When Gu Song was enjoying campus life in school, He Qingwei was working hard for him.

He started as a tutor during his studies at Yongning College, then established Yongning Gold Medal Training School with two classmates, and finally expanded to become the largest training institution in the local area, and also has a deep research on the training market.

Gu Song's teaching style allowed him to vaguely find a direction for the training school to establish its own characteristics, and more importantly, the day after signing the contract with Gu Song, Gu Song sent all the lesson plans for the four weekend courses, which made him firm in his confidence.

He Qingwei not only personally went into battle to introduce Gu Song's class to the parents who came to consult, but also adjusted some students from other classes to enter his class to conduct a comparative test, and did not refuse those parents who had doubts about the trial class, and allowed them to listen in class.

In the end, Gu Song was arranged, as he wished, it was a junior high school class. In this weekend's class, Gu Song chose to teach composition.

The students in the third year of junior high school have already begun to show their personalities, some are as well-behaved as quails, some have a drag on their faces, some are absent-minded, and some are flirting with their sisters.

A few parents sat behind the classroom, staring at Gu Song with suspicious eyes, and entered a fighting state where the situation was not right, please refund immediately.

Teacher Sun and Teacher Fu also came to audit, they were the witnesses of Gu Song's interview, and Teacher Sun also brought the third year of junior high school Chinese, and they all wanted to see how he controlled the scene in the actual class.

He Qingwei pinched a handful of sweat and watched Gu Song walk onto the podium, at least his face did not change his complexion, his expression was relaxed, and there was no stage fright.

"Hello classmates, my name is Gu Song. Wu Song fights the tiger, Gu Song takes the famous brand, remember the teacher's slogan!"

Yes, there are still a few students in the class who have low laughter, and the atmosphere has improved a little.

"Today we're going to talk about composition. A student once asked me Mr. Gu, how to achieve world peace, I said that my question is too difficult, you can change the question, and he asked me how to get a full score in my essay, so I can only continue to talk to him about world peace. ”

Yes, the atmosphere is better.

"If you have parents who still make such ruthless demands, just refute them with what Teacher Gu just said. I'm not asking you to give up on the essay issue, but we must first make it clear that the goal of the essay is to deduct as few points as possible. ”

Although the parents sitting in the back row were ridiculed, they were not angry.

"The boy with glasses in the third row, yes, why did you get deducted too much? ”

Amid some loud laughter from the students, the little boy stood up: "Off topic......"

It's just a compliment, a standard answer, the most common answer.

"That's right, if you don't go off-topic, the essay score will be limited. Speaking of which, I would like to express my personal opinion first, and I think the strongest embodiment of writing ability is: every quarrel must win!"

Teacher Sun and Teacher Fu felt the unbridled unfolding again, didn't they talk about off-topic composition, and did they go off-topic when it came to quarreling?

"Now you think that writing essays is difficult, but what is more difficult than writing essays is that you are allowed to speak on the stage and play on the spot, and what is more difficult than speaking on stage is that you suddenly quarrel with others, and you not only have to play on the spot, but also have to see tricks. ”

"You can still hold 600 words in your essay, but suddenly you are asked to give a speech on stage, and few of you can say it smoothly without stammering. If you quarrel with someone, no one will beat you, and many people will cry while arguing and arguing. Parents also have the experience, who has an important speech that is not prepared first and written on paper?"

Looking at the parents' looks, it seems to make sense.

"So I admire Zhuge Liang the most, he can go to other people's houses and quarrel with dozens of others, and he will not fall behind in the battle of words. He can scold people to death in front of the two armies, this is the highest state of composition: the exit is a chapter, and the other party's good psychological quality is either thrown to the ground or convinced, and the other party's poor psychological quality may die on the spot. ”

"Well, that's what I'm going to teach in this lesson...... Nonsense, how can I teach you to quarrel? The words of us scholars are called reasoning! The test of composition is whether you can be reasonable, and whether you want to get the truth contained in the examination questions, which is called examination of questions; whether you have a good reason that does not deviate from the topic and can explain it, this is called intention; whether you can explain your reasoning in a way that is recognized by people, this is the writing of writing. The idea of the examination is connected, and we will talk about this today. ”

It's time to get to the point, and now the atmosphere is good, and everyone's attention is there.

