Tan Kaixuan was completely dumbfounded, and when Zhao Fusheng's words were written, he had already knelt down.

"Fusheng, Lao Zhao, you are my brother, my own brother!" Tan Kaixuan said excitedly, although he studied advertising, after all, he is also half a literary and artistic youth, how can he not see that Zhao Fusheng's poem is quite level.

Although literature is a thing that has the difference between Yangchun Baixue and Xiariba people, at least it can be distinguished at a glance.

Seeing Tan Kaixuan running out in a hurry, Zhao Fusheng shook his head speechlessly, for him, there is really nothing to be excited about, if he remembers correctly, this poem should be a lyric, but because the Internet is not developed now, it is not known.

The content of the poem is not important, what matters is the emotion that the poem is trying to express.

Sitting in the dormitory, Zhao Fusheng's mind was not on Tan Kaixuan's body.

From the very beginning, he found that the world he was reborn in was a little different from the original world, and he was actually mentally prepared, even those celebrities and big names have disappeared, not to mention the people around him. The only thing to be thankful for is that the familiar people are still there, and it can be regarded as the mercy of the god of fate.

As it turned out, I was right to be cautious at first.

As a reborn, although there are a bunch of king bombs in his hand, but this good hand, if you can't make a move at the right time, will be overturned by the waves of the times.

Zhao Fusheng didn't want one day, when people in this world mentioned themselves, they would call themselves the pioneers of a certain cause, and then shook their heads and sighed that they were born at the wrong time.

In the past two days at home, Zhao Fusheng has also read a lot of news newspapers, and has learned some about the situation in this world from them.

In a sense, most of this world is the same as the one I was originally in, some people are gone, but some people are still there.

For example, at this time, the Internet has not yet entered thousands of households, and playing games in Internet cafes is regarded as deviant.

Moreover, Zhao Fusheng heard a news from Fan Baobao that a chat software called QOCQ has recently become popular, which is said to be made by imitating a well-known foreign chat software.

If Zhao Fusheng is not mistaken, there are about five months to go, and the number of registrations for this software is about to exceed 60,000, and in the next many years, this cute penguin will become a behemoth among Chinese Internet companies, affecting the lives of more and more people.

Among them, naturally includes Zhao Fusheng and his friends.

As for the Boss Liu, who loves to drink milk tea, and the "aliens" who like to give lessons to the Eighteen Arhats, if Zhao Fusheng remembers correctly, at this time, they should not have risen yet.

As for the stock market, if Zhao Fusheng remembers correctly, the bull market that began in May will run wild all the way at a jaw-dropping speed.

The reason why I remember this is because when Zhao Fusheng was down, he was designed to owe nearly one million foreign debts, Tan Kaixuan took a plane from Shanghai to Ninghai overnight, directly smashed the check of one million on the other party's face, and then dragged himself to the barbecue stall near the school for supper.

During the meal, Tan Kaixuan, who is known as the king of Shanghai Beach, talked a lot about the stock economy to Zhao Fusheng, and he realized that it had started in the summer of '99, because the China Securities Regulatory Commission submitted to the State Council "reforming the stock issuance system, entering the market with insurance funds, gradually solving the legal financing channels of securities companies, allowing some qualified securities companies to issue financing bonds, expanding the pilot scale of securities investment funds, invigorating the B-share market, and allowing some B-share and H-share companies to carry out a pilot project to repurchase shares" and other six policy proposals, so that the stock market finally broke through the 1,500 mark.

Moreover, after a bottoming out at the end of the year, from the end of '99, it lasted for a year and a half, and the index rose by nearly 1,000 points.

That's a terrible number, and that means that basically for a year or so, whatever stock you buy, it's going to go up, and it's going to go up at least double or triple.

In the last life, a large part of the reason why Zhao's father and Zhao's mother hated Jianghe so much was because Jianghe failed to grasp the stocks in his hands during the process of bottoming out at the end of the year, and directly cleared all the stocks, which caused the Zhao family's more than 80,000 yuan to lose all their money.

