were caught.
"Just don't move in. Let's guard the Internet cafe and earn as much as they do!"
Long live understanding!
Lu Fei was quite moved, and the conversation turned to how is the Internet cafe business?
"Okay, since the e-commerce training was launched in the Internet cafe, people who come online now not only play games and watch movies, but also do e-commerce. The machines are full every day."
Lu Yun picked up the fried dough sticks and said, "However, I want to rent out the VCD. Everyone who surfs the Internet has seen these discs, and those who don't can't read them. They are just sitting idle. It's better to rent them out. There are many people." Everyone wants to rent discs, especially "Westward Journey".
Of course Lu Fei agreed. Originally, Lu Yun and Xiao Hongmei had full control over the Internet cafe. They could do whatever they wanted. With the Internet cafe certificate, they would not lose anything.
And in his calculations, Internet cafes are not the focus of his eldest brother's career.
"Brother, it's not cost-effective to buy all the discs. Why not buy a disc burner?"
Lu Yun waved his hand: "Don't bother with this matter. You are busy with your own company and the college entrance examination. Think about how long it has been since you went to school?"
…………
"Fuck, half a month!"
Han Yu saw Lu Fei appear outside the classroom, grabbed his shoulders and beat his chest hard:
"Your boy is finally willing to come back. Why have you disappeared for so many days? It's really not fun."
Lu Fei raised the milk tea in his hand: "Is it interesting enough?"
"You're pretty interesting." Han Yu rolled his eyes.
The two of them leaned against the wall and stood outside the door chatting, chatting about their situation. Wave after wave of classmates walked towards them, all with strange expressions, shock, or alienation.
"Hey, you're back, you thought you dropped out of school!"
Following the source of the provocative voice, Lu Fei raised his eyes and saw that he had a plump head, a ruffian's temper, a tall and thin figure, creamy skin, and looked like a young meat, "Who is he?"
Han Yu was stunned and said in a low voice: "You are so noble, how forgetful you are, Zhang Yang. Have you forgotten that in the senior year of high school, he was pretending to be exploited by us?"
Lu Fei vaguely recalled that the co-author was an enemy, "Why didn't I see him when I came?"
"Similar to you, I took the art exam," Han Yu said, "But different from you, I signed up for a training class because my family had some money."
"What are you mumbling about!" Zhang Yang felt ignored and became angry.
Lu Fei touched his chin. This routine is common in Internet articles, where he pretends to be cool and slaps the school bully in the face. Such a stupid plot, the main character is too lazy to care.
Han Yu chewed the pearl and said, "Why, do you want to have another fight? Let's accompany you!"
The two sides stood at the door and faced off, with swords drawn. Zhang Yang looked calm on the surface, but recalling Lu Fei's fighting prowess when he was beaten in the past, he felt guilty.
There are still two months left until the art exam takes place in January next year, so your face and body must not be injured in any accident.
"Stop making noises. No noise is allowed in the corridor." The female monitor mustered up the courage to step in the middle and pull the two sides apart.
Zhang Yang seemed to have found the steps and rushed into the classroom angrily. He did not forget to say a harsh word: "Huh, let's see."
The female squad leader breathed a sigh of relief and tried her best to persuade Lu Fei. Over and over again, they gradually became familiar with her. Her name was Wang Yun. She failed the college entrance examination and came back to repeat her studies at Beijing University.
"Squad leader, come on." Lu Fei encouraged.
"You have to work hard. Although you are admitted to an art school, you can't miss the cultural class." Wang Yun clenched her fists.
Han Yu looked left and right, always feeling that something was wrong with his brother's expression, but couldn't see anything wrong, and suddenly thought that he worked at Beijing University.
Lu Fei walked into the classroom with a smile on his face. Girl, you will have heard the legend of my brother when you get admitted to Beijing University and Mizuki.
…………
Morning self-study and routine inspection by the dean.
After passing Class 5, I stood behind the window and peered in. My eyes were pointed at the window seat in the corner, just to see how long this seat would be empty.
In his sight, Lu Fei's figure suddenly appeared.