"Today, a few parents are also here to observe, and the teacher will come up with a question, let's see what truth can be talked about here. The question is: "Mom told me to go to a make-up class?"

"Don't be under pressure on the children of these parents, the teacher guarantees that she will not beat you today, and she can speak boldly with confidence. The best lecture in this class, the teacher personally rewarded him for eating chicken today, fresh and fragrant fried chicken fillet, 5 yuan!"

However, a few children were eager to try it out and began to think about it.

When He Qingwei saw this, he slowly put his mind at ease. As long as it's in this state, it's reliable.

If you can give a lecture on stage, the knowledge points are fine, the main thing is the way you speak. Can students be willing to listen, and can the explanation be easy to understand?

Gu Song's way worked. Anyway, it's a training class, so why talk about it like in school.

A class unfolded efficiently in laughter, allowing them to make their voices heard from topics that were closely related to the students, and everyone's answers Gu Song nodded them to correct their intentions.

My mother told me to go to make up classes, and I want to study hard, because I know that my mother has earned the money for making up classes, and she actually loves me very much, and hopes that I can live better in the future if I am admitted to a good school.

My mother told me to go to make-up classes, but I didn't want to. But there is no way, who makes my own grades not good enough, and the time I play in school can only be returned from the make-up class, and I still have to cherish the time, so as not to suffer myself.

My mother told me to go to make up for the class, that is, she wanted to play cards by herself and didn't have time to care about me, anyway, my grades were not as important as whether she won or lost, the more I didn't want to study, I felt that if I had good grades, my parents should accompany me more and encourage me more.

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Gu Song's final assignment was to ask the students to go back and find out the 5 essay questions they had tested, and each essay question to come up with 3 truths that could be taught.

Listening to this class, He Qingwei and Teacher Sun and Teacher Fu were all convinced.

He Qingwei knew that he was touching the baby.

Teacher Sun is already very powerful, the classroom is dead, the person is responsible and close, and how many years of experience is very accurate to grasp the syllabus.

But if you really want to talk about it, Gu Song's potential is much greater.

Teacher Sun may be lucky enough to meet a good seedling and teach a disciple from a prestigious university.

Gu Song is different, He Qingwei now believes that he has his own set of methods, which can effectively and quickly improve his scores, and he can really teach people to fish.

He made up his mind to keep him, if this kind of lecturer slipped away, he would definitely take the students away!

After class, He Qingwei invited Gu Song to the office, he made a cup of tea with his own hands, Gu Song thanked him with a smile, knowing that there was a drama.

"I have to call you Teacher Gu respectfully! Amazing, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, high school students take a big class to talk about this level, amazing!" He Jinwei cocked his thumb and said sincerely.

Gu Songqian let go of two sentences, secretly ashamed, without many years of training experience before reading the file, how dare he come to the stage.

"If you have more time on the weekend, how about taking a few more classes?"

Gu Song nodded: "Of course it's no problem, but it can only be on 3 campuses in the city." ”

He Qingwei snapped his fingers: "That's good! Then I'll adjust the class arrangement, and strive for 3 campuses, each campus has 1 class per day, so that 6 class hours a day is not too tiring, do you think you can bear it?"

"I'm young, there's nothing I can't bear. ”

"Brother, I'm optimistic about you! I hope we can cooperate for a long time. The gold medal is in Yongning, and the training is the first platform. Although it is said that it is a monthly end of class time, but brother, I show a sincerity today, this week on this class 2 class hours, I will pay you the class fee first, make up a whole 1000, you are still in school and grow your body, more is a little bit of my brother's mind. ”

Gu Song put down the teacup and stood up: "Mr. He, you are too polite, this is too much." ”

He Qingwei waved his hand: "I respect people with ability, brother, you are not a thing in the pool, I also expect you to help me take the gold medal training to a higher level in the more than a year I have been studying here, and the future will be long, and this little money does not have to be taken into account." ”

He Qingwei not only values his good lectures, but also thinks that this kid talks and laughs with adults and has a calm demeanor, which always makes others ignore his age. If it were a few years longer, it would be fine.

