The rehearsal for the Spring Festival Gala is over, and the next time I come to the capital, it will be the winter vacation. This year's Spring Festival is late, until February 19, 96. The official winter vacation starts on January 29 and lasts almost a month, and the school year does not start until February 26.

But it's obviously a little early to think about next semester now.

Now Lin Miao has to go all out to face it, or the city's final unified examination arranged on January 23 and January 24 - the unified test paper of the city's junior high school, including the following counties and districts, is essentially the "model" before the high school entrance examination. And this time, all the second-year students of foreign Chinese junior high school will participate. After an exam, the quality of this year's students will basically come out. Next, there is a tug-of-war between attack and defense for 100 days, until the end of the high school entrance examination.

From the current point of view, this is probably the first class screening that Lin Miao's generation will face in his life.

If you come to the third stage of the fighting power, and there is no grandfather or other plug-ins at home, then this life is basically the same. As for those who have achieved a turnaround through other means, they are only a very lucky few after all. After all, the number of plug-ins must be less than the number of people who have been eliminated, otherwise if every salted fish can turn over, how can those who rely on squeezing salted fish labor still live? Therefore, there will always be people in society who turn over the salted fish that work hard to turn over halfway and then turn it back again.

Or there are not a few salted fish that hurt each other......

Lin Miao had never become a salted fish in such a tragic environment in his previous life, but now that he has such good material conditions, he thinks further. Guo Heling's initial agreement with him was to be in the top 100 in the city, but in order to enter the top 100 safely, Lin Miao must at least aim to be in the top 100 in the city. But since the top ten goals are all there, why don't you just go to the first? The prodigy aura needs to continue to add luster in order to continue to shine and shine the pair of dog eyes in the world that are becoming more and more red......

With the murderous spirit of wanting to win the top prize in the city's high school entrance examination, Lin Miao was inspected again at the Beijing Airport.

However, this time, the three of them didn't even bring suitcases, and the security personnel of the Capital Airport, who were quite familiar with Lin Miao, looked a little complicated after turning over Lin Miao's small schoolbag. First, I didn't find any big killers, and second, on the basis of putting the "Law on the Protection of Minors" in his schoolbag, this time he added a copy of the "Criminal Law".

Uncle Security was very upset, but he still let Lin Miao go.

Flight at 11 a.m. and less than 4 p.m. return to the hotel.

As soon as Lin Miao and Xiaoxiao went home, they both rushed into the street.

Flying around like this, the mind is fully prepared, but the physical strength is really unbearable. After resting at home for half a day, Lin Miao didn't do anything, ate at 5 o'clock in the evening, and fell asleep directly after yawning and watching "News Network" at 7:30. This night's sleep is more than ten hours. When he opened his eyes at 6 o'clock in the morning, he was in a trance for a while before Lin Miao figured out where he was.

The room in the Overseas Chinese Hotel still can't be compared with home.

After going out for a few days and returning to Dongou City, Lin Miao still didn't live in her own home, and Lin Miao couldn't help but miss the small storage room on Xicheng Street a little. However, it is estimated that after so many days, the renovation team has definitely made the house so that even the engineer can't recognize it, and after a few months to move back, he will have a large room to live in, and he no longer has to squat on the coffee table in the living room to do his homework......

After having breakfast at the hotel as usual, the whole family went to their respective places in Lao Lin's Santana, Lin Miao arrived at the classroom a few minutes earlier than usual, and at 7 o'clock. Seeing that there was no one in the classroom, he went to the office to get the "Dongou Daily" with a straight mouth, and prepared to see how difficult today's translation assignment was. Walking into the office, Lin Miao raised his eyes and saw a stack of books on Lao Di's desk, all of which were the first volume of the new "Looking for Immortals", and Lao Di was immersed in brushing and writing.

Win is not arrogant or discouraged, but you can deal with it indifferently, come early in the morning to work hard, good employees!

Lin Miao praised the past in her heart, and then leaned over to glance at it, and her expression suddenly changed.

Lao Di is actually practicing his signature......

"Lao Di, calm down! I'll leave this kind of thing to me! I can't let you show up to attend the signing party and accept the worship of female readers instead of me!" Lin Miao couldn't help but remind.

Lao Di Lian was too focused on signing autographs, and suddenly heard Lin Miao's voice, he was startled at first, and then he showed a smile and said happily: "Brother Miao, are you back? Do you know how many copies of "Seeking Immortals" were sold in bookstores in the city yesterday?"