The dean hummed, thinking it was an illusion. He looked around with wide eyes and saw Lu Fei sitting there in shock.
Impossible, absolutely impossible, why is he here again?
"Ahem."
He walked to the door, cleared his throat, and called Lu Fei by name to come out.
"There's a good show, there's a good show." Zhang Yang glanced at both sides with a look of gloating on his face.
Han Yu said angrily: "What the hell, you did this on purpose. Zhang Yang missed class for so long, what the hell is wrong!"
Lu Fei patted his shoulder and felt countless eyes focusing on him, and he walked out slowly.
In the classroom, the dean's voice was clearly heard.
"Calculate for yourself, how long has it been since you came to school? If you are late in the morning and leave early in the afternoon, then why are you here to repeat your studies..."
In the first half, he was criticized and reprimanded for absenteeism and leaving early. In the second half, perhaps thinking that Lu Fei was harassing the principal behind his back, his tone turned gentle and actually cared about him.
"The teacher criticizes you because he loves you. If you are really irresponsible, he will ignore you and let you fend for yourself..."
Lu Fei smiled with squinted eyes and said nothing.
His calmness was beyond the dean's expectation, and even infected him. The fire in his mind suddenly went out, and he suddenly had nothing to say, so he waved his hand and let him go.
"Thank you, director."
Lu Fei was polite. When he returned to the classroom, he passed by the front row. Zhang Yang smiled playfully and took the lead in whistling to boo him.
"Quiet, don't laugh! Let's continue with our self-study early in the morning!"
The dean scolded him, put his hands behind his back, and walked to the stairs. He heard a burst of laughter faintly coming from the classroom, and he immediately felt good.
With the principal as your backing, what can you do!
I had just returned to the office and had not been sitting for long when a sudden call came over from the computer, and it was the principal.
The dean broke out in a cold sweat. Damn it, Lu Fei wouldn't snitch on me, would he?
I ran to the principal in a hurry and saw his old man entertaining Bian Zhihong and Meng Meijing on the sofa. They announced their homes and their intentions:
Interview with Lu Fei.
"Who? Lu Fei!!" The dean's heart was in his throat and he let out a drake call.
"Is there a problem? Lu Fei is on leave again, isn't he?" the principal asked.
Bian Zhihong frowned, "I confirmed that he should be in school today."
"Zai Zai Zai, he is studying by himself in the classroom now." Beads of sweat oozed from the dean's forehead.
After all, this is "Sanlian Life Weekly". The principal gave it a bit of a thumbs-down. He originally planned to call Lu Fei over, but Meng Meijing also wanted to interview his classmates and said, "To get a deeper understanding."
So, the principal arranged for the dean to lead the way.
The dean's heart skipped a beat, why would the media interview a repeat student?
Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!
With a grimace on his face, he hesitated again and again, and returned to Class 5, this time without the condescension he had during the scolding.
"Damn it, why did you come back again? Isn't this done?" Han Yu hurriedly hid the snacks in the drawer.
Lu Fei didn't even raise his head as he wrote the Huanggang simulation paper, and then heard the dean laugh and say:
"Classmate Lu Fei."
In an instant, they became the focus of attention again.
Zhang Yang burst into laughter and almost couldn't help but slap the table with excitement. The students next to him also sneered in a low voice. He deserved to be absent from school for half a month!
However, the dean was arrogant and respectful: "Please come out, there are reporters outside who want to interview you."
As soon as the words fell, the whole place was silent, and you could hear a pin drop.
"Which newspaper?"
Lu Fei's answer was something that everyone except Han Yu took for granted. Everyone else was confused. Which, how many interviews have you accepted?
"land……"
Bian Zhihong almost blurted out "Mr. Lu" and immediately changed his name to his classmates and waved at the door.
Alas, it’s a cliché slap in the face, which idiot could think of such a thing?
Lu Fei raised his hand, walked leisurely across the front row, glanced at Zhang Yang who looked stunned, whistled, then walked outside the room and said with a smile:
"Thank you, director."
"You're welcome, haha, classmate Lu Fei." The dean showed a polite but awkward smile.