After hearing this, Gu Song didn't say much. Those who can control a foundation, no matter how big or small, always have his vision and ability. In all fairness, Gu Song's career before reading the file did not spread out in the end, and it was not necessarily larger than He Qingwei's current industry.

He Qingwei took an envelope and handed it to Gu Song.

Gu Song was stunned. He Qingwei saw him staring at the envelope directly, then looked at him with a puzzled face, looked around on the office wall and the ground, continued to stare at the envelope, turned around and looked carefully, took out the ticket inside and stuffed it back.

"What's wrong? rest assured! Real money!" He Qingwei quipped.

The corners of Gu Song's mouth pulled out a smile: "It's okay...... It's the first time I've made so much money myself......"

He Qingwei patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "If you can hold up six class hours a day, it will be one or two hundred thousand in a month, come on!"

Gu Song didn't listen to him at all, and his heart was slumped for a while!

What the heck!

On Nima's envelope, on the ticket drawn out of the envelope, there is a very clear progress bar hanging in the air: Project Flint (1000/1000000).

Look elsewhere, and the progress bar disappears!

I haven't heard that there was such a high-end holographic projection in 2001, so labor and management not only read the file but also have a system?

Like a cat scratching in his heart, Gu Song absentmindedly said a few polite words and walked away.

We have to develop it quickly!

He trotted all the way back to the grove next to the school, and studied in the small gazebo.

Well, there's no doubt that it has to do with money.

He took out the make-up fee from his mother in his pocket, and there was no progress bar.

He pulled out the envelope, and there was a progress bar.

He stuffed the tuition fee from his mother into the envelope, and the progress bar did not change.

He silently said in his mind: "Flint!"

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He looked around and whispered, "Flint!"

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"I'm Flint!"

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"Project Flint!"

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After tossing for a long time, Gu Song looked up to the sky and sighed: Does this Nima have to earn enough 1 million yuan with his ability first? Others can easily get rich by reading files, and more than 1000 are given by others, why is life so difficult!

But the lottery has never paid attention to it, and the college entrance examination essay questions have been forgotten completely, not to mention other subjects, and an irreplaceable platform like Yenching University can't let it go, so you can't make money wholeheartedly.

Besides, what kind of career you want to do always has a little capital.,No fame and status can't even sell wisdom.,Reading a file gift system is completely useless!

Lost interest for a while to do something else, Gu Song went straight to the Internet café and thought about continuing to figure out what this progress bar was.

On the way, he took out the make-up fee given by his mother and bought a pack of cigarettes, spending money that he didn't earn, and the progress bar dropped the number.

At the Internet café, he took out the money he earned to pay the Internet bill, and the progress bar dropped the number.

Looking at the boot screen, he was speechless: Isn't Lao Tzu going to enter Scrooge mode?

I searched the Internet and even tried to search for the "Flint Project" on the Internet, but I didn't find any enlightening information.

Panicking in his heart, Gu Song lit a cigarette. A flat-headed young man next to him came over: "Brother, borrow a fire." ”

Gu Song handed him the lighter. The flat-headed young man lit his flue and thanked him, and excitedly threw himself into the CS battle. Gu Song looked at the side face of his investment, and saw that the cigarette ash he was holding at the corner of his mouth fell onto the keyboard and he didn't feel anything.

He couldn't help but sigh as he watched the young man's concentration on the game, even if he had to speed up and earn money in order to unlock the secret of this progress bar as soon as possible. In case there is any mystery in this progress bar, all kinds of follow-up plans will have to be adjusted.

Make some quick money!

He extinguished the cigarette and handed the lighter and a pack of cigarettes to the flat-headed youth. The flat-headed young man looked at him in amazement, and Gu Song said, "I suddenly decided to quit smoking." ”

The flat-headed young man was happy, raised his eyebrows at him and said that it was good to quit smoking, and accepted it generously.

Gu Song opened QQ and found Luo Xigui to chat.

Isn't it just about making money?

Since God has arranged for him to be a miser, he must first indulge in making money and can't extricate himself!

"Senior brother, I have a not-so-mature idea, I don't know if you're interested?"