Chapter 23 Caring for the Mentally Handicapped
"It's the same school student, why do you know so much? It is said that I have seen above you, why can you see what I can't see?" Yun Jue's eyes were full of confusion, this was what she couldn't understand.
It is said that Fang Yu should not and cannot know more information than her, and his judgment of the overall situation should not be stronger than her.
"Money is your own in your pocket, and knowledge is your own in your head. "It's a good chance to pretend B, Fang Yu almost instinctively started to pretend. Solve the problem that made him break out in a cold sweat by pretending to be B.
"Speak human words!" Yun Jue really took the bait, no one believes the truth since ancient times, only routines are practical.
Fang Zhen glanced at the other side with caring eyes, and before Yun Jue burst into a beating, Fang Zhen spoke: "Our country, since Qin Shi Huang, wants to be the first in the world. Can a country become the number one in the world if it doesn't have the money?"
"Wait a minute, Professor Yan said that the rice country is rich in the people, isn't it also the first in the world?"
"Hehe, you haven't been beaten by the IRS to say that. It's okay, you'll soon be going to experience the care of your own State Tax Bureau. Fang sneered, which made Yun Jue feel that he really seemed to be mentally retarded.
"IRS?" Yun Jue questioned, obviously not remembering the abbreviation of the English word. However, she still reacted quickly: "The National Taxation Bureau of the United States?"
"Yes, remember to pay taxes in the United States, otherwise you will be miserable. I know you don't believe what I say, Pengka, Ah, the Chicago mob boss in the thirties, the FBI couldn't do anything about him, the IRS arrested him. There is a joke in the United States, about the tax bureau, do you want to hear it?" Fang Jue still had that kind of look, Yun Jue was going crazy.
"Say!" said in a tone of gritted teeth.
"There's a contest in the bar, squeezing lemon juice with your bare hands. A strong man who lifts weights, squeezes a lemon with his hands, and after not squeezing out a drop of lemon juice, the strong man said triumphantly, who else. A thin middle-aged man went up, took the lemon in his hand, and gently squeezed it, dripping a lot of juice. The bar owner declared him the champion and asked him about his profession, to which he replied: IRS. β
After Fang Yu finished speaking, he looked at Yun Jue calmly, still caring for the mentally handicapped. Yun Jue was not annoyed this time, and asked rhetorically: "It seems that the topic has been deviated by you." β
Fang Yu said lightly: "The topic is biased by you, you can't be innocent out of thin air." β
"I'm not angry, take a deep breath!" Yun Jue encouraged himself in a few deep breaths before he spoke: "Okay, back to the original topic, how did you come to the conclusion that the state wants to reform taxes?"
"The reason for the tax reform is that the state has no money, how can we build a modern socialist country without money? Moreover, tax reform is only a branch of deepening reform. Don't you think it's a shame for a college student in the new era to always ask such naΓ―ve questions? You see, people like you are worried about the country and the people, and this is really not a good thing for the country. β
The blow was a little heavy, but Yun Jue was not angry, but looked at Fang Jue very calmly: "I understand, you are a genius." There are geniuses in this world, and I used to despair because of it. The only thing I don't understand is, why are you resigned to mediocrity?"
"Yun Jue, this is my attitude to life. Fang Yu hesitated for a moment and gave such an answer.
"You lie!" Yun Jue naturally didn't believe it, Fang Jue just smiled and didn't confess. The truth is often unbelievable, and it is cruel.
"You...... , what is your ideal?" Yun Jue didn't want to end this conversation, but there was no reason to continue talking. The feeling of being crushed by IQ when talking deeply, Yun Jue doesn't want to experience it anymore.
"Does it count as a public rent collector?" Fang Yu spread his hands helplessly, hoping that she would quickly end this dangerous conversation.
"This is the life that pigs are pursuing, what kind of ideal is it?" Yun Jue pursed his lips, believing that Fang Yu was lying to him. After all, this is a proven genius, otherwise, with his grassroots background, how could he have such a vision? Although these visions have not been confirmed, Yun Jue has a strong feeling that what Fang Yu said is right.
"You forced me to lie to you. Fang Yu looked at Yun Jue helplessly, and got an encouraging smile: "Lie." β
Scratching his head, scratching his head, scratching his head, after three consecutive times, Fang Yu calmed down and stared at Yun Jue's eyes: "My ideal, work hard to become the largest private enterprise boss in this country, the richest man in the flower planter, and even the richest man in the world." β
"Very well, I'm sure you'll make it happen, you have that potential, I'll see that day. Yun Jue looked like this, Fang Jue fell back and sighed: "Oh my God!"
Yun Jue is gone, as always crisp, never dragging mud and water. After getting the answers you want, the rest can only take your time. Yun Jue originally thought that the word love had little to do with her, but she is now sure that wonderful signs are emerging.
The phone in the room rang, and Yun Jue answered it from her mother.
"Lonely men and widows, living in the same room, must pay attention to protect themselves. β
"He is very resistant to my approach, and your worries are unnecessary. I even suspected that even if I had taken the initiative, he would have thrown me out the door. Also, he is not as unbearable as you think, just with the news broadcast, he can analyze a lot of valuable information. This guy is a genius, and I think I'm going to like him. Yun Jue told her mother with certainty.
There was silence on the other side of the phone for six or seven seconds before a voice spoke: "Many things can't be changed. β
"So you and my dad have our own lives, and we can't see each other twice a year?"
Silence for a few seconds again, "Maybe you're right, let's talk about it when you come back from abroad." At least that's all there is to it. β
"I'm not necessarily right, but I'm sure it's not about right or wrong, it's important that once I give up, I'll regret it for the rest of my life. In the future, when I am old, I will live with regrets. Mom, let's go. β
"You don't have to worry about my affairs, take care of yourself. The job transfer has come to fruition, and I want to return to Beijing to take up my post. There have been a lot of handovers recently, so I don't have time to care about you. β
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In the following days, the main theme of Fang Yu's life is calm. That's right, it's calm.
I don't have to go to class in my senior year, the internship is over, the thesis is handed in, and I don't go to graduate school, so I really don't have anything to do.
I thought that Yun Jue would cause some trouble, but I never thought that she was also very quiet. Go out early every day and come back in the evening.
Fang Jue never asked her what to do, and so did Yun Jue. The two kept a tacit distance, one was afraid of getting hurt when they got close, and the other was afraid that they would scare him away.
At the end of April, the students were all called back, and the school organized a study of the Southern Tour speech.
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