If Jiang He Danfan has a little conscience and leaves those stocks, he will still be able to untie them after a year.

But it's a pity that after he found that the stock market plummeted and couldn't recover his capital, he directly closed the position, and then absconded with the money.

Zhao Fusheng sat there and was stunned for a long time.

Life is just a series of isolated moments, and by memories and fantasies, many meanings emerge, then disappear, and disappear and resurface.

He knew very well that the road in front of him was very wide and long, even beyond time and space.

Wealth and status will eventually be had, as long as you want to.

But until then, Zhao Fusheng wants to enjoy life and enjoy this good time.

The world is far away, and the heart is quiet and leisurely.

The three autumn leaves are falling, and it has been a year.

Perhaps this poem can truly reflect Zhao Fusheng's mood at this moment.

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Little did he know that one of his actions, like a butterfly in the Amazon jungle that inadvertently flapped its wings, set off a storm in the Pacific Ocean.

And in a female dormitory of Ninghai Normal University, at this moment, someone was screaming in shock.

"This, this is a love poem written to Hu Xia?"

"That Tan Kaixuan sent it just now?"

"No, it's really fake, no worse than those contemporary poets......"

The relationship between female dormitories is actually much more complicated than that of male dormitories, and compared with the men's encounters and grudges, many times, the grievances between female students can often run through the entire college period because of a small thing.

Even, after graduation, old age and death do not get along.

Hu Xia is usually in the dormitory, she is not a very outstanding girl, she is not very tall, her skin is that healthy wheat color, maybe because she is from the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, she always speaks slowly, and occasionally blushes.

Most of the time, Hu Xia was in this dormitory, and she belonged to the kind of existence that was inconspicuous, but today, because of a love letter, she was pushed to the forefront.

"I didn't expect that Tan Kaixuan's kid to have this talent. ”

Girls who study teacher training have a bit of a literary and artistic young woman's tendency, not to mention, it's still such a romantic thing.

Hu Xia's cheeks were like clouds of fire, and he sat there, his head down, not knowing what he was thinking, and his ears were full of the surprised sounds of his roommates.

Tan Kaixuan's letter has already been read several times, and even the people in other dormitories have been alarmed.

Compared with the more and more materialistic campus more than ten years later, today's college girls do not care so much about material things, and the word talent can still attract people.

It's like the current Tan Kaixuan has become synonymous with talent.

The story of the so-called talented and beautiful woman can undoubtedly attract the attention of many people, and many of Hu Xia's girlfriends have begun to encourage her to agree to Tan Kaixuan's pursuit.

Hu Xia's mood is very excited now, she knows that Tan Kaixuan likes her own things, and she can feel it since her freshman year, but she didn't expect him to confess in such a way.

The girl's unique shyness and joy were intertwined, and Hu Xia felt that his heartbeat had accelerated a little.

But in her heart, she still had some doubts, because in her impression, Tan Kaixuan did not look like a person who could write poetry.

At this moment, a tall figure walked into Hu Xia's dormitory, and when they saw someone, the girls were all stunned, and several of them simply showed a cramped expression.

The person who came had a faint smile on his face, his figure was slender, and his face looked a little thin, but it was not the kind of chin like a snake spirit, but it was very round, and if you looked closely, it looked like a star named Song Jia.

"I heard you have a good poem here, can you lend it to me?"

The voice is round and jade, and it seems to be as soft as heaven in people's ears, even if he is also a woman, Hu Xia can't help but nod.

The white fingers picked up the piece of paper on which Tan Kaixuan wrote love poems, his beautiful eyes were like autumn water, and his eyes flowed, and then, the person was stunned.

"In that life, I ......"

Looking at the poems on the paper, she suddenly wanted to meet the author of the poems.

At the same time, Zhao Fusheng, who was being dragged by Tan Kaixuan to go out to eat, suddenly sneezed.

Scratching his nose, Zhao Fusheng muttered: "I don't know which guy is talking about me." ”