Lin Miao asked calmly, "How much?"

Lao Di grabbed his three fingers into a cluster, and said with an excited look in his eyes: "More than 80,000 copies! More than 80,000 copies are sold in one day! The bookstores in the whole city are out of stock, damn it, Jin Yong is going to release a new book now, and it is estimated that it will not sell as well as "Seeking Immortals"!"

"Calm down, don't swear yet!" Lin Miao fell into deep thought.

The share contract he signed with the Eastern European Culture Publishing House is a 20% commission on the sale price of each book, which is the highest level of the publisher's current share amount. "Looking for Immortals" is a book of 60,000 words, priced at 10 yuan, and sells 80,000 copies in the city in one day, and the achievement is 160,000 yuan......

After deducting the tax, it will be about 140,000 yuan.

In other words, he made a net profit of 140,000 yuan when he slept at home yesterday......

This is not counting the sales in other cities other than Dongou City.

Well......

Upgrade to fight monsters, dungeon treasure grabbing, pretending to be forced to slap your face, and it is really invincible.

Lin Miao silently walked to the window of the office, looked at the children who came out of the parking lot sparsely outside the window, and suddenly put his hands on his hips, raised his head and laughed: "The widow eats hot pot, you eat the hot pot base! You ride a bicycle, the widow buys the parking lot!"

"What happened to Lin Miao's shit?"

"Dog day, why can this kind of person be on the news every day, yesterday the "Dongou Daily" was full page of his ......"

"Sure enough, it's because I've been in the newspaper too many times, and I'm crazy with too much excitement?

After Lin Miao finished shouting, he turned his head and shouted at Lao Di again: "Lao Di, bring the pen!"

Lao Di was stunned: "What are you going to do?"

Lin Miao pointed to the books on the table and said, "Are you going to take out these books and give them away?"

Lao Di hurriedly said: "No, no, Mr. Zhang, they said that you have two sacks of papers in a year, and there are too many signatures, which have been seriously devalued, as long as I sign alone." ”

"Damn! I signed at the age of 7 and signed at the age of 8 are the same concept?" Lin Miao pointed at Lao Di, then walked to Zhang Youwei's desk, flipped out the newspaper to be translated next, and walked away with a straight mouth.

He was indeed too lazy to sign autographs, unless it was a signing party, otherwise he didn't know that thing had a hairy use.

In the same way, Lin Miao has never been too lazy to care about others' needs—unless it is the Mobao of the superior leader.

But it's a pity that Lin Miao has served the three deputy district heads, one of them lacks calligraphy talent than the other, especially when it comes to Huang Jing, that word is simply written at the level of a primary school student, square, neat, stroke by stroke, no matter how you look at it, there are always two words: naïve!

Lin Miao spit out Huang Jing's groove, and returned to the classroom with a fart, just like half a while, the people in the classroom had reached at least three-quarters, and when they saw Lin Miao appear, the little children rushed forward one after another, rushing to ask Lin Miao to sign one.

It's not one for one person, but for each person who has many copies in their hands.

"Calm down! Don't kneel! The Qing Dynasty is dead! I don't deserve you to kneel!" Lin Miao roared loudly.

Xu Fengfan roared back even louder: "Don't force it! Hurry up and sign it! You have to sign it for Teacher Di after you sign it, there are at least a few hundred copies to sign upstairs and in the class next door!"

"Oh!" Lin Miao immediately shut up and started working with a brush.

There was a commotion in the classroom, Zhang Youwei walked in, and saw that Lin Miao was routinely surrounded by people, so she patted her helplessly and shouted, "Line up one by one! Lin Miao can still run?"

The group of goods surrounding Lin Miao saw that the head teacher of the big beauty arrived, and hurriedly sat down.

Zhang Xueru, who was blocked from the periphery, looked at the class with contempt, and repeated Zhang Youwei's words and said, "That's it, can you still run?" Lin Miao, sign one for me first, and you can also stamp one for me." Write a few more words and send them to Zhang Xueru's cousin Zhang Yali, wishing Zhang Yali a happy birthday and happiness forever. 25 December 1995. ”

"Damn, write so much, how good is it for you to let me write you a preface to the Lanting Collection?" Lin Miao complained on her lips, but she wrote according to Zhang Xueru's request with a brush brush on her hand, and asked again, "Your sister's 25th birthday?"

Zhang Xueru said: "That's right." ”

Lin Miao nodded, and her heart was so coincidental.

My aunt was sentenced on the 25